AND NOW FOR SOMETHING REALLY DIFFERENT EPISODE 2
The fog blew away and they saw. (A2/N WHAT DID THEY SEE?) (A3/N hush up and you'll find out) (A1/N Yeah, Sam. Shut up and wait) (A2/N BUT I DON'T WANT TA WAIT!) (A1/N *looks to A3* What DO they see?) Moony looked up to the heavens. "WELL ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! YOU ARE THE BLOODY AUTHORS!" (A3/N oh right.) The fog blew away and they saw.
SIR KEVIN
Now, Kevin was your ordinary knight. He was fat, dumb, bald, lazy and quite the slob, just like all the other knights, though he often tried to cover it up with lies of momentous doings (in his spare time. He also was an elevator operator).
"ARRRRR ME HEARTIES!" cried Kevin, perched on top of his valiant, noble, sloppy, lazy, dumb, dole, DONKEY.
"What?" asked Moony. "Would you mind spelling that out for me?" asked the confuzzled Padfoot. "FEART!" cried Prongs. Kevin, Padfoot, Moony and Kevin's steed all looked to Prongs. "It just seemed like the right thing to say at the time" Prongs shrugged. (A3/N what does Feart mean anyway?) (A2/N Search me.) (A1/N Here? Right now?) (A2/N NO! I'm not carrin anything legal) (A3/N Don't you mean 'anything Illegal?) (A2/N No. I mean 'anything legal') Anyway.
Moony looked to Kevin. "Have you perhaps seen a cat being carried off by killer vegititititables? Or perhaps a cheesecake?" "Arr, if ye be searchin' far a CAT bein carried by a MOOSE, I know where ta look!" "He was bein carried by a moose?" "Uh. I never heard anything about a moose." "Nay. 'ee was being carried by a MOOSE!" "Oh, you mean a MOOSE!!?" asked Padfoot. "Nay, I mean a MOOSE!" "But you just said-" Kevin took out a piece of paper and wrote something. "YOU SICKO!" said Prongs. "IAM ASHAMED TO STAND IN YOUR PRESENCE!" said Padfoot. Kevin's steed turned to them with wide eyes. "I LIKE PRESANTS!" They all stared at the donkey for a moment, then looked back to Kevin. "Really, Padfoot. You cuss much more than that!" Kevin looked at his writing, then, realizing his mistake, he turned it upside down. It said "CUCUMBER" "Oh."
"What's your donkeys name, anyway?" asked Moony as they had a spot of tea with Kevin and his steed. "Nullify." He replied. "Say what?" asked Prongs. "WHAT!" said Padfoot. "Nullify is his name." "DICTIONARY HOBBIT!" cried Moony. A small Hobbit entered.
"If you press A and B together, then a FIREBALL will appear-" "NO!!!!" cried Padfoot. "MY FINGERS ARE TOO SHORT TO REACH A AND B TOGETHER!!!!" "No no, PaddyJ. We need the Dictionary Hobbit. Not the Video Game Help Hobbit." The Video Game Help Hobbit hung its head then ran off. Moment's later Dictionary Hobbit entered. "Sorry about that." She replied. "I think Video Game Help Hobbit is a bit high on Hippy Hobbit's incense." "Quite alright." Said Moony. "Will you tell us what the word 'Nullify' means?"
Dictionary Hobbit folded her hands upon her stomach. "NULLIFY" she said "\'ne-le-,fi\ trans-" "JUST TELL US WHAT THE BLOODY WORD MEANS!" said Prongs. "To make of no value or consequence." Dictionary Hobbit vanished.
"So, your donkey is worth no value?" Moony asked. "Yep." Replied Kevin. "WEHEHEHEHEHHEHEH! OOOO! I wet 'em!" mused Padfoot. "Shut up and go change your pants!" scolded Prongs. Padfoot whimpered and pulled a pair of extra pants out of Moony's nose, then proceeded to change his pants.
