DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except.well, okay, I don't own anything- don't look at me like that!

Yup, it's the long expected sequel to 'Go, go, goal', which I suggest you read first if you haven't. I know, it's a bother, but c'mon, this won't make much sense otherwise!

Alright then, let's get on with it, shall we?

Gandalf the White, formerly the Grey, stared across the ten-foot long table. At the other end, Albus Dumbledore stared gravely back at him, stroking a large animatronic phoenix.

In between the two great wizard people, there sat a number of other beings. On the left side of the table sat the people Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry revolved around- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Professors Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall, and Rubeus Hagrid the Gamekeeper. There for good measure were Fred, George and Percy Weasley and Cedric Diggory.

On the right of the table sat Gandalf's posse; Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Legolas Prince of Mirkwood, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, Gimli, son of Gloin, and Elrond Halfelven. For balancing the number of women on both sides were Arwen, daughter of Elrond and Eowyn of Rohan. And, of course, Boromir, son of Denethor.

"Hey!" Boromir said suddenly, glaring at the ceiling, "Why are the dead guys last?"

"Because they're dead, Boromir!" said Aragorn exasperatedly.

Boromir crossed his arms and pouted, but that was all he could do, because the author was almighty.

"Do you know why we are here, Mister Dumbledore?" asked Elrond, sleek shades glinting in the sun.

"Oh, I know, I know!" squealed Hermione, arm waving in the air frantically. Probably deciding it was possible only for her to know, she stood up and began to ramble.

"You shall not stand up!" screeched Gandalf. Hermione fell over under the impact of his yelling.

"We are here," said Dumbledore gravely, "To discuss the annual Olympics, this time to be held in Hogwarts-"

"Hogwarts?" asked Aragorn. "You mean Gondor, right?"

"No," Dumbledore continued gravely. "Hogwarts."

"Hey!" said Legolas. "If Aragorn says it'll be in Gondor, it'll be in Gondor!"

"I agree with blondie!" said Eowyn firmly.

"Right," said Legolas. "Wait! Who do you think you're calling blondie, you platinum haired freak?"

Eowyn got up angrily, but Malfoy, who seemed to have been scanning the room for some silly high place to sit, looked at Legolas and said "Sorry, did you ask me something?

Before Legolas could answer, Gandalf bellowed again, to Eowyn this time, "You shall not stand up!"

Then, calmly as ever, he said, "It will be held in Gondor. Period"

"Speaking of periods." said Snape, looking at Harry. "You are missing mine by attending this meeting, Mr. Potter. That loses you five hundred points from Gryffindor."

But Harry was far too dumb to figure this out, so he kept mum.

"The Olympics will be held in Hogwarts, because Dumbledore says so!" boomed Hagrid.

"Maybe we can get to that later," said Pippin. "I'm getting hungry. Get to the point."

"This is the point, Pip," said Merry.

"Oh good, then." Said Pippin happily. "If we've got to the point, then I can go!"

He stood up, but Gandalf screamed, "You shall not stand up!" again, and as he sat down he added, "Fool of a Took."

Pippin stuck his tongue out at Gandalf, but the Wizard saw him and started yelling, "You shall not-"

"You have very limited lines, haven't you?" asked Cedric Diggory.

"Not as few as me!" exclaimed Boromir.

Frodo rolled his enormous blue eyes.

"Don't you roll your dumb blue eyes at me, you Hobbit! You haven't spoken yet at all!" exclaimed Boromir.

Frodo glanced at Sam. The loyal gardener Hobbit said, "Mr. Frodo's fighting a terrible eternal battle against the powers of the dark and evil One Ring, so he has no time to talk."

"And besides," he continued, "I made him some fudge for him and it's not polite to talk with your mouth full."

Pippin looked at Frodo greedily. Frodo ignored him.

"Well, since where the Olympics will be held is NOT why we're here," said Prof. McGonagall. "Let's get to the point."

