"Whose Line Is It Anyway?" Harry Potter Style
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Chapter 7: Sound Effects
Hagrid: We'come back! We had a request from an audience member who wanted to know what Harry's phone number was! Get a piece of paper, girls! Harry's phone number is 555-123...
Harry: No!
Hagrid: On'y kiddin! This next game is for Harry and Ron; come on down! *Harry and Ron walk to center stage* This game is called sound effects. Our players will have to act out a scene, with all sound effects provided by an audience member and our special guest! Everyone, please welcome the one and only, Gilderoy Lockhart!
*Lockhart walks out with screaming from the audience- whether out of fear or joy- no one can determine. There is a bodyguard protecting him- or is that an asylum security guard? Nevertheless, Hermione runs up to Lockhart and receives an autograph.*
Lockhart: No problem, and please buy my #1 bestseller, Rita Skeeter: a biography of buggy proportions.
Hagrid: ok... Lockhart, you'll be doin' sounds for Harry and let's see... *paces around audience* Neville... you'll be doin' sounds for Ron. *Neville comes down and stands on the side of the stage with Lockhart. They are both handed a microphone.* The scene is... Harry, a school janitor, and his friend Ron are stuck cleaning the entire school for a detention. Start!
Harry: I can't believe we're stuck cleaning the whole school!
Ron: I know. Why'd you have to set Fluffy loose in Potions, Harry?
Harry: Well, Snape said bring something in that'll cause a nuclear reaction.
Ron: I don't think he was serious.
Harry: Oh, and he wasn't serious when he put that balding potion in Dumbledore's goblet?
Ron: That's another story. *Dumbledore looks dumbfounded and Snape looks something horrid at Harry.*
Harry: Well, we better get started. Let's clean up the cafeteria first. I think it got the full effect of Fluffy's havoc.
Lockhart: WOOF! WOOF!
Harry: I guess Fluffy's still here. Fluffy, GO LAY DOWN!
Lockhart: MEOW!
Harry: I told those first-years not to leave the t.v. on in the cafeteria. Ron, could you turn off the t.v. while I go get the cleaning supplies?
Lockhart: WOOF! WOOF! MEOW!
Ron: It won't turn off. *puts strain in his voice as he pretends to turn the knob on an imaginary television.*
Neville: Oh, click!
Ron: It's off. Let's start vacuuming. I call the Huver!
Harry: You mean Hoover. Fine, I'll get the Dirt Devil. *They pretend to retrieve vacuums and vacuum the floor.*
Neville: vrmmmm vrmmm
Harry: Oops, I forgot to plug mine in. *pretends to plug his vacuum into an outlet*
Lockhart: VRMMMM VRMMMM BOOM!
Harry: *jumps up, as does Ron* I think my bag was too full. Let's mop the floor instead.
Ron: How about you mop and I sweep. *Pretends to get a broom*
Neville: Swish sweep, swish sweep
Harry: *pretends to get a mop* Wow, my mop is pleasantly peaceful.
Lockhart: *makes monkey-like sounds*
Harry: Oh, I spoke too soon. There's Cornish pixies stuck inside somehow. *pretends to shake broom and throw it off stage*
Ron: Enough of this, let's clean the windows. *He and Harry pretend to get Windex and paper towels. Then they pretend to spray the Windex on the "windows."*
Neville: Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray!
Harry: Do you think you got enough cleaner there, Ron?
Ron: Well, look at your window!
Lockhart: Ooh. Spray.
Harry: My bottle is empty. I'll be right back. *pretends to get another bottle of Windex*
Lockhart: Spray Spray Spray Spray Spray Spray Spray
Harry: That's better. Time to wipe the windows! *pretends to rip off some paper towels from his fake roll of paper towels*
Lockhart: Rip!
Ron: Oh no, first the t.v. now this- they.won't.rip.off....
Neville: TEAR!
Ron: There we go.
Lockhart: Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! *Harry pretends to wipe his window as Lockhart is squeaking.*
Harry: Ah, a job well done!
Neville: SWIPE! SQUEAK! SWIPE! SQUEAK!
Ron: Well that's finished. Time to clean up the Potion's room! *They both groan as Hagrid sounds the buzzer.*
Hagrid: That was good! 10,000 points to Lockhart for containing himself... somewhat! *Lockhart was now handing out copies of his "Rita Skeeter biography* printed on what looked like recycled restaurant placemats.* Now, onto the commercials!
