Author's Note: This is it!

Fred: The big one.

George: The one you've all been waiting for.

Lee: The one where we keep this author's note going forever so that you can't ever find out what happens!

Me: Just kidding...maybe. *devilish grin*

P.S. Since this is the last chapter, I decided to leave the original author's note (above) in addition to this one. I hope I've managed to improve the story in some aspects!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fred, George, and Lee. They all belong to J.K. Rowling in real life, and to Mrs. Weasley in the story, (well, not Lee, but you know what I mean) though if she wants to sell them once she finds them...

Chapter 6: Out With a Bang

Several people stared at the three boys as they made their way down the street, no doubt because of the food that covered their clothes.

"What?" demanded Fred as a passing woman shook her head at the state of his clothes. "Haven't you heard? Applesauce is all the rage nowadays!"

"Yeah, it's the latest thing in fashion, second only to pudding," put in Lee, grinning broadly at the indignant look on the woman's face as she strode off.

"Guess some people just don't appreciate originality," he said, shrugging lightly.

"Or rudeness, for that matter," said a cold voice from behind them.

All three of them gave a collective groan as they recognized the voice and turned to see Dr. Lingsworth and his mob approaching, looks of triumph on their faces.

"Determined little gnome, aren't you?" said Fred, shaking his head and causing Lingsworth to redden with fury.

"AFTER THEM!" yelled Lingsworth as Fred, George, and Lee took off up the street, the crowd in hot pursuit.

"You'd think he'd get tired of this eventually!" said Fred in a bored tone. "I know I have."

"Forget tired, I thought that crowd would've trampled him by now, small as he is," added Lee.

Most unfortunately, Lingsworth heard him, and he urged the crowd on faster.

"In here!" hissed Lee, leading Fred and George into a museum.

The mob followed, calling out that the boys were now trapped.

"What now?" asked George as they sprinted across the tiled floor.

"Up here, quick!" said Lee, leading them around a corner and up a flight of stairs.

They reached the top and lay flat on their stomachs, the railing along the top of the stairs providing something of a hiding place. Below, Lingsworth and his mob halted abruptly.

"Where are they?" he grumbled, looking around furiously.

"Lee, got any more Dungbombs?" whispered Fred.

Next to him, Lee nodded, reached into his pocket, and handed Fred three Dungbombs. "Here," he muttered. "What are you going to do?"

"Exterminate our little gnome," whispered Fred grimly, before standing and chucking the Dungbomb as hard as he could in the direction of Lingsworth and his mob.

The Dungbombs hit the floor right in front of Lingsworth and immediately, a greenish haze like that which had engulfed the palace guard earlier that day filled the air along with a lurid smell. Lee and George stood as well, smirking as Lingsworth's mob covered their mouths and noses with their hands and made a mad dash for the exit. Lingsworth, on the other hand, lingered, coughing and sputtering as he glowered up at the three boys.

"You three won't get away with this!" he yelled, shaking his finger furiously in their direction.

"Odd, it looks as though we just did," called Lee lightly. Lingsworth glared at him.

"Someday, I'll--"

"--get a ladder so that you can talk to our faces and not to our legs?" suggested Fred.

"No!" shouted Lingsworth, fuming. "We'll meet again! Then you'll all pay!"

"Well, let's hope you've grown some by then," said Fred as Lingsworth gave them one more furious look and stormed away.

"Well, that's got him off our backs," said Lee, looking after Lingsworth as though he was a slug.

"Yeah," agreed George, before he looked around at the various paintings and sculptures in the surrounding area. "Should we have a quick look around before we leave?"

"It would be a crime not to," said Fred, the trademark glint of mischief growing in his eyes as he looked around as well.

They all set off down a long rug that led through a large room, commenting on several paintings as they went.

"That's a person?" said Fred as he looked at a picture. "I thought it was a horse!"

"Try squinting your eyes," suggested Lee.

Fred complied.

"Nah, now it looks like Snape in a dress," he said, screwing up his face in disgust.

"Ugh! Don't they know that there's children in here?" said George, a revolted look on his face as he too examined the picture.

"Look over there!" said Lee, pointing to a painting that looked like nothing more than a child's scribbling. They headed over to it.

"Hm...well, if that's art, then I must be an artist, because I've been scribbling like that since I was four," said Fred.

"It's a famous piece of art, judging by what this plaque says," said George, indicating a small golden plaque on the wall next to the painting.

"Looks more like a famous piece of string, if you ask me," said Lee.

They continued walking. After a few minutes, they came to a water fountain with several Muggle coins scattered across the bottom. Fred halted in front of it and grinned as he pulled out a large sack of Filibuster's Fabulous No-Heat, Wet-Start Fireworks.

"Let's show these Muggles what real art looks like," he said amidst snickers from George and Lee.

With a devilish grin, he ripped open the bag and tossed all of the fireworks into the fountain. Instantly, a deafening exploding sound filled the air, along with several sparks of every color imaginable that began to spin wildly all over the room, causing several Muggles to scream and run away in fright. The smoke from the fireworks caused the water devices in the ceiling to activate, and it wasn't long before everyone and everything in the room was completely drenched. Fred, George, and Lee whooped and hollered amidst the chaos, running and sliding on the wet floor as several Muggles slipped and fell to the floor or into each other.

"This is great!" yelled Fred as a rather large firework chased after a group of small children.

"Definitely one for the record books," added Lee, executing a spectacular stomach slide on the wet floor.

"Yeah, it's --" began George, but a voice from behind him interrupted.

"--the last time I leave the three of you alone!" said the voice, sounding quite angry.

