A/n: Sorry it's taken so long! I had to delete my story and re-upload it
back to ff.net.... good thing i wrote all me votes down! Speaking of
votes... you wanna know the winner don't ya? Well it's a 3 way tie and i
chose the 2 that will annoy all of our vict--poor, mistreated people!
You'll have to keep reading to find out! Sadly, there won't be a badfic in
this chapter because I don't have one! If you have a badfic I can use,
Email me @ ChibFrogGy@aol.com
sorry this author's note is incredibly long.... on with the fic!
Disclamer: Anything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.... and the 2nd mystery charater belongs to herself
(eww... who would WANT to own her?)
Claimer:I own the 'mystery characters' that happen to make their way into the theater, unless they are Harry Potter related, and if they're not, then in that case they belong to the respecive person/people I also own the idea of 'Twisted Humor Theaters', unless somebody out there, acctoualy has a 'Twisted Humor Theater'. then they own it. And I own the black room (as it looks like the room I wish to have...) and I own my Cracker Jack Playing Cards!!
Twisted Humor Theaters Presents: Harry Potter Mystery Theater
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
.....With a small 'ping' a stage equipped with a T.V. and kareoke set appeared.
VOICE: It's KAREOKE TIME!
DRACO: What the hell is 'Kareeokee?
VOICE: It's KAREOKE K-A-R-E-O-K-E! And it is a muggle way of entertainment. They have this machine and they put a cd (compact disc... don't ask.. it's how muggles listen to music) in the machine, wich is hooked up to the telly. The music plays out of the kareoke machine, but not the words. The words appear on the telly and they sing the words in the mic (muggle way of making their voices louder).
MINERVA: Sounds complicated
VOICE, HARRY, HERMIONE: It's not
HARRY, HERMIONE: begins laughing uncontrollably
SIRIUS: ook...
HARRY, HERMIONE: muggle thing
MALFOY: *coughfreakscough*
HARRY: Would you like to say that to my face?
But before he could answer, 2 people fell from the ceiling (as there were no doors) and landed with a 'thud' in a heap on the floor.
VOICE: Damn! I missed
RON: You're a bloody lunatic! Just dropping people in here, no- leaving us in here with no wand and no way of communication-- me mum's probobly worried sick-- and befor you say anything-- shut it, Malfoy. Who the bloody hell do you think you are?
MINERVA: 20 points to Gryffindor!
VOICE: I am-- MR. MOVIEFONE! I am leaving you here because I got bored on holiday. I took your wands 'cuz I knew Minnie and Sirius would try to apperate, and the rest of you would conjour a door.
RON: That still doesn't explain why you dropped them two in here! Who ARE they anyway?
Then, as if on cue, the two mystery people awoke. Hermione shrieked when she saw the first one.
SIRIUS: Hermione! What the bloody hell is your problem?!
HERMIONE: It's Briteny Spears!
MALFOY: Is she single?
HERMIONE: no
MALFOY: oh
RON: Is she the one who sounds like Percy singing in the shower?
HERMIONE: (giggles) Yup
RON: EW! Get her away from me!
SIRIUS: Who's the boy?
MALFOY: Oh, look Potty! It's your one man fan club!
HARRY: Huh? oh shit! It's Collin!
COLLIN: Huh? HARRY? OW! Oooh! OMG! It's Britney Spears! Where's my camera?! I soo need my camera!
Where is my camera! I know I had it a second a go...
VOICE: Stupid boy! I have your camera and your wand!
COLLIN: Hey! That's stealing... I demand it back right now! It's not every day a boy gets stuck in a room with Harry Potter AND Britney Spears
VOICE: You'll have to wait like the others.... NOW! on to KAREOKE!
BRITNEY: OOooh! I just LOVE kareoke!
MINERVA: Shut it, bitch
BRITNEY: Whore
MINERVA: Groupie
BRITNEY: yum!
VOICE: Now! Who will be our first vict- I mean contestant?
MALFOY(feeling a bit brave, completely unlike a Slytherin...), BRITNEY: I will!
SIRIUS: Malfoy, you're being a bit brave.. expecially for a Slytherin
HARRY: That's exactly what Moviefone voices just said
SIRIUS: Oh well
VOICE: Draco, you'll go first, since It's a bit early in the morning to hear a cat dieing.
MALFOY: Alright, what do I do?
