[a/n: wow! i never thought someone would review my LOTR/HP fic never mind like it! woohoo! i feel so special..."i'd like to thank JKR for her characters and JRRT for his phenonomously genius book series insert="tear"ok ive realized that this is gonna be hard to write and keep track of characters so...yea...each chapter wont have all the characters in them
this chap. its gonna have the little british kids running a-mok
muahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!]
"What floor are we on now?" asked Ron, huffing behind the crowd.
Fred, that punk George, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Neville had decided to try to reach the top of the building. Stupid gits. There is no end! Ha!
"I don't know, I lost track on 30." answered Harry.
They reached the top of the stairs and gasped in amazement. The twins looked like they could cry.
"I see you have found 'THE ROOM'."
"What's the room?" they asked.
"No, no. Not the room; 'THE ROOM' Say it with me."
"No"
"Useless prats. Let's see if you get out of here alive! Muahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"K. Talk to you later then, Big Booming Voice."
"Sigh."
In "THE ROOM" was anything they could imagine that could cause destruction, except weapons. Nope, don't want anyone dying here. There were fireworks and stink bombs; blenders and talking toasters; shopping carts and skateboards. Everything a "little boy" could want was there.
"Brilliant! Now we can make our trick stuff again...to, er...trick people with the...er...trick...stuff..." said George. He's not too sharp either, that crazy punk.
Boys with anything they can think of plus left to their own devices equals bad. But very entertaining. Pretty soon, Seamus had attached some rockets to a shopping cart.
"All right, who's first?" he asked.
"What is it?" asked Harry.
"Er, a shopping cart."
Just then, a skate park thing appeared.
"I think I like it here," Said Seamus, "Well, if no one wants to do it, then I will."
He stepped into the shopping cart, and bravely put on a helmet and goggles, along with the other gear that extremists wear.
"Ron," he began dramatically, holding out a lighter, "Light me."
Ron shrugged and lit the fuses. Seamus began counting down.
"10....9...8..."
"Er, I don't think this is very safe, maybe we should take cover." said Neville.
"Yea, you're right."
"5.....4..."
They lunged behind a handy rock. How handy!
"3..." With out warning the shopping cart shot off. Seamus began yelling. Now picture this in your heads because I can't make it seem funny with words. So there's this Irish kid, all decked out in pads and helmets and goggles and all that good stuff. He's in a shopping cart with like 10 rockets randomly attached to it. I mean come on! That's hilarious! So then his friend lights the fuse (he spliced them all together into one fuse) and they begin counting down. Then his friends dive behind a rock, where did the rock come from? It just shows up...OK so anyway and the Irish kid begins counting down to his blast off when the shopping cart takes off at like 100 miles per hour when he's on three. This kid's obviously startled and probably needs a new pair of under drawers. So he's screaming his head off and racing around this skate park doing flips and jumps and all that.
Harry, Ron, and Neville and sitting behind this rock, rolling around and peeing in their pants from laughing so hard.
(Remember how Seamus has/had that problem w/ things constantly blowing up? hehe...yea)
So in mid-air, the shopping carts blows. It's amazing. The thing shatters into a million pieces, and being in Box, where "nothing's impossible, just impatible" (Alice in wonderland), it turns into marshmallows.
"Oh! Marshmallows!" Ron said as he ate some marshmallows. "They taste like metal."
"Of course they do! What did you expect them to taste like?!? MARSHMALLOWS?!? Stupid git! No, I'm sorry I didn't mean that. Here."
A top of the line flying broomstick dropped in Ron's hands, along with Chudley Cannons junk.
"Coo." said he.
As for Seamus. Well he's dead now. Yep, died from impact when he fell from his shopping cart. Just kidding! Seamus is now with Gimli. I don't know why, he just is.
"Blimey," said Neville, "What happened to Seamus?"
"He's with Gimli."
"How'd you know that Harry?"
Harry shrugged.
Just the Ron vanished while flying on his broom.
"Blimey! What happened to Ron?"
"He's on a secret floor only accessible if the Big Booming Voice calls you to it. There's no other way to get there or get out of there."
"How'd you know that Harry?"
He shrugged.
"Where are the twins?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? It's not like I bloody keep track!"
"Sorry Harry."
Well, the twins had run off to blow things up and such. They stay here most of the time because it's their "oasis" or something. Don't ask. It's just paradise for them. hey, if you found your paradise you wouldn't want to leave either!
"Well I'm off."
"Where are you going? You're not gonna just leave me here are you Harry?"
"Yea"
"Why?"
"Plot development. You're supposed to find the twins before they go insane and figure a way to kill everybody."
"They're insane?"
"Not yet. But you know what they say, 'Too much a a good thing is a great thing, and too much of a great thing is, uh, really really bad.....and dumb.'" (Taken from Strong Bad-you are my God)
"What?"
"Ta!" and Harry vanished...to the library with Hermione.
"*sigh* well I suppose I'd better develop this plot." said Neville as he sat down and began painting the walls.
[a/n: well that's enough of that! don't expect it to make sense, if you get it, great! if you don't then youre a poop faced liar. j.k no offense to anyone. this is just a time killer for me.
-EP//JKR]
