Chapter 8
Ron, the saw master
When Ron stepped onstage, he still thought he was Fess Parker, then when the bright lights and applause his him he went insane! He started sawing everything: curtains, some nearby stage furniture, even the stage itself. People just started laughing and applauding, then somebody threw a pineapple on stage. He put it on a stool and carved it in the shape of Tony Blair's head.
There was uproarious applause--from the tourists, of course.
When Ron was done, the judges introduced the audience to their unique rating systems. Dobby threw a pile of laundry on the stand in front of him. "I give him four socks and a footie!"
Uproarious applause.
Winky said, "That's definitely an apple martini!"
More tiresome applause.
Hagrid held up a paper that said "FIF."
"What on earth is that?" asked Dumbledore.
"Ah, that's, ah, the Roman numeral five, y'see."
Confused silence.
"On a five-point scale," he reassured everyone.
Snape stomped his foot only four times, then gave Ron a dirty look.
"I know Fess Parker," he started angrily. "I've worked with Fess Parker, and I'm friends with Fess Parker. You are no Fess Parker."
More uproarious applause.
Ende
Ron, the saw master
When Ron stepped onstage, he still thought he was Fess Parker, then when the bright lights and applause his him he went insane! He started sawing everything: curtains, some nearby stage furniture, even the stage itself. People just started laughing and applauding, then somebody threw a pineapple on stage. He put it on a stool and carved it in the shape of Tony Blair's head.
There was uproarious applause--from the tourists, of course.
When Ron was done, the judges introduced the audience to their unique rating systems. Dobby threw a pile of laundry on the stand in front of him. "I give him four socks and a footie!"
Uproarious applause.
Winky said, "That's definitely an apple martini!"
More tiresome applause.
Hagrid held up a paper that said "FIF."
"What on earth is that?" asked Dumbledore.
"Ah, that's, ah, the Roman numeral five, y'see."
Confused silence.
"On a five-point scale," he reassured everyone.
Snape stomped his foot only four times, then gave Ron a dirty look.
"I know Fess Parker," he started angrily. "I've worked with Fess Parker, and I'm friends with Fess Parker. You are no Fess Parker."
More uproarious applause.
Ende
