Okay luvly readers! I'm gonna write this chappy remembering all the advice I was given by my darling reviewers (thank you so much!). Don't worry if I didn't add your idea into this one, it'll appear in the next one! Looks like Hershell doesn't have to do any biting....this time...

Turtlerabbit: Thank you for your loyalty! There's more comin so stay tuned!

Summer Princess: Supercool idea! I'll add it in next chapteR i PROMISE!

Chaotic Demon: Ha-ha-ha. Glad I amused you. Thanks!

squirrel-bladder4: What, you have a problem with my topic? Haha just kidding. Thanks for your time! You would like my other stories too! Have you read them?

byttmeo7: Thanks for your idea! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR IDEAS! COOKIES ALL AROUND!



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Disclaimer: Yadda, yadda, yadda. I don't own the HP characters.

A/N: If you want me to discontinue, say the word! I'm probably too stupid to tell if my story is trash or not! PLEASE! REVIEW! *Puppy eyes* you wouldn't want to make Hershell mad, would you?

Ok, here goes!

*guest-starring Neville*

Chap. 4: STARVING! TO DEATH!

Gerbil 2: *gasp* to death?! Isn't that a bit harsh?

Shirley: To tell you the truth, I'm feeling a bit hungry. I think I'll go to the food dish...EMPTY?!?!?!

Hershell: *sigh* The moron forgot to feed us!

Webster: Why me?

Pistachio: Why ME?!? I wasn't even supposed to be here anyway!

Shirley: Ya, well, you're stuck here now.

Narrator: The door of the commonroom opens and !Neville! walks in.

Neville: Somehow I think I'm forgetting something....

Shirley: Ah, here's the little idiot now. HEY, LITTLE IDIOT! OVER HERE! FORGETTING SOMETHING, ARE WE?!?!

Neville: AHH! There's a guinea pig in the gerbil cage! How did you get there?!

Pistachio: Call me crazy, but I don't know. But I do know one song by Michael Jackson. BILLY JEAN IS...NOT MY LOVER....

Neville: AHH! He's squeaking at me! What do I do?

Pistachio: That's right, laugh it up. How would you like it to be stuck with raving lunatics, eh, Nevilly-boy?! Squeak, squeak, squeak...

Webster: How did you know his name was Neville?

Hershell: AHH! Psychic!

Webster: More like psycho, but same deal..

Neville: They're all going into hysterics! I better do something...

Shirley: FEED ME!

Gerbil 2: Feed me, Seymore, I'm starving!

Hershell: AHHH! EVIL DENTIST!

Webster: Stop, stop! You're giving me nightmares! *raving* laughing gas....man who likes pain....crazy lady...

Pistachio: Hey! He's not feeding us! Must-get-food...

Neville: The gerbils are scaring me! I'm getting out of here!

Pistachio: It's GUINEA PIG, wiseguy! COME BACK HERE! Heh heh, there he goes, running away like a little pathetic cereal box! *Whats a cereal box?* Ah, well. NOT SO TOUGH, ARE YOU? Heh heh heh, scared stiff of me, that's what he is.

Shirley: Good going, twinkletoes. You scared away our food providor. Now we'll all end up dead, like number five here.

Gerbil 5: I've had enough of your "jokes." From now on, I want a little respect. (Cue disco lights) R-E-S-P-E-C-T...

Shirley *kicks Gerbil 5, who wheezes and falls slowly to the ground with a big thud, sawdust flies everywhere*: I do wish that (cough) gerbil would stop interfering with our dialect.

Pistachio: It's dialogue.

Hershell: Woah. Psychic and smart.

Webster: That's, like, supernatural.

Hershell: Totally.

Gerbil 2: HELP! THE AUTHOR'S IGNORING ME!

Author: There, there, I'm not ignoring you, little fella.

Gerbil 2: Well then how come I'm not saying anything in this chapter?

Author: Because I'm saving your voice for next chapter.

Gerbil 2: Next chapter?!

Author: That's right! You're gonna be a star!

Shirley: Dying..of...hungration...

Pistachio: Its-

Shirley: DON'T CORRECT ME!

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Ya, I know, it was short and stupid, but I'm running out of ideas! Help me out here, peeps!

Review! Review! Review!