I was at a meeting with the chief, which is why I didn't have this story out
yesterday.
I have a disclaimer-I own the name Radioactive English Muffins. I do not
own REM. I own the Power of the Olive Garden. I do not own the Olive
Garden. I own Giorgio and Benito, the Italian henchmen. I do not own any
real people named Benito or Giorgio. I own :). I do not own pirate accents.
Now to the story.
Chapter 8-Radioactive English Muffins
Dumbledore had built a giant pink stage, and had put pink tablecloths on all
the tables to match his jester's hat.
"I didn't tell you but,"he began,"I booked a little bit of entertainment for lunch.
May I present...the Radioactive English Muffins!"
A roar of applause met the band who looked very confused at the mass of
pink and black. They started playing, though, immediately.
Everything started out fine, except the food still tasted like shit. Sooner or
later, it had to go wrong, and it did. An explosion was heard again, and again,
it had come from :).
"Ya sound like yer playin' with yer feet, yardi, har, har!"he said to the band.
In response to this, each of the members grabbed an english muffin. Each
of the muffins started to glow and multiply.
"Food fight!"the lead singer yelled, and the english muffins darted in different
directions.
Soon, :)'s cannon was off again, Dumbledore was dancing and singing in
another personality lapse, green bean poo stew was flying everywhere, all
to the tune of 'The End of the World as we Know it'.
Harry had been busy dishing out poo stew by the bowl the whole time, and
the fighting was getting intense. Fred and George flipped over a table and
fought from behind it. Harry started crawling over to get more Elf burgers;
he was running low. A stone cold monkey carrot hit him in the eye and he
blacked out.
When Harry finally came to, Dumbledore had dyed his hair red, white, and
blue, and :) was in a corner with several barrels of rum. Food and passed
out students were strewn everywhere and the Jew in Gryffindor was being
hauled up to the hospital wing.
Harry got up and walked over to a small group trying to wake people up. When
evryone was at least partially awake, McGonagall came in with her magic
megaphone.
"Due to this mess made in the Great Hall, you have the rest of the day off. Go
to your common rooms immediately."
Harry kicked one last head of crap cabbage at the REM stage before leaving.
Maybe this crazy day was over. And maybe not...
My oven exploded, and my cookies flew away, so in the meantime, I'm taking
orders. Tune in next time for the next chapter!
yesterday.
I have a disclaimer-I own the name Radioactive English Muffins. I do not
own REM. I own the Power of the Olive Garden. I do not own the Olive
Garden. I own Giorgio and Benito, the Italian henchmen. I do not own any
real people named Benito or Giorgio. I own :). I do not own pirate accents.
Now to the story.
Chapter 8-Radioactive English Muffins
Dumbledore had built a giant pink stage, and had put pink tablecloths on all
the tables to match his jester's hat.
"I didn't tell you but,"he began,"I booked a little bit of entertainment for lunch.
May I present...the Radioactive English Muffins!"
A roar of applause met the band who looked very confused at the mass of
pink and black. They started playing, though, immediately.
Everything started out fine, except the food still tasted like shit. Sooner or
later, it had to go wrong, and it did. An explosion was heard again, and again,
it had come from :).
"Ya sound like yer playin' with yer feet, yardi, har, har!"he said to the band.
In response to this, each of the members grabbed an english muffin. Each
of the muffins started to glow and multiply.
"Food fight!"the lead singer yelled, and the english muffins darted in different
directions.
Soon, :)'s cannon was off again, Dumbledore was dancing and singing in
another personality lapse, green bean poo stew was flying everywhere, all
to the tune of 'The End of the World as we Know it'.
Harry had been busy dishing out poo stew by the bowl the whole time, and
the fighting was getting intense. Fred and George flipped over a table and
fought from behind it. Harry started crawling over to get more Elf burgers;
he was running low. A stone cold monkey carrot hit him in the eye and he
blacked out.
When Harry finally came to, Dumbledore had dyed his hair red, white, and
blue, and :) was in a corner with several barrels of rum. Food and passed
out students were strewn everywhere and the Jew in Gryffindor was being
hauled up to the hospital wing.
Harry got up and walked over to a small group trying to wake people up. When
evryone was at least partially awake, McGonagall came in with her magic
megaphone.
"Due to this mess made in the Great Hall, you have the rest of the day off. Go
to your common rooms immediately."
Harry kicked one last head of crap cabbage at the REM stage before leaving.
Maybe this crazy day was over. And maybe not...
My oven exploded, and my cookies flew away, so in the meantime, I'm taking
orders. Tune in next time for the next chapter!