AN: We are writing this right after finishing the previous chapter. Because we are bored and still hyper.
Ahh. Vanilla Coke. Life-giver. :)
Anyway, so here it is. Chapter Eight. We still do not own Harry Potter, its characters, JK Rowling, Disney, Mickey, or anything else except Millie. We do own Millie. We wish we owned Remus. Alas. Oh, and we don't own anything in the last chapter either. We wrote it. The End.
Oh, and please review. They make us write faster. Chapter before last we only got a couple of reviews, and that's why these took so long. Anyway. Padfoot Hoshi rocks! Expect a. . . surprise in this chapter. Cackle.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A few minutes later, after the ride was over, Lily, Peter, Remus and Millie all walked out after getting their picture. Peter kept hitting it, trying to make them move, while Millie stared at him. They soon met up with a very wet Sirius and James. "Boy," Sirius remarked, "these Disney folk are sensitive about how to ride their rides."
"Are you okay, sweetie-diddy-cutchie-wootchie-poochie-poo?" Lily asked James concernedly, while the guys snickered and snorted in Sirius' case.
James blushed, but said, "Yes, skootchy-woochy-cupcake-muffy."
The guys all made gagging faces and Remus pretended to throw up.
"Let's go to the Peter Pan ride!" Sirius yelled, running in between James and Lily.
"Okay!" They all followed, until they ran right smack into Mickey Mouse.
"Oh! Sorry Mister Mouse!" Sirius exclaimed, awestruck.
"BLACK!" Mickey growled. "POTTER! LUPIN! EVANS! PETTIGREW!"
"This is creepy," James whispered.
"Back away from the mouse," Lily whispered back.
"DON'T MOVE!!!!!"
"Okay."
"Wait. . ." Sirius said slowly. "I recognize that evil greasy growl."
"Greasy-NO!" James said, shocked.
"It can't be," Remus added.
"SNAPE!" they all yelled, ripping off his head. The Mickey Mouse head, that is.
Children screamed. Grown-ups covered up their children's eyes while they stared.
Sure enough, there was an evil, greasy, growling person under the Mickey Mouse exterior. "You foul creatures," Snape spat.
Minnie ran over, arms outstretched. "Back away woman!" Snape shouted. "I cannot deal with this!" With that, he slammed his head on and stomped away.
Minnie trailed after him, calling "Mickey! Wait!"
"That was. . . disturbing," James remarked.
"Grrrrrr. . ." Sirius growled. One could almost see his hackles rising.
"Hey, I got pictures," Millie said.
She was almost deafened with the demands of copies.
~~~
Later, when they finally got to the Peter Pan ride, Sirius regarding every costumed character was suspicion and anger, they saw The Man In The Teal Suit.
"Oh God! Hide me!" Sirius prayed. He clapped a hand over his nose, smacking himself in the face.
"Sirius, stop with the masochism," Remus said mildly.
"AAAA! Big words! Bad! Bad!" Sirius cried. Literally. Like, tears.
They stood in a line for a couple of hours, making idle conversation with each other and Millie, when suddenly Sirius shouted, "HEY!" Half the heads turned. "Sorry, wasn't talking to you guys," Sirius apologized. He turned back to the group. "Peter!"
"I didn't do it, I swear!" Peter said, with an overly innocent look. It was a reflex.
"Save it for McGonagall. Anyway, I just realized, your name is Peter!"
"Good job, Sirius!" Remus cut him off.
"Shut up, prat. What I MEANT, was that his name is Peter, and so is HIS name!" Sirius said gleefully, pointing to a picture of Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. "And your initials are even the same!"
"Very good, Sirius!" James said in a falsely perky voice.
Suddenly, The Man In The Teal Suit ran over to them. He grabbed James' nose and yelled "Gotcher nose!" He ran off, cackling.
"Sorry about him," Millie said casually. "Cousin Uncle Adam has a penchant for doing that to strangers."
"Is he, uh, okay up in the attic?"
"Huh? Our attic is perfectly clean, thank you," Millie replied, miffed.
"No no," Peter stepped in. "Lily meant, is he crazy?"
"Well, duh. Would *you* call a man who ran around grabbing strangers' noses sane?" Millie shot back.
"Hey, it's our turn for the ride!" Remus pointed out. He climbed in, and Millie shot over to his side. James and Lily got in the next one, and finally Sirius and Peter.
As they flew over "London", Sirius yelled, "Hey, this is just like MAGIC!"
~~
End of Chapter Eight.
Soon: Space Mountain, fireworks, Millie's "secret" love, confessions, and more! Just call the number on the bottom of your screen and. . . oops wrong sales pitch.