VOICE: Pick a song from the song book, I'll put the cd in, and you watch the t.v. screen and sing the words.
MALFOY: Ook... What song book?
VOICE: THIS song book
Just then, a book appeared filled with songs in aphabitical order by singer/band.
Draco turned to a random section. Of course, he didn't know about the different types of muggle music, so he just picked a song from the list.
MALFOY: Alright. I've got me song chosen. NOW what do I do?
VOICE: What's the name of the song you're song?
MALFOY: Craig David?
VOICE: NO! Not the name of the SINGER! the name of the SONG!
MALFOY: oh. 7 Days?
VOICE: Yes! Progress!
Then, the cd player opend on the kareoke machine, and the mysterious moviefone voice incerted the cd.
VOICE: Now, since you've probobly never heard this song before, nobody expects you to sing it correctly,
Draco began his hideious singing. He could make even Britney Spears sound decent...
MALFOY: (singing) On my way to see my friends
Who live a couple of blocks aways from me (owh)
As I walked through the subway
It must have been about quarter past three
In front of me
Stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body
She asked me for the time I said it'd cost her name
A six digit number and a date with me tomorrow at nine
When Mr. Moviefone voice said nobody expected him to sing it correctly, she didn't know how true that was.While singing, he had managed to get so off beat that he was 4 measures behind the music.
With only that much of the song sung, everybody except Britney had their ears covers, trying their best to keep from hearing the horrible screeching that was Draco singing.
Unfortunately, he continued:
MALFOY: (singing) Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I don't think so
Was it for real? Damn sure
What was the deal? A pretty girl aged 24
So was she keen? She couldn't wait
Cinnamon queen? Let me update
What did she say? She said she'd love to, rendezvous
She asked me what we were gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two
At this point, not even Britney could stand it, and he hadn't even reached the chorus yet!
This surely is cruel and unusual punishment.... but I'm enjoying it! (not the singing, the punishing)
MALFOY: (still singing, unfortunately) Monday,
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
By this time the singing has even effected the mysterious Mr. Movefone voice. The voice who created this horrible tourture has put it to a stop. Even Britney Spears is better than him... and that's saying a LOT.
So, with the wierd power she (yes she. I am a she. not a he. or a he-she. and not an it. a she.) posesses, turned off the kareoke macine, and took the CD out (i like that cd...). This, however, caused Draco to go into hystarics. He went on about nobody liking him, every one hating him, but nobody was listening. They all just went into the black room untill he was in a straight jacket and silenced.
The kareoke resumed.
Hermione was the next to sing. Being muggle-born she knew how it worked, and there was no fuss over what to do.
The mysterious voice put in Pink's Misundaztood.
She began to sing, (much better than Draco, mind you)
HERMIONE: (singing) I never win 1st place
I don't support the team
I can't take direction
And my socks are never clean
Teachers dated me
My parentes hated me
I was always in a fight
'Cause I can't do nothing
right
So far, no one's ears were coverd, but Draco was in a corner, beating his head aginst the wall, so you had to listen hard to hear her.
HERMIONE:Every day I fight a war
against the mirror
Can't take the person
staring back at me
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
It's bad when you annoy yourself
So Irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
L.A. told me
you'll be a pop star
All you have to change
Is everything you are
Tired of being compared
to damn Britney Spears
She's so pretty
That just aint me
All (but Britney (of course) Hermione (as she was singing, but was thinking it) and Draco (as he was silenced): HELL NO! Britney Spears... Pretty!?
So doctor. doctor won't
you please prescribe me something
A day in the life of someone else
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
It's bad when you annoy yourself
So Irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
They applaueded when she was finished. The silenceing charm had worn off, and Draco was shrieking: 'Run free, Mr. and Mrs. Happey Hippeo! Run Free!
The mysterious moviefone voice refused to take the straight jacket off, so he ran into the walls.
Next was Harry. Being raised for 11 years in a muggle home, and over summer vacation, he had a vauge idea of the differnt kinds of muggle music. (The Durslys hadn't exactly allowed him a raido).
He picked a song- Where the party at -Jagged Edge feat. Nelly.
He pulled Ron up and they each grabbed a mic.