"Now, so you saw a cat being carried off by an.er. vegitititable? "Yep." "Can you describe these vegitititables to us?" "Nope." "Why not?" "cuz" "I want a little more than that", said Moony. "Because" "Because why" "'Cuz I didn't see no vegitititables." "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DID!" "I lied." This was too much for Moony. Already today, he had been covered with constipated pigeons, almost devoured by killer socks and pants with murderous tendencies, farted his brains out, and lost his dear, dear Mr. Tibbles. "I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!" he stood up. "But. you ARE standing!" Kevin had to blurt out (No really. The three authors were holding killer socks to his head. BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE OR THEY'LL GET YOU TOO! Um. ahem.) Kevin suddenly felt no threat, "What do you mean killer socks", Kevin had to ask. (A/N2: OHHH, now you are in for it!!) Kevin then felt something on the back of his head as a killer sock crawled onto his face., Padfoot then screamed.. "What! Why do I have to be the one screams!! I am not a girly boy like Remus!!!!" "Do you want to say that to my face?!!!", answered Remus. "Okay Okay boys, stop that stop that!!!", Prongs butted in. Padfoot then had a sudden urge to lock something in a closet. He quickly grabbed Kevin by the chest plate that was part of his armor, and pulled him into a closet, and Prongs ran and locked the door and accidentally, locked Padfoot in, and then remembered and opened it and Padfoot ran out. Padfoot's teeth then started to shorten as they went back to their normal size. "Thank you", Padfoot called to the sky. (A/N1: Why, you are quite welcome!) (A/N2 Anytime!) (A/N3: Shut up you guys and lets get back to the story!) (A/N1: Yeah, alright.)
Prongs looked to the others. "What should we do now, eh lads?" "Lets learn how to dance!" "But we cant learn how to dance out here!" cried Moony. "Why not? I think this is a great place to learn how to dance!" said Padfoot. "Yeah, but if we dance out here, Moony will get dirt in his hair!" Prongs snickered, and Padfoot laughed as well. "No! We have to find my Tibbles!"
Padfoot and Prongs looked at him in horror, loud thumps and screams of pain coming from the closet behind them. It was a while before anyone said anything.
"H-h-how did you lose them?" "WHAT?!" "How did you lose your tibbles?" "You should remember! You WERE with me!" Prongs and Padfoot looked, bewildered at each other, and then back to Moony. "Did they come off when you farted?" "NO!" "Did you drop them out the window?" "YES!" Prongs and Padfoot looked at each other again completely stupefied. " But then again, I don't know what you mean by 'them'. I only had one Tibbles...." Both Prongs and Padfoot rushed forward and hugged Moony as tight as they could. "WE'RE SO SORRY, MOONY!" Moony (suddenly understanding) then got a disgusted, yet pensive look on his face, "YOU SICKOS!!!!"
The journey to find Moony's tibbles. err. Mr. Tibbles, would be a long one. Indeed.
To be Continued in EPISODE III!
The fog blew away and they saw. (A2/N WHAT DID THEY SEE?) (A3/N hush up and you'll find out) (A1/N Yeah, Sam. Shut up and wait) (A2/N BUT I DON'T WANT TA WAIT!) (A1/N *looks to A3* What DO they see?) Moony looked up to the heavens. "WELL ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! YOU ARE THE BLOODY AUTHORS!" (A3/N oh right.) The fog blew away and they saw.
SIR KEVIN
Now, Kevin was your ordinary knight. He was fat, dumb, bald, lazy and quite the slob, just like all the other knights, though he often tried to cover it up with lies of momentous doings (in his spare time. He also was an elevator operator).
"ARRRRR ME HEARTIES!" cried Kevin, perched on top of his valiant, noble, sloppy, lazy, dumb, dole, DONKEY.
"What?" asked Moony. "Would you mind spelling that out for me?" asked the confuzzled Padfoot. "FEART!" cried Prongs. Kevin, Padfoot, Moony and Kevin's steed all looked to Prongs. "It just seemed like the right thing to say at the time" Prongs shrugged. (A3/N what does Feart mean anyway?) (A2/N Search me.) (A1/N Here? Right now?) (A2/N NO! I'm not carrin anything legal) (A3/N Don't you mean 'anything Illegal?) (A2/N No. I mean 'anything legal') Anyway.
Moony looked to Kevin. "Have you perhaps seen a cat being carried off by killer vegititititables? Or perhaps a cheesecake?" "Arr, if ye be searchin' far a CAT bein carried by a MOOSE, I know where ta look!" "He was bein carried by a moose?" "Uh. I never heard anything about a moose." "Nay. 'ee was being carried by a MOOSE!" "Oh, you mean a MOOSE!!?" asked Padfoot. "Nay, I mean a MOOSE!" "But you just said-" Kevin took out a piece of paper and wrote something. "YOU SICKO!" said Prongs. "IAM ASHAMED TO STAND IN YOUR PRESENCE!" said Padfoot. Kevin's steed turned to them with wide eyes. "I LIKE PRESANTS!" They all stared at the donkey for a moment, then looked back to Kevin. "Really, Padfoot. You cuss much more than that!" Kevin looked at his writing, then, realizing his mistake, he turned it upside down. It said "CUCUMBER" "Oh."