Ahh. Vanilla Coke. Life-giver. :)
Anyway, so here it is. Chapter Eight. We still do not own Harry Potter, its characters, JK Rowling, Disney, Mickey, or anything else except Millie. We do own Millie. We wish we owned Remus. Alas. Oh, and we don't own anything in the last chapter either. We wrote it. The End.
Oh, and please review. They make us write faster. Chapter before last we only got a couple of reviews, and that's why these took so long. Anyway. Padfoot Hoshi rocks! Expect a. . . surprise in this chapter. Cackle.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A few minutes later, after the ride was over, Lily, Peter, Remus and Millie all walked out after getting their picture. Peter kept hitting it, trying to make them move, while Millie stared at him. They soon met up with a very wet Sirius and James. "Boy," Sirius remarked, "these Disney folk are sensitive about how to ride their rides."
"Are you okay, sweetie-diddy-cutchie-wootchie-poochie-poo?" Lily asked James concernedly, while the guys snickered and snorted in Sirius' case.
James blushed, but said, "Yes, skootchy-woochy-cupcake-muffy."
The guys all made gagging faces and Remus pretended to throw up.
"Let's go to the Peter Pan ride!" Sirius yelled, running in between James and Lily.
"Okay!" They all followed, until they ran right smack into Mickey Mouse.
"Oh! Sorry Mister Mouse!" Sirius exclaimed, awestruck.
"BLACK!" Mickey growled. "POTTER! LUPIN! EVANS! PETTIGREW!"
"This is creepy," James whispered.
"Back away from the mouse," Lily whispered back.
"DON'T MOVE!!!!!"
"Okay."
"Wait. . ." Sirius said slowly. "I recognize that evil greasy growl."
"Greasy-NO!" James said, shocked.
"It can't be," Remus added.
"SNAPE!" they all yelled, ripping off his head. The Mickey Mouse head, that is.
Children screamed. Grown-ups covered up their children's eyes while they stared.
Sure enough, there was an evil, greasy, growling person under the Mickey Mouse exterior. "You foul creatures," Snape spat.
Minnie ran over, arms outstretched. "Back away woman!" Snape shouted. "I cannot deal with this!" With that, he slammed his head on and stomped away.
Minnie trailed after him, calling "Mickey! Wait!"
"That was. . . disturbing," James remarked.
"Grrrrrr. . ." Sirius growled. One could almost see his hackles rising.
"Hey, I got pictures," Millie said.
She was almost deafened with the demands of copies.
~~~
Later, when they finally got to the Peter Pan ride, Sirius regarding every costumed character was suspicion and anger, they saw The Man In The Teal Suit.
"Oh God! Hide me!" Sirius prayed. He clapped a hand over his nose, smacking himself in the face.
"Sirius, stop with the masochism," Remus said mildly.
"AAAA! Big words! Bad! Bad!" Sirius cried. Literally. Like, tears.
They stood in a line for a couple of hours, making idle conversation with each other and Millie, when suddenly Sirius shouted, "HEY!" Half the heads turned. "Sorry, wasn't talking to you guys," Sirius apologized. He turned back to the group. "Peter!"
"I didn't do it, I swear!" Peter said, with an overly innocent look. It was a reflex.
"Save it for McGonagall. Anyway, I just realized, your name is Peter!"
"Good job, Sirius!" Remus cut him off.
"Shut up, prat. What I MEANT, was that his name is Peter, and so is HIS name!" Sirius said gleefully, pointing to a picture of Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. "And your initials are even the same!"
"Very good, Sirius!" James said in a falsely perky voice.
Suddenly, The Man In The Teal Suit ran over to them. He grabbed James' nose and yelled "Gotcher nose!" He ran off, cackling.
"Sorry about him," Millie said casually. "Cousin Uncle Adam has a penchant for doing that to strangers."
"Is he, uh, okay up in the attic?"
"Huh? Our attic is perfectly clean, thank you," Millie replied, miffed.
"No no," Peter stepped in. "Lily meant, is he crazy?"
"Well, duh. Would *you* call a man who ran around grabbing strangers' noses sane?" Millie shot back.
"Hey, it's our turn for the ride!" Remus pointed out. He climbed in, and Millie shot over to his side. James and Lily got in the next one, and finally Sirius and Peter.
As they flew over "London", Sirius yelled, "Hey, this is just like MAGIC!"
~~
End of Chapter Eight.
Soon: Space Mountain, fireworks, Millie's "secret" love, confessions, and more! Just call the number on the bottom of your screen and. . . oops wrong sales pitch.