Once again, the voice put the cd in the kareoke machine, and the song began:
[Harry]
Come on, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on
[Ron](Harry)
1-Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
See don't be trippin' when you see us in the club
Just show a little love
Represent your side like me
Cause round here if you slip you catch a hot one
Ride shotgun, couple of them got one
Belvidere in the rear of the club
Pulled up on dubs and we about to go and buy the bar up
So so, fa' sure we ain't playin' Hang with no lames
By now, Hermione, Sirius, Collin ,::gasp:: Minerva and even Harry and Ron were dancing. Britney took offence in the music selection and Draco was STILL in a striaght jacket.
Hey where the party at? Girls is on their way
Where the Bacardi at?
Bottles, bottles, talkin' all of that
You know I can't forget about my thugs
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls
(Where the party at?)
Off in the club
(Where the Party at??)
If the party's where you're at
Then let me hear you say
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
The song continues with everybody (but Britney, Draco was let out of his straight jacket for good behaivor) were dancing. Mr. Moviefone voice had even magiced some butterbeer and pumpkin pasties.
All the girls in the club in their best outfits
Just showing that skin try-na make a nigga wanna spend
Where you been girl?
You and your friends need to come to the back
Where we got it locked down at
In your white t-shirt, or a three piece suit
Don't matter what you wear
All that matter is who you with
Some jiggy and some straight ridin'
All up in the club just to have a good time
Hey where the party at? Girls is on their way
Where the Bacardi at?
Bottles, bottles, talkin' all of that
You know I can't forget about my thugs
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls
(Where the party at?)
Off in the club
(Where the Party at??)
If the party's where you're at
Then let me hear you say
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
[Harry]
Now can you show me where that party at dirty?
Somewhere where it's crackin' right around 1:30
Never get there to early
Comin' AS IS, do rags and Timbs
I'm rollin' pass this little Jagged Benz
With the Rolls not the one with the stems
The one with the rims
The one that seem to make more enemies than friends
I'm slidin' in past bows
Both eyes close, with both arms froze, both charms froze
With that S-O, S-O D-E dot F
We buyin' BOTTLES, BOTTLES until there ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I plays with no ref I jams more than Def
baby show me the club I'm like HEY where that Bacardi at?
Come and mix it with the Cris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the VIP twisted, down right spiffy
Two-way (***)(a/n:see authors note at end of song)a nigga like you listenin'
Hey where the party at? Girls is on their way
Where the Bacardi at?
Bottles, bottles, talkin' all of that
You know I can't forget about my thugs
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls
(Where the party at?)
Off in the club
(Where the Party at??)
If the party's where you're at
Then let me hear you say
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
[Ron]
Come on, left side just put your hands up
Throw em up
Right side just put your hands up
Throw em up
Everybody put your hands up
Throw em up
When the beat come back around
Everybody do it again
Do the East Side run this mother for ya, hell yeah
Do my South Side run this mother for ya, hell yeah
And them haterz can't hit no
Ain't talkin' bout nothin'
And they look like
If the party's where you're at
Let me hear you say...
(A/N: i got lazy and didn't want to type they lyrics myself, and i havent heard this song in a bit, so that's why the word's bleeped out)
At the end of the song, everybody was in a lighter, happier mood except Britney (of course) and Mr. Moviefone voice. The plan was to torture, not make happier.
After Harry and Ron left the stage, Ron blushing furiously at the attention, it disappeared with the same 'ping' that it appeared with.
VOICE (obviously depressed at the lack of torture): That's it for today... hope you had a bloody well time
With that what was left of the butter beer and pumpkin paisties disappeared.
MALFOY: But wait! Why wasn't there a badfic? Has the torture ended?
VOICE: No. I just couldn't find one.
MALFOY: Will there be a badfic nextime?
VOICE: Yes
MALFOY: Damn
A/N: I know it was INCREDIBLY LONG but I just kept going and going and going and going! It was fun to write, so hopfully it was half as fun to read! I really need some badfics... I know.. I'm begging... and I don't beg but it is imparative that I have badfics to continue the story. (ooh imparative... such big words for such small brain... lol)
Well, if you refuse to send me a badfic (my email is ChibiFrogGy@aol.com or you could just leave one in a review...) then tell me how funny/stupid/gay or WHATEVER YOU THINK my fic is!
Hit that button... you know you want to....
HERMIONE: Yea... hit the review button!
MINERVA: If you don't... 35 points from Slytherin!
MALFOY: But what if they're not in slytherin?
