Disclaimer: I don't own any of this
except the idea and story.
Is There FRIED CHICKEN In the House?
Sequel
to: Maybe
Pixie Sticks Should Come With Warning Labels
By: *~Pretty*In*Pink*~
I noticed after I
posted my LAST fic that my P/N was not ~*Pretty*In*Pink*~ but
*~Pretty*In*Pink*~ OOPS! Hee hee! Enjoy
this one!
P.S. Its ok if you get confused, we all are sometimes! (I recommend you read my first one first)
*After I found Dobby in my room, I
rushed back through my sock drawer to deliver him back to Hogwarts*
*Before we arrived, I could hear the
wall making strange noises and I could see Neville through a hole in the wall*
Neville: Mr. Plucker is coming! Mr. Plucker is coming!
Hermione: Oh no! Not Mr. Plucker!! Everyone take cover!
Me: Wait! I'm not Mr. Plucker! It's
me! And I have Dobby!
Dobby: Me like socks!
Harry: How do we know you are not Mr.
Plucker in disguise?
Me: Because I..I..I..can do a little
dance! *Dadadadoodoodoo* See!
Ron: Ok, I believe you.
Harry: I'm pregnant with a bologna sandwich!
Ron: OMG! So am I! Wowwie!
Me: Cool! *sees a Pixie Stix on the ground* Yummy!
Hermione: It's a scientific fact that Pixie Stix are specifically
made to make anyone with Pretty
& Pink
in the same name hyper!
Me: *eats Pixie Stix* BWAHAHAHA! I am the Pixie Stix champion OF THE WORLD!!!!
Ron: I wanna ride like the wind to the
bathroom! Or make that blow wind! *Runs off to the bathroom*
Harry: I am the master of the universe! I
killed Moldy Voldy!
*LARGE CRACK OF THUNDER*
Voice: DID SOMEONE CALL ME MOLDY VOLDY????? THEY MUST DIE!
Hermione: That sounded like Vol—
Voice: VOLDEMORT! (whispers) A.k.a. Tom Riddle, Shh!!
Me: But wait! I have brought along my trusty MR. PLUCKER! *whips out Mr. Plucker* HAHA I will vanquish
you!*
Voldemort: I'm melting, I'm melting
away…*melts into a puddle of green ooze*
Harry: *licks the ooze* Yumm…tastes like chicken!
Hermione: Of course! Voldemort was really
a transmogrified chicken! That must be why he always stayed away from
broilers!
Ron: *rushes back from the bathroom* What
I miss? *sniffs* Ooo…is someone making fried chicken?
Harry: Pink girl saved the day! Yay 3
cheers!
Me: Oh, I really couldn't accept this
award with out thanking my agent, and my family, and God who has blessed my
with this wonderful trophy which I will now wear on my head.
Hermione: We're not giving you a trophy.
Me: How 'bout a Pixie Stix? Oh, wait! I
have some! *reaches for pocket* Yummm……
Everyone else: Ahh!! Not the Pixie Stix!
*runs away*
Me: They all left me! Again! *goes back
through the portal to sock drawer*
Dobby: Me like socks!