"What's your donkeys name, anyway?" asked Moony as they had a spot of tea with Kevin and his steed. "Nullify." He replied. "Say what?" asked Prongs. "WHAT!" said Padfoot. "Nullify is his name." "DICTIONARY HOBBIT!" cried Moony. A small Hobbit entered.
"If you press A and B together, then a FIREBALL will appear-" "NO!!!!" cried Padfoot. "MY FINGERS ARE TOO SHORT TO REACH A AND B TOGETHER!!!!" "No no, PaddyJ. We need the Dictionary Hobbit. Not the Video Game Help Hobbit." The Video Game Help Hobbit hung its head then ran off. Moment's later Dictionary Hobbit entered. "Sorry about that." She replied. "I think Video Game Help Hobbit is a bit high on Hippy Hobbit's incense." "Quite alright." Said Moony. "Will you tell us what the word 'Nullify' means?"
Dictionary Hobbit folded her hands upon her stomach. "NULLIFY" she said "\'ne-le-,fi\ trans-" "JUST TELL US WHAT THE BLOODY WORD MEANS!" said Prongs. "To make of no value or consequence." Dictionary Hobbit vanished.
"So, your donkey is worth no value?" Moony asked. "Yep." Replied Kevin. "WEHEHEHEHEHHEHEH! OOOO! I wet 'em!" mused Padfoot. "Shut up and go change your pants!" scolded Prongs. Padfoot whimpered and pulled a pair of extra pants out of Moony's nose, then proceeded to change his pants.
"Now, so you saw a cat being carried off by an.er. vegitititable? "Yep." "Can you describe these vegitititables to us?" "Nope." "Why not?" "cuz" "I want a little more than that", said Moony. "Because" "Because why" "'Cuz I didn't see no vegitititables." "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DID!" "I lied." This was too much for Moony. Already today, he had been covered with constipated pigeons, almost devoured by killer socks and pants with murderous tendencies, farted his brains out, and lost his dear, dear Mr. Tibbles. "I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!" he stood up. "But. you ARE standing!" Kevin had to blurt out (No really. The three authors were holding killer socks to his head. BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE OR THEY'LL GET YOU TOO! Um. ahem.) Kevin suddenly felt no threat, "What do you mean killer socks", Kevin had to ask. (A/N2: OHHH, now you are in for it!!) Kevin then felt something on the back of his head as a killer sock crawled onto his face., Padfoot then screamed.. "What! Why do I have to be the one screams!! I am not a girly boy like Remus!!!!" "Do you want to say that to my face?!!!", answered Remus. "Okay Okay boys, stop that stop that!!!", Prongs butted in. Padfoot then had a sudden urge to lock something in a closet. He quickly grabbed Kevin by the chest plate that was part of his armor, and pulled him into a closet, and Prongs ran and locked the door and accidentally, locked Padfoot in, and then remembered and opened it and Padfoot ran out. Padfoot's teeth then started to shorten as they went back to their normal size. "Thank you", Padfoot called to the sky. (A/N1: Why, you are quite welcome!) (A/N2 Anytime!) (A/N3: Shut up you guys and lets get back to the story!) (A/N1: Yeah, alright.)
Prongs looked to the others. "What should we do now, eh lads?" "Lets learn how to dance!" "But we cant learn how to dance out here!" cried Moony. "Why not? I think this is a great place to learn how to dance!" said Padfoot. "Yeah, but if we dance out here, Moony will get dirt in his hair!" Prongs snickered, and Padfoot laughed as well. "No! We have to find my Tibbles!"
Padfoot and Prongs looked at him in horror, loud thumps and screams of pain coming from the closet behind them. It was a while before anyone said anything.
"H-h-how did you lose them?" "WHAT?!" "How did you lose your tibbles?" "You should remember! You WERE with me!" Prongs and Padfoot looked, bewildered at each other, and then back to Moony. "Did they come off when you farted?" "NO!" "Did you drop them out the window?" "YES!" Prongs and Padfoot looked at each other again completely stupefied. " But then again, I don't know what you mean by 'them'. I only had one Tibbles...." Both Prongs and Padfoot rushed forward and hugged Moony as tight as they could. "WE'RE SO SORRY, MOONY!" Moony (suddenly understanding) then got a disgusted, yet pensive look on his face, "YOU SICKOS!!!!"
The journey to find Moony's tibbles. err. Mr. Tibbles, would be a long one. Indeed.
To be Continued in EPISODE III!