MINERVA: Then 60 points from slytherin
MALFOY: Thats not fair!
MINERVA, SIRIUS: I/She don't have to be
HARRY, RON: What are you reading this for? get on with hitting that button!
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sorry this author's note is incredibly long.... on with the fic!
Disclamer: Anything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.... and the 2nd mystery charater belongs to herself
(eww... who would WANT to own her?)
Claimer:I own the 'mystery characters' that happen to make their way into the theater, unless they are Harry Potter related, and if they're not, then in that case they belong to the respecive person/people I also own the idea of 'Twisted Humor Theaters', unless somebody out there, acctoualy has a 'Twisted Humor Theater'. then they own it. And I own the black room (as it looks like the room I wish to have...) and I own my Cracker Jack Playing Cards!!
Twisted Humor Theaters Presents: Harry Potter Mystery Theater
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
.....With a small 'ping' a stage equipped with a T.V. and kareoke set appeared.
VOICE: It's KAREOKE TIME!
DRACO: What the hell is 'Kareeokee?
VOICE: It's KAREOKE K-A-R-E-O-K-E! And it is a muggle way of entertainment. They have this machine and they put a cd (compact disc... don't ask.. it's how muggles listen to music) in the machine, wich is hooked up to the telly. The music plays out of the kareoke machine, but not the words. The words appear on the telly and they sing the words in the mic (muggle way of making their voices louder).
MINERVA: Sounds complicated
VOICE, HARRY, HERMIONE: It's not
HARRY, HERMIONE: begins laughing uncontrollably
SIRIUS: ook...
HARRY, HERMIONE: muggle thing
MALFOY: *coughfreakscough*
HARRY: Would you like to say that to my face?
But before he could answer, 2 people fell from the ceiling (as there were no doors) and landed with a 'thud' in a heap on the floor.
VOICE: Damn! I missed
RON: You're a bloody lunatic! Just dropping people in here, no- leaving us in here with no wand and no way of communication-- me mum's probobly worried sick-- and befor you say anything-- shut it, Malfoy. Who the bloody hell do you think you are?
MINERVA: 20 points to Gryffindor!
VOICE: I am-- MR. MOVIEFONE! I am leaving you here because I got bored on holiday. I took your wands 'cuz I knew Minnie and Sirius would try to apperate, and the rest of you would conjour a door.
RON: That still doesn't explain why you dropped them two in here! Who ARE they anyway?
Then, as if on cue, the two mystery people awoke. Hermione shrieked when she saw the first one.
SIRIUS: Hermione! What the bloody hell is your problem?!
HERMIONE: It's Briteny Spears!
MALFOY: Is she single?
HERMIONE: no
MALFOY: oh
RON: Is she the one who sounds like Percy singing in the shower?
HERMIONE: (giggles) Yup
RON: EW! Get her away from me!
SIRIUS: Who's the boy?
MALFOY: Oh, look Potty! It's your one man fan club!
HARRY: Huh? oh shit! It's Collin!
COLLIN: Huh? HARRY? OW! Oooh! OMG! It's Britney Spears! Where's my camera?! I soo need my camera!
Where is my camera! I know I had it a second a go...
VOICE: Stupid boy! I have your camera and your wand!
COLLIN: Hey! That's stealing... I demand it back right now! It's not every day a boy gets stuck in a room with Harry Potter AND Britney Spears
VOICE: You'll have to wait like the others.... NOW! on to KAREOKE!
BRITNEY: OOooh! I just LOVE kareoke!
MINERVA: Shut it, bitch
BRITNEY: Whore
MINERVA: Groupie
BRITNEY: yum!
VOICE: Now! Who will be our first vict- I mean contestant?
MALFOY(feeling a bit brave, completely unlike a Slytherin...), BRITNEY: I will!
SIRIUS: Malfoy, you're being a bit brave.. expecially for a Slytherin
HARRY: That's exactly what Moviefone voices just said
SIRIUS: Oh well
VOICE: Draco, you'll go first, since It's a bit early in the morning to hear a cat dieing.
MALFOY: Alright, what do I do?
VOICE: Pick a song from the song book, I'll put the cd in, and you watch the t.v. screen and sing the words.
MALFOY: Ook... What song book?
VOICE: THIS song book
Just then, a book appeared filled with songs in aphabitical order by singer/band.
