SNOW-GLOBETROTTERS

DECEMBER 21 FRIDAY

At last, it was not only Friday, it was also the last day of this semester.

The stage and scenery stuff were being put together, the props put in place. The actors were getting in their costumes and make up when Sirius entered the dressing room.

"There you are," said Drew. "Get in your costume and put your mask on."

"Oh right. My mask," He had completely forgotten to get it back. Oh well, he could just do it now real quick.

"You don't have the mask?" Drew asked, getting increasingly irritated and on edge.

"I'll just go and get it, it's fine."

"Whatever happened to that talk about method acting?"

"What happened was that the mask you gave me was weird, Drew! It made me break Christmas, in case you weren't at the Yule Ball."

"The mask made you break Christmas?"

"It's true! What were you even thinking giving it to me?"

"The person who is truly meant to play the Grinch isn't supposed to be affected by it."

"What? Says who?"

"Says my girlfriend Lorraine!"

"What does your girlfriend Lorraine know about this?"

"She takes prophet studies, alright?"

"Couldn't you just have gotten a different mask?"

"No. I want the right person for the role. Now I think you're just telling pork pies and trying to project your issues on a mask. But never mind that. Just hurry up and get it or the show is on in ten minutes."

"Wouldn't it be better if I just painted my face green and sang a big song about a famous brand of sporty broomsticks?"

"You, sing Defying Gravity in some green paint? I think not! Go and get the mask!"

Then Miss Pulcinella Lucas, the drama teacher, entered the dressing room.

"The show is off."

"What?" Drew asked.

"The show. It is off."

"But why?"

"It was supposed to be on today, Friday. But Fridays are no more. Fridays have been stolen. Therefor we can't put up the show. I'm sorry Drew. I know this show was very important to you."
"Does this mean it's Saturday?" asked a girl playing Keith Moon.

"Nobody is quite sure," replied Miss Lucas and left.

Drew kicked a stool and ripped some costumes off a hanger to express his rage. He pushed his sunnies up.

"No. Stop washing off your make up, everyone. The show is not off."

"But Miss Lucas said it was."

"I am not letting some sourpus ruin what I have worked so hard for. I am going to find him and give him a piece of my mind!"

"Might be a she."
"Or she."

Then he left, Sirius tagging along. He felt a bit like a side-kick, as he tried to keep up, and couldn't really say he enjoyed that. So he decided to just run off on his own, after all, he knew who was wearing the mask, who hated Fridays and how to find him and Drew didn't, as far as he knew.

Snape was on the first floor, looking down on the spectators on the ground floor from the balustrade, taunting them and wearing the mask.

"My custard!" Peter cried.

"I stole Friday! Friday is mine! You will never have it back!"

"Are you making a trifle?" Sirius asked.

"Dimwitted fool! This box of custard is Friday! God you are so stupid!"

"If you don't return it you will become jelly!"
"You want this? Come and get it, then!"

Snape stuck the box down his pants. Sirius greatly dreaded what he had to do in order to get it. Drew pushed him aside.

"Oi, you the idiot who stole Friday and my show?"

"Oh thank God you arrived, Drew, you must stop him! He has custard in his pants you must take his pants off and get the custard!"
"Who wants to know?" Snape asked back, nonchalant.

"Why steal Friday?" Drew asked.

"Why? Because I hate Friday! Friday is the stupidest day of the week! I hate all stupid things, I hate you Gryffindorks, I hate ostriches because they are said to have the tiniest brain in proportion to their eyes in all the animal kingdom and I hate Fridays because everybody relaxes their minds on Fridays and can't think of anything but wallow in relentless stupidity come Friday night! Does that answer your question?!"

Drew just gawped at him.

"Yup. He's always like that," Sirius told him.

Drew removed his sun glasses.

"I want you," he said to Snape.

Snape backed away, uneasy.

"Should have mentioned I also loath blokes with glasses, because glasses makes a person look so intelligent and it always such a let down when such an ocularily impaired person turns out to be so massively dumb but I've learned now that the thicker the glass, the thicker the head."

"Return Friday," said Drew. "You should be the Grinch. You are the Grinch. You must star in my show today!"

"Steady on, Drew!" said Sirius, beginning to fear for Drew's sanity.

"Be my Grinch!" said Drew. "What do you say? Please!"
Snape couldn't possibly have considered acting in all his life. But never would he back away from an opportunity to ruin something for Sirius.

"Yeah I'll take the lead in your show!"

"Great! Take the custard out of your pants and come with me! I can see the mask fits you perfectly. You're not feeling affected by it in anyway?"

"I'd have to have a pretty weak mind to be affected by it!"

"Not cool, Drew!" said Sirius. "You promised me that role. You can't just change your mind, Miss Lucas won't allow it."

"If you wanted the mask, you shouldn't have lost it!" Drew replied.