A/N- EKK!!! I totally forgot about this story!! How could I?!? READ THIS
IF YOU WANT THE STORY TO MAKE ANY SENSE!!!! I skipped the part when
Voldemort was in plumbing training. Why? 1.) I know nothing about
plumbing, so I couldn't write about that. 2.) I was told that it can take
a year to be in training and I don't have that long to write about, so this
is about. one or two years later. 3.) It seems so boring and I don't want
to write about something boring. He now has a house too, that money from
the bank really helped. . . Anyway, here is the RIGHT chapter five!
Voldemort was watching TV on a Saturday morning. It was around 7:30 and he was watching his favorite TV show- SpongeBob SquarePants! It was the episode F.U.N. and he loved to sing along.
"F is for friend who do stuff together, U is for you and me. . .! N is anywhere, at any time at all, down here in the deep blue seaaa!!!" He was standing on the couch, jumping around. "F is for fire that burns down the whole town, U is for your anus. bombs. N is for no survivors when you. . .!"
The phone started to ring. Voldemort groaned and turned off the TV, jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen, picking up the phone as the answering machine started to record. "Hello, Murfy Moo-Moo speaking."
"Murfy, I'm glad I could reach you. Some old lady is in desperate need of someone to fix her kitchen sink. How did she put it? Oh yes. 'Fix my baby!' and would not stop until I agreed to have someone come over this morning. Could you-" Bill Peterson explained quickly, but interrupted.
"Fix her baby? I'd love to!" Voldemort was so excited- this would be his first plumbing in action!
"Calm down Murfy. . ." Mr. Peterson told him all the information he would need.
"Righty-tighty! Mr. Moo-Moo to the rescue!" He slammed down the phone and ran around the kitchen, leaping for joy. He didn't stop until he hit his hip on the table, which turned the "whoopee's!" into "owies!"
He got on the bus that would send him close enough to Mrs. Kend's house to walk. He hadn't quite gotten his driver's license yet. . . technically difficulties, let's leave it at that.
He sat right behind the bus driver. Voldemort always did.
"Hi! I'm Murfy Moo-Moo. Pleased to meet you." He extended his hand, smiling. The driver didn't shake his hand. . . didn't reply. Voldemort tried another approach. "I like buses. They take you places. I like places."
"Good for you," the bus driver replied coldly.
Voldemort didn't take this sarcastically. "Yeppers. Good for me. And good for you!" He poked his shoulder.
"Stop," snapped the driver, getting annoyed.
"I like your outfit. Did you get that at Sears?"
No reply.
"Remember. . . Sears, where else?" quoted Voldemort, still smiling.
No reply.
He started poking again out of boredom. The bus driver stopped suddenly and turned around, his face burning with anger. "YOU STUPID IDIOT! YOU'RE FIFTY YEARS OLD! YOU'RE A FREAK!!!!!!" he screamed. Everyone on the bus looked at them.
"Actually, I'm fifty three and four months," Voldemort corrected calmly.
Furious, the bus driver pointed at him. "OUT OF MY BUS!!!!" He pushed Voldemort out, gave him a kick in the butt and closed the door, driving away. Voldemort watching the disappearing bus.
"People these days. . ." He sighed and started walking to the next bus stop, which happened to be the one he was supposed to be dropped off at.
Voldemort was watching TV on a Saturday morning. It was around 7:30 and he was watching his favorite TV show- SpongeBob SquarePants! It was the episode F.U.N. and he loved to sing along.
"F is for friend who do stuff together, U is for you and me. . .! N is anywhere, at any time at all, down here in the deep blue seaaa!!!" He was standing on the couch, jumping around. "F is for fire that burns down the whole town, U is for your anus. bombs. N is for no survivors when you. . .!"
The phone started to ring. Voldemort groaned and turned off the TV, jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen, picking up the phone as the answering machine started to record. "Hello, Murfy Moo-Moo speaking."
"Murfy, I'm glad I could reach you. Some old lady is in desperate need of someone to fix her kitchen sink. How did she put it? Oh yes. 'Fix my baby!' and would not stop until I agreed to have someone come over this morning. Could you-" Bill Peterson explained quickly, but interrupted.
"Fix her baby? I'd love to!" Voldemort was so excited- this would be his first plumbing in action!
"Calm down Murfy. . ." Mr. Peterson told him all the information he would need.
"Righty-tighty! Mr. Moo-Moo to the rescue!" He slammed down the phone and ran around the kitchen, leaping for joy. He didn't stop until he hit his hip on the table, which turned the "whoopee's!" into "owies!"
He got on the bus that would send him close enough to Mrs. Kend's house to walk. He hadn't quite gotten his driver's license yet. . . technically difficulties, let's leave it at that.
He sat right behind the bus driver. Voldemort always did.
"Hi! I'm Murfy Moo-Moo. Pleased to meet you." He extended his hand, smiling. The driver didn't shake his hand. . . didn't reply. Voldemort tried another approach. "I like buses. They take you places. I like places."
"Good for you," the bus driver replied coldly.
Voldemort didn't take this sarcastically. "Yeppers. Good for me. And good for you!" He poked his shoulder.
"Stop," snapped the driver, getting annoyed.
"I like your outfit. Did you get that at Sears?"
No reply.
"Remember. . . Sears, where else?" quoted Voldemort, still smiling.
No reply.
He started poking again out of boredom. The bus driver stopped suddenly and turned around, his face burning with anger. "YOU STUPID IDIOT! YOU'RE FIFTY YEARS OLD! YOU'RE A FREAK!!!!!!" he screamed. Everyone on the bus looked at them.
"Actually, I'm fifty three and four months," Voldemort corrected calmly.
Furious, the bus driver pointed at him. "OUT OF MY BUS!!!!" He pushed Voldemort out, gave him a kick in the butt and closed the door, driving away. Voldemort watching the disappearing bus.
"People these days. . ." He sighed and started walking to the next bus stop, which happened to be the one he was supposed to be dropped off at.