Draco turned to a random section. Of course, he didn't know about the different types of muggle music, so he just picked a song from the list.
MALFOY: Alright. I've got me song chosen. NOW what do I do?
VOICE: What's the name of the song you're song?
MALFOY: Craig David?
VOICE: NO! Not the name of the SINGER! the name of the SONG!
MALFOY: oh. 7 Days?
VOICE: Yes! Progress!
Then, the cd player opend on the kareoke machine, and the mysterious moviefone voice incerted the cd.
VOICE: Now, since you've probobly never heard this song before, nobody expects you to sing it correctly,
Draco began his hideious singing. He could make even Britney Spears sound decent...
MALFOY: (singing) On my way to see my friends
Who live a couple of blocks aways from me (owh)
As I walked through the subway
It must have been about quarter past three
In front of me
Stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body
She asked me for the time I said it'd cost her name
A six digit number and a date with me tomorrow at nine
When Mr. Moviefone voice said nobody expected him to sing it correctly, she didn't know how true that was.While singing, he had managed to get so off beat that he was 4 measures behind the music.
With only that much of the song sung, everybody except Britney had their ears covers, trying their best to keep from hearing the horrible screeching that was Draco singing.
Unfortunately, he continued:
MALFOY: (singing) Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I don't think so
Was it for real? Damn sure
What was the deal? A pretty girl aged 24
So was she keen? She couldn't wait
Cinnamon queen? Let me update
What did she say? She said she'd love to, rendezvous
She asked me what we were gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two
At this point, not even Britney could stand it, and he hadn't even reached the chorus yet!
This surely is cruel and unusual punishment.... but I'm enjoying it! (not the singing, the punishing)
MALFOY: (still singing, unfortunately) Monday,
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
By this time the singing has even effected the mysterious Mr. Movefone voice. The voice who created this horrible tourture has put it to a stop. Even Britney Spears is better than him... and that's saying a LOT.
So, with the wierd power she (yes she. I am a she. not a he. or a he-she. and not an it. a she.) posesses, turned off the kareoke macine, and took the CD out (i like that cd...). This, however, caused Draco to go into hystarics. He went on about nobody liking him, every one hating him, but nobody was listening. They all just went into the black room untill he was in a straight jacket and silenced.
The kareoke resumed.
Hermione was the next to sing. Being muggle-born she knew how it worked, and there was no fuss over what to do.
The mysterious voice put in Pink's Misundaztood.
She began to sing, (much better than Draco, mind you)
HERMIONE: (singing) I never win 1st place
I don't support the team
I can't take direction
And my socks are never clean
Teachers dated me
My parentes hated me
I was always in a fight
'Cause I can't do nothing
right
So far, no one's ears were coverd, but Draco was in a corner, beating his head aginst the wall, so you had to listen hard to hear her.
HERMIONE:Every day I fight a war
against the mirror
Can't take the person
staring back at me
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
It's bad when you annoy yourself
So Irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
L.A. told me
you'll be a pop star
All you have to change
Is everything you are
Tired of being compared
to damn Britney Spears
She's so pretty
That just aint me
All (but Britney (of course) Hermione (as she was singing, but was thinking it) and Draco (as he was silenced): HELL NO! Britney Spears... Pretty!?
So doctor. doctor won't
you please prescribe me something
A day in the life of someone else
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
It's bad when you annoy yourself
So Irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
They applaueded when she was finished. The silenceing charm had worn off, and Draco was shrieking: 'Run free, Mr. and Mrs. Happey Hippeo! Run Free!
The mysterious moviefone voice refused to take the straight jacket off, so he ran into the walls.
Next was Harry. Being raised for 11 years in a muggle home, and over summer vacation, he had a vauge idea of the differnt kinds of muggle music. (The Durslys hadn't exactly allowed him a raido).
He picked a song- Where the party at -Jagged Edge feat. Nelly.
He pulled Ron up and they each grabbed a mic.
Once again, the voice put the cd in the kareoke machine, and the song began:
[Harry]
Come on, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on
[Ron](Harry)
1-Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
See don't be trippin' when you see us in the club
Just show a little love
Represent your side like me
Cause round here if you slip you catch a hot one
Ride shotgun, couple of them got one
Belvidere in the rear of the club
Pulled up on dubs and we about to go and buy the bar up
So so, fa' sure we ain't playin' Hang with no lames
By now, Hermione, Sirius, Collin ,::gasp:: Minerva and even Harry and Ron were dancing. Britney took offence in the music selection and Draco was STILL in a striaght jacket.