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Thanks to the reviewers! Please keep reviewing!
Chapter 7: Sound Effects
Hagrid: We'come back! We had a request from an audience member who wanted to know what Harry's phone number was! Get a piece of paper, girls! Harry's phone number is 555-123...
Harry: No!
Hagrid: On'y kiddin! This next game is for Harry and Ron; come on down! *Harry and Ron walk to center stage* This game is called sound effects. Our players will have to act out a scene, with all sound effects provided by an audience member and our special guest! Everyone, please welcome the one and only, Gilderoy Lockhart!
*Lockhart walks out with screaming from the audience- whether out of fear or joy- no one can determine. There is a bodyguard protecting him- or is that an asylum security guard? Nevertheless, Hermione runs up to Lockhart and receives an autograph.*
Lockhart: No problem, and please buy my #1 bestseller, Rita Skeeter: a biography of buggy proportions.
Hagrid: ok... Lockhart, you'll be doin' sounds for Harry and let's see... *paces around audience* Neville... you'll be doin' sounds for Ron. *Neville comes down and stands on the side of the stage with Lockhart. They are both handed a microphone.* The scene is... Harry, a school janitor, and his friend Ron are stuck cleaning the entire school for a detention. Start!
Harry: I can't believe we're stuck cleaning the whole school!
Ron: I know. Why'd you have to set Fluffy loose in Potions, Harry?
Harry: Well, Snape said bring something in that'll cause a nuclear reaction.
Ron: I don't think he was serious.
Harry: Oh, and he wasn't serious when he put that balding potion in Dumbledore's goblet?
Ron: That's another story. *Dumbledore looks dumbfounded and Snape looks something horrid at Harry.*
Harry: Well, we better get started. Let's clean up the cafeteria first. I think it got the full effect of Fluffy's havoc.
Lockhart: WOOF! WOOF!
Harry: I guess Fluffy's still here. Fluffy, GO LAY DOWN!
Lockhart: MEOW!
Harry: I told those first-years not to leave the t.v. on in the cafeteria. Ron, could you turn off the t.v. while I go get the cleaning supplies?
Lockhart: WOOF! WOOF! MEOW!
Ron: It won't turn off. *puts strain in his voice as he pretends to turn the knob on an imaginary television.*
Neville: Oh, click!
Ron: It's off. Let's start vacuuming. I call the Huver!
Harry: You mean Hoover. Fine, I'll get the Dirt Devil. *They pretend to retrieve vacuums and vacuum the floor.*
Neville: vrmmmm vrmmm
Harry: Oops, I forgot to plug mine in. *pretends to plug his vacuum into an outlet*
Lockhart: VRMMMM VRMMMM BOOM!
Harry: *jumps up, as does Ron* I think my bag was too full. Let's mop the floor instead.
Ron: How about you mop and I sweep. *Pretends to get a broom*
Neville: Swish sweep, swish sweep
Harry: *pretends to get a mop* Wow, my mop is pleasantly peaceful.
Lockhart: *makes monkey-like sounds*
Harry: Oh, I spoke too soon. There's Cornish pixies stuck inside somehow. *pretends to shake broom and throw it off stage*
Ron: Enough of this, let's clean the windows. *He and Harry pretend to get Windex and paper towels. Then they pretend to spray the Windex on the "windows."*
Neville: Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray!
Harry: Do you think you got enough cleaner there, Ron?
Ron: Well, look at your window!
Lockhart: Ooh. Spray.
Harry: My bottle is empty. I'll be right back. *pretends to get another bottle of Windex*
Lockhart: Spray Spray Spray Spray Spray Spray Spray
Harry: That's better. Time to wipe the windows! *pretends to rip off some paper towels from his fake roll of paper towels*
Lockhart: Rip!
Ron: Oh no, first the t.v. now this- they.won't.rip.off....
Neville: TEAR!
Ron: There we go.
Lockhart: Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! *Harry pretends to wipe his window as Lockhart is squeaking.*
Harry: Ah, a job well done!
Neville: SWIPE! SQUEAK! SWIPE! SQUEAK!
Ron: Well that's finished. Time to clean up the Potion's room! *They both groan as Hagrid sounds the buzzer.*
Hagrid: That was good! 10,000 points to Lockhart for containing himself... somewhat! *Lockhart was now handing out copies of his "Rita Skeeter biography* printed on what looked like recycled restaurant placemats.* Now, onto the commercials!
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