Fred, George, and Lee whirled around and saw Mrs. Weasley, soaked and furious-looking, standing in front of them. Lee got up hastily from his position on the floor and brushed his sopping hair out of his face while Fred and George made identical sounds of unease.

"Hi, Mum, what brings you here?" said Fred, doing his best to appear light-hearted about the whole thing in hopes that Mrs. Weasley would as well. His plan failed miserably.

"WHAT BRINGS ME HERE?" bellowed Mrs. Weasley, causing Fred to shrink back to George and Lee. "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT BRINGS ME HERE, FREDRICK JOSEPH WEASLEY!"

"Uh-oh," muttered Lee to Fred. "I reckon she's really mad if she's using middle names, mate."

Mrs. Weasley glowered at them.

"WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?" she yelled. "RUNNING AROUND IN MUGGLE LONDON! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN MUGGED! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU--"

"Mum, I hate to interrupt," interjected George quickly, though secretly he was glad for any break in his mother's fury, "But we're going to be drowned if we stand here much longer!"

It was true; already they were dripping wet from the water devices, which showed no sign of relenting their continuous pour of water.

Mrs. Weasley glowered at him, but seemed to see the sense in George's words, for she snapped, "Come on, then! I'm taking you all home this instant, and woe betide you when I tell your father about this."

"I don't know about that," muttered Fred to George and Lee as they followed Mrs. Weasley out of the building and back to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Don't know about what?" muttered Lee back. .

"About Dad being angry with us," said Fred, a trace of a smirk showing on his face despite the scolding Mrs. Weasley was sure to continue once they reached the Burrow. "You know how he is about Muggles; he'll probably wish he could've come with us!"

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Well, there you go, I'm done! I had so much fun writing this story! In fact, I'm considering a sequel, but only if anyone wants me to do one.

Fred: Which they won't.

*shoves him away* Also, I have to go back to school next week, *grumbles and wonders if Fred, George, and Lee could fill my school with Filibuster Fireworks and Dungbombs so that I won't be able to go back* so if I do a sequel, I won't be able to update as often. I'm also working on a romance between Draco and Ginny, but that won't be done for quite a while either. *sulks*

That aside, thank you to everyone who reviewed this story, whether once or every single time! You made this story all the more enjoyable for me to write.

Response to reviewers:

lightyearsaway: I'm glad you liked it and wanted me to continue. Hope you liked the ending!

carlos-s. lover: What? You don't want a Canary Cream? *smiles innocently* Why not? They're yummy! *pops Canary Cream into mouth/ turns into a canary/ poops on Lingsworth's head/ turns back to normal* You're right about Fred, George, and Lee having to watch out! If it hadn't been for George cutting her off when he did, they'd probably still be getting yelled at! And as to Mars, I've forbidden them to blow it up, but then again, they don't even listen to their own mother, so I don't know how much good that did...

S.D. Chesko: *chuckles* So, they're living out all your hopes and dreams, huh? What? The old people are running? If I lived in a retirement home and knew you were coming, I'd get on a jet plane! !-) Don't worry about this being the last chapter, because I'm considering a sequel, but since you go to the same school I do, you know just how much we're going to have to do once school starts, so I won't be able to update as often. AAAAHHHH!!!! Too...many..."or the next day" 's!

koolcat: Don't worry; they won't give you a Canary Cream! I had to handle all of those myself since everyone reviewed, and I'm beginning to grow rather fond of them...*throws Canary Cream at Lingsworth and whistles innocently as it smacks him on the head* Anyway, sorry I wasn't able to use your idea in this story, but I'll try and work it into the sequel, as I would really like to see them in a movie theater as well! :-)

TiGgEr5: I wish I were in that food fight too! That was probably my favorite chapter to write. Oh dear, I seem to have annoyed you with the "Only one more chapter" thing. *chuckles* Well, I'm thinking about doing a sequel, and I've already got a few ideas on where to send them, so don't worry.

Estenark: I'm glad you liked Lee commentating! I actually laughed a bit while I wrote that part because it just seemed like something he would do. I'm also glad that you liked the chapter about the guard. If I had been that guy, I would have forgotten about my training and snapped too. Then again, I don't think they can really train anyone enough to where they could stand up to Fred, George, and Lee for long! :-)

Psychozzy: Yeah, I could just see them starting a food fight too! I just had to put Lee as commentator, and I think he enjoyed himself quite a bit. *winks at Lee, who responds with a thumbs-up*

MarauderLuver4-ever: Too bad you didn't warn the three of them sooner, because now, they've got to face the only thing scarier than Lingsworth in a thong: Mrs. Weasley while she's angry! :-) Do you really love spinach, or are you just telling them the name of a food you don't like so they'll stick it there and you won't have to worry?

George: Because we'll just stick them in everything you eat if that's the case!

Me: No you won't! She reviewed, so she's safe!

George: *curses in disappointment*

Goodbye, adios, buh-bye, see ya, later, catch you on the flip side, namarie, fare thee well, bye then, and all other words that mean "goodbye"!

Also, Fanfiction.net is still being weird with my pen name, and I'm starting to think that it's a permanent problem, so if you use Fido, look up "K.D.Toling" instead of "K.D. Toling." (You have to squish it together!) Or you can always look me up in the Directory.

Oh, and don't forget to send me one more review telling me what you thought of the last chapter and whether or not you want a sequel! :-)

-K.D. Toling

P.S. The note you just read was the original closing note, but, as was the case with the opening author's note in this chapter, I decided to leave it since this is the last chapter. The sequel to this story's already up, and I'll probably end up revising it as well one of these days. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if this is your first time reading it, drop me a review. I'd love to hear from you even though the story's over.

Until whenever,

-K.D. Toling