Alright, this is chapter 9. Chapter 9.
number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9. . .
A bit too much fun with that. Here we go:
To answer the questions posed in the previous chapter:
A bit
He's a very busy man
Stranger things have happened
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Helena quickly went looking for an atlas.
"Great plan, Helena!" Yelled Kate, sarcastically, "OF COURSE THE LAIR OF STUPID SEAN CONNERY IS GONNA BE IN A FRICKIN ATLAS!"
"You know what Kate? So you're sick and tired of the madness, BIG DEAL! Learn to let it go! Besides, a new plot development is about to make you very happy."
"Oh, I seriously doubt that!" Kate said, storming off into the garden to lie in the flowerbeds.
"Don't lie on the flowerbeds! YOU'LL KILL THEM!" yelled Draco after her. "No! Not Jimmy! He was my favorite!" Draco burst into tears.
"I'm sorry about your flowerbeds," said a voice above him.
"Thanks, Sir Sean Connery," Draco said between sobs.
"Anytime" said Sir Sean Connery.
"OK, back to the plan, people!" announced Harry. "No more of these little distractions, I WON'T STAND FOR IT! You know, sometimes, the distactions, they take over my brain. And they go, here Harry, wouldn't you rather be distracted? And then another one goes, No Harry, be distracted over here! And the other one (he's my favorite) goes OVER HERE HARRY! and I go, inside voices, little disraction, and he goes, sorry. Let me try again. How bout over here, Harry? and sooner or later I'm distracted from by distraction of the distraction of the distraction of... mmm, do I smell pancakes?"
"No, Harry,"said Helena comfortingly. "It's just the smell of the Irish. Damn Irish. I was Irish once, back in the day...and I still would be, if it weren't for those meddling kids and their stupid dog!"
"Um, guys? Seriously hate to break up the lovefest," interjected Emma, "but wasn't that just Sir Sean Connery?"
"I knew I sensed a disturbance in the Force!" yelled Ron triumphantly.
"Then WHY didn't you SAY anything?" said Emma exasperatedly.
"Well, I thought I smelled pancakes."
"How many times do I have to tell you, it's those DAMN IRISH!" shouted Helena.
"But, I thought Sir Sean Connery was Scottish," Harry said.
"You mean," said Helena, "that Sir Sean Connery has been lying to us ALL ALONG?"
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That's the end of chapter 9. Review if you want, it'll be fun
number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9. . .
A bit too much fun with that. Here we go:
To answer the questions posed in the previous chapter:
A bit
He's a very busy man
Stranger things have happened
~*~
Helena quickly went looking for an atlas.
"Great plan, Helena!" Yelled Kate, sarcastically, "OF COURSE THE LAIR OF STUPID SEAN CONNERY IS GONNA BE IN A FRICKIN ATLAS!"
"You know what Kate? So you're sick and tired of the madness, BIG DEAL! Learn to let it go! Besides, a new plot development is about to make you very happy."
"Oh, I seriously doubt that!" Kate said, storming off into the garden to lie in the flowerbeds.
"Don't lie on the flowerbeds! YOU'LL KILL THEM!" yelled Draco after her. "No! Not Jimmy! He was my favorite!" Draco burst into tears.
"I'm sorry about your flowerbeds," said a voice above him.
"Thanks, Sir Sean Connery," Draco said between sobs.
"Anytime" said Sir Sean Connery.
"OK, back to the plan, people!" announced Harry. "No more of these little distractions, I WON'T STAND FOR IT! You know, sometimes, the distactions, they take over my brain. And they go, here Harry, wouldn't you rather be distracted? And then another one goes, No Harry, be distracted over here! And the other one (he's my favorite) goes OVER HERE HARRY! and I go, inside voices, little disraction, and he goes, sorry. Let me try again. How bout over here, Harry? and sooner or later I'm distracted from by distraction of the distraction of the distraction of... mmm, do I smell pancakes?"
"No, Harry,"said Helena comfortingly. "It's just the smell of the Irish. Damn Irish. I was Irish once, back in the day...and I still would be, if it weren't for those meddling kids and their stupid dog!"
"Um, guys? Seriously hate to break up the lovefest," interjected Emma, "but wasn't that just Sir Sean Connery?"
"I knew I sensed a disturbance in the Force!" yelled Ron triumphantly.
"Then WHY didn't you SAY anything?" said Emma exasperatedly.
"Well, I thought I smelled pancakes."
"How many times do I have to tell you, it's those DAMN IRISH!" shouted Helena.
"But, I thought Sir Sean Connery was Scottish," Harry said.
"You mean," said Helena, "that Sir Sean Connery has been lying to us ALL ALONG?"
~*~
That's the end of chapter 9. Review if you want, it'll be fun