Once upon a time, in Germany, there was a bakery by the name of Frederick's Pastries.
Of course, this delightful little store on the edge of town was owned by Frederick Putzkammer himself. Who is Mr. Putzkammer you ask? Well, he is a stout man and a baker...
I suppose you really don't care about Mr. Putzkammer.
Mr. Putzkammer runs off crying
Look what you've done now, you've hurt his feelings! Anyway. . .
"Where are we?" Peter asked, still munching on his donut.
"What're you doing Peter?!"
Peter stared down at the donut he was eating and gave a strangled cry. "Oh no! I bit myself!"
James stared at him in awe. "You really are a glazed pastry with a mysterious hole..."
"Why's it so dark in here?" Sirius asked idly.
Suddenly, as if an answer to his question, the ceiling was adorned with Muggle-styled lights.
"That was oddly convenient..." Remus remarked.
"Oooo, the lights reflecting off this pretty little glass thingy," James said.
"What glass thingy?"
"Er... the one we're caged in indefinitely?"
"Ah. Got it."
Cry Missing: I've got your pen.
Melancholy Crumpet: Breaks into song Who's pen? My pen? Your pen! That pen!
Cry Missing: Smothers co-author with pillows
Sirius and James tip-toed -
Melancholy Crumpet: Pastries don't tip-toe, do they?
Cry Missing: They do now.
Cry Missing: ...
The crumpet known as Sirius, and the scone deemed James, scooted in a pastry-like way to the glass window, and started running into it, denting their flour composed bodies.
"Oooo," James said in awe. "Sirius, you're squishy."
"Probably not as tasty as me, though," Peter chimed in, continuing to chomp on himself.
Sirius's eyes widened. "You off your rockers?"
"Nope. Just hungry."
"Honestly, mate," James said. "You've no idea what part of yourself you've just eaten."
Remus gasped, and a theatrical 'bum bum BUM' was heard throughout the bakery.
"What is it?"
"A customer..."
Melancholy Crumpet: I threaten you with my ominous lobster of doom!
Cry Missing: Blinks Your ominous lobster of doom is dead...
Melancholy Crumpet: Oh. Lobster flops over Erm... Steals pen back
Peter screamed in a pastry-like way and the others blinked, wondering what to do.
As the girl began speaking to the bakery owner, deciding what she would have, reality struck them. Ouch. For it was none other then schoolmate Lily Evans. What she was doing in Germany we've yet to find out...
James