Hey where the party at? Girls is on their way
Where the Bacardi at?
Bottles, bottles, talkin' all of that
You know I can't forget about my thugs
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls
(Where the party at?)
Off in the club
(Where the Party at??)
If the party's where you're at
Then let me hear you say
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
The song continues with everybody (but Britney, Draco was let out of his straight jacket for good behaivor) were dancing. Mr. Moviefone voice had even magiced some butterbeer and pumpkin pasties.
All the girls in the club in their best outfits
Just showing that skin try-na make a nigga wanna spend
Where you been girl?
You and your friends need to come to the back
Where we got it locked down at
In your white t-shirt, or a three piece suit
Don't matter what you wear
All that matter is who you with
Some jiggy and some straight ridin'
All up in the club just to have a good time
Hey where the party at? Girls is on their way
Where the Bacardi at?
Bottles, bottles, talkin' all of that
You know I can't forget about my thugs
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls
(Where the party at?)
Off in the club
(Where the Party at??)
If the party's where you're at
Then let me hear you say
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
[Harry]
Now can you show me where that party at dirty?
Somewhere where it's crackin' right around 1:30
Never get there to early
Comin' AS IS, do rags and Timbs
I'm rollin' pass this little Jagged Benz
With the Rolls not the one with the stems
The one with the rims
The one that seem to make more enemies than friends
I'm slidin' in past bows
Both eyes close, with both arms froze, both charms froze
With that S-O, S-O D-E dot F
We buyin' BOTTLES, BOTTLES until there ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I plays with no ref I jams more than Def
baby show me the club I'm like HEY where that Bacardi at?
Come and mix it with the Cris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the VIP twisted, down right spiffy
Two-way (***)(a/n:see authors note at end of song)a nigga like you listenin'
Hey where the party at? Girls is on their way
Where the Bacardi at?
Bottles, bottles, talkin' all of that
You know I can't forget about my thugs
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls
(Where the party at?)
Off in the club
(Where the Party at??)
If the party's where you're at
Then let me hear you say
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at, then let me know)
[Ron]
Come on, left side just put your hands up
Throw em up
Right side just put your hands up
Throw em up
Everybody put your hands up
Throw em up
When the beat come back around
Everybody do it again
Do the East Side run this mother for ya, hell yeah
Do my South Side run this mother for ya, hell yeah
And them haterz can't hit no
Ain't talkin' bout nothin'
And they look like
If the party's where you're at
Let me hear you say...
(A/N: i got lazy and didn't want to type they lyrics myself, and i havent heard this song in a bit, so that's why the word's bleeped out)
At the end of the song, everybody was in a lighter, happier mood except Britney (of course) and Mr. Moviefone voice. The plan was to torture, not make happier.
After Harry and Ron left the stage, Ron blushing furiously at the attention, it disappeared with the same 'ping' that it appeared with.
VOICE (obviously depressed at the lack of torture): That's it for today... hope you had a bloody well time
With that what was left of the butter beer and pumpkin paisties disappeared.
MALFOY: But wait! Why wasn't there a badfic? Has the torture ended?
VOICE: No. I just couldn't find one.
MALFOY: Will there be a badfic nextime?
VOICE: Yes
MALFOY: Damn
A/N: I know it was INCREDIBLY LONG but I just kept going and going and going and going! It was fun to write, so hopfully it was half as fun to read! I really need some badfics... I know.. I'm begging... and I don't beg but it is imparative that I have badfics to continue the story. (ooh imparative... such big words for such small brain... lol)
Well, if you refuse to send me a badfic (my email is ChibiFrogGy@aol.com or you could just leave one in a review...) then tell me how funny/stupid/gay or WHATEVER YOU THINK my fic is!
Hit that button... you know you want to....
HERMIONE: Yea... hit the review button!
MINERVA: If you don't... 35 points from Slytherin!
MALFOY: But what if they're not in slytherin?
MINERVA: Then 60 points from slytherin
MALFOY: Thats not fair!
MINERVA, SIRIUS: I/She don't have to be
HARRY, RON: What are you reading this for? get on with hitting that button!
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