Stand Up Comedy With Fred & George Weasly
Authors Note: I don't own anything but the plot so don't sue me.
It was Friday morning as Fred and George Weasly walked into the Great Hall for breakfast.
"You know what Fred?" said George glumly.
"What?" questioned Fred.
"You would think Fridays would be special since it's the last school day of the week." replied George.
"Yeah, you would, wouldn't you." said Fred. Suddenly, George's face cracked into his famed evil grin.
"You know what? We could make Fridays more fun."
"How?" asked Fred
"Stand Up Comedy!" George said in a happy voice.
"You might be right!" exclaimed Fred.
"Let's ask Dumbledore after breakfast." said George.
After getting permission from Dumbledore to do their Stand Ups after dinner every Friday, the twins began brainstorming for the next night.
"Uh, why did the bear cross the road?" said George
"I dono. Why?" replied Fred.
"'Cause that's where his honey was!" exclaimed George.
"That was stupid!" shouted Fred. "Hey, wait a moment. The authors spying on us!"
"Get out of here, stupid!" yelled George.
"Fine, then." said the author.
It was Friday after dinner and a large stage had been magiced into the Great Hall. The whole school was there because Dumbledore had made it a rule that everyone had to come to the first show.
"Well, I guess we should get started." said Fred.
"Yep." replied George.
"Ok, lets go." said Fred. As they walked onto the stage, they pointed their wands at their throats and muttered "sonorus" so their voices would be magically magnified.
"Ladies and germs, welcome to..." said George.
"...The first and greatest comedy ever performed at Hogwarts..." shouted Fred.
"Gred and Feorge's Stand Up Comedy Night!" they screamed in unison. The crowd went wild.
"Hey Gred." said George.
"What?" answered Fred.
"What's red and sits in a high chair?" questioned George.
"I don't know. What?" said Fred.
"A zombie baby eating a twitching, human foot."said George.
"EWWWWWW! YUCK!" screamed the crowd as they all trampled out the Great Hall like a stampede of frightened hippogriffs.
"I sorry boys, but your performance was sick and wrong, so I suggest you both go jump in a lake. That is all." said Dumbledore just before spewing half digested T-Bone stake down his front.
THE END
Authors Note: I don't own anything but the plot so don't sue me.
It was Friday morning as Fred and George Weasly walked into the Great Hall for breakfast.
"You know what Fred?" said George glumly.
"What?" questioned Fred.
"You would think Fridays would be special since it's the last school day of the week." replied George.
"Yeah, you would, wouldn't you." said Fred. Suddenly, George's face cracked into his famed evil grin.
"You know what? We could make Fridays more fun."
"How?" asked Fred
"Stand Up Comedy!" George said in a happy voice.
"You might be right!" exclaimed Fred.
"Let's ask Dumbledore after breakfast." said George.
After getting permission from Dumbledore to do their Stand Ups after dinner every Friday, the twins began brainstorming for the next night.
"Uh, why did the bear cross the road?" said George
"I dono. Why?" replied Fred.
"'Cause that's where his honey was!" exclaimed George.
"That was stupid!" shouted Fred. "Hey, wait a moment. The authors spying on us!"
"Get out of here, stupid!" yelled George.
"Fine, then." said the author.
It was Friday after dinner and a large stage had been magiced into the Great Hall. The whole school was there because Dumbledore had made it a rule that everyone had to come to the first show.
"Well, I guess we should get started." said Fred.
"Yep." replied George.
"Ok, lets go." said Fred. As they walked onto the stage, they pointed their wands at their throats and muttered "sonorus" so their voices would be magically magnified.
"Ladies and germs, welcome to..." said George.
"...The first and greatest comedy ever performed at Hogwarts..." shouted Fred.
"Gred and Feorge's Stand Up Comedy Night!" they screamed in unison. The crowd went wild.
"Hey Gred." said George.
"What?" answered Fred.
"What's red and sits in a high chair?" questioned George.
"I don't know. What?" said Fred.
"A zombie baby eating a twitching, human foot."said George.
"EWWWWWW! YUCK!" screamed the crowd as they all trampled out the Great Hall like a stampede of frightened hippogriffs.
"I sorry boys, but your performance was sick and wrong, so I suggest you both go jump in a lake. That is all." said Dumbledore just before spewing half digested T-Bone stake down his front.
THE END