"Fine," said Gandalf. "The Olympics will be held in a few weeks' time, so that you can all be physically fit. The Olympics will consist of random Olympic sports, and football."

"Football?" asked Harry.

"Yes, football." Said Gandalf.

"Will it be as bad as last time?" asked Ron with a groan.

"Last time wasn't bad." Said Arwen. "Not much, anyway."

"What did you do to Glorfindel?" asked Legolas quietly.

"NOTHING!" screeched Arwen.

"It was bad." Said Percy. "I wasn't given any prefecting rights. Hopefully the regulations of the Olympics clearly state the privileges to be-"

"Shut up Percy," said Fred Weasley. "The most they'll do for you is let you polish your badge in the middle of a game."

Percy stood up to retort. Bad idea, of course.

"You shall not stand up!" shouted Gandalf.

"Yes I SHALL!" yelled Percy. "I'm a prefect and I can stand up whenever I want to!"

"You shall not stand up!" screamed Gandalf again.

"I will if I want to!!!" yelled Percy.

"Please," said Dumbledore quietly, getting up himself. "Stop yelling."

"Shut up!" yelled Gandalf. "I won't listen to you! Your beard is moulting! You shall not stand up!"

Dumbledore looked highly offended. Hagrid stood up angrily. "At least his beard's better than yers! Who're yer pretending ter be, Father Christmas?"

Gandalf had enough. He stood up calmly and climbed onto the table. "I am the Servant of the-"

"You're a SERVANT?" asked Malfoy, in disbelief.

"Like a House Elf?" asked Harry. "Don't worry, I'll free you!" He stood up and began pulling off his sock.

"Eeeww!" squealed Arwen, "that is, like, so gross!"

Gandalf ignored them and continued. "-of the secret fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor! I SAY YOU SHALL NOT STAND!!!" and with that, he raised his staff and broke the table into two clean halves. Since he was standing on the table, he went crashing with it, unconscious.

"Gandalf!" exclaimed Frodo, "you smote the table!"

"Oh whoop-de-do," muttered Boromir.

"Silence, Boromir!" said Professor McGonagall.

"No," said Boromir, sounding suspiciously like Isildur.

"You can't sound like Isildur!" cried Legolas, leaping up, "Only Aragorn can sound like Isildur. He is Isildur's heir, and heir to the throne of Gondor. You owe him your allegiance!!!"

Gandalf muttered vaguely, something sounding like "Fool of a Greenleaf."

Boromir had ignored Legolas and was still pretending to be like Isildur, which Legolas couldn't stand. He pulled out his bow and began berserkly shooting arrows at the man. He deflected most of them with his shield, and was finally knocked out when Aragorn hit him over the head with a chair.

Harry was still grossly taking his sock off, and Arwen was trying to make him stop by throwing pieces of the broken table at him. When she ran out of these, she threw pieces of Narsil.

One of them succeeded in knocking Harry out, and he landed on Ron, who fainted. Hermione, outraged, sprang towards Arwen to poke her eyes out with her wand.

"Go little stick bearing girl!!" cheered Eowyn.

"Excuse me, you're supposed to be on my side!" said Arwen, fending the rabid witch off.

"Are you kidding?" Eowyn asked, "And prevent her from killing you? Nuh uh!"

Inspired by the women, Pippin attacked Frodo- he liked fudge. Merry decided to help by holding Sam back. Fred and George, attracted by the violence, began hitting poor Sam. The three other Hobbits, outraged, began beating the Weasley twins up.

Hagrid realized Dumbledore was in danger of being knocked out as well, so he picked the old man up and began carrying him somewhere else.

"My bird!" screeched the Headmaster, "Don't leave the bird! It'll have a short circuit!!"

Cedric Diggory and Percy Weasley both got up to save the bird, and got into a fist fight over it.

In short, there was chaos.
A chaotic ending. whatever will happen next? Will the story, perhaps, develop a plot??

Wait and see!!!