After a week of relatively slow process, Sirius was getting fussy and every five minutes he would take the opportunity to ask Lily the age-old travel question, "Are we there yet?" It took three days for Lily to get fed up with him.

"For the love of God almighty, Sirius! We are not there yet!" she cried.

"Well, I'm running out of patience." said Sirius in an attempt to defend himself.

"I've got plenty." Lily said cheerfully "Feel free to borrow some."

"Well, now we know why you're a Gryffindor—" James began.

"Besides the fact that Black is an arrogant, Muggle-loving dolt."

Sirius knew that voice, but how the bloody hell did he get there?

"Snape! How the bloody hell did you get here?"

Yes, boys and girls, Severus Snape was also stuck in the 19th century with our hapless heroes—

"We're right here, you know!" Sirius shouted to the heavens.

"James, is it just me, or is Sirius making less sense than usual." asked Remus.

"It's just you, Remus."

As I was saying, Snape was looking more ridiculous than usual. His Hogwarts robes, pants and matching sweater vest, which he cherished, had been replaced by deer hide pants and jacket, with fringe on it. A cowboy hat topped his greasy head and it turned out he was riding through the desert a on a horse with no name.

"Wait a minute, you guys," Remus said to the other Marauders, his eyes going wide. "You remember how we got here?"

Sirius, James, Lily, and Remus began to snicker. In a few minutes the entire class was doubled over laughing.

"Snape did the Time Warp…again!" James sang. Snape went a beautiful shade of crimson as the laughter increased.

"Well, do any of you brilliant Gryffindors have a plan to get out of here?"

"Actually, we do."

Snape rolled his eyes. "What is it then?"

"Sevvie, we have been charged, by the almighty god of potatoes, to travel west to Idaho. I am the leader of the Society of Pink Ponies and Yellow Smiling Marmosets Who Prance Through the Fields of Joyous Tulips. There, in Idaho we shall set up our commune, which shall be called Fort Buttercup. There, we shall prance around in fields of joyous tulips with pink ponies and yellow smiling marmosets. PRAISE BE TO DIMLOEP-SUUM, THE GOD OF POTATOES, WHO WILL LEAD US TO OUR HOME AT LAST! HE HAS EVEN SENT THE GREASE MONKEY BEFORE US AS A SIGN THAT WE MUST HAVE SHAMPOO AND PRACTICE GOOD HYGIENE!"

"Yeah," Remus assured him, " You can come along.

"If we left you, who else would there be for me to piss off." He put his arm around Snape.

"Gee, your selfless Siri."

"I'd miss my Sevviekins desperately."

"Awwwwww." chorused the other students.

"It's a Kodak moment." sighed Lily.

Sirius let go of Snape, clasped his hands together. "I think it's time for a song!"

Snape had yet to learn the horror of Sing-a-longs with Sirius.

"What shall it be my greasy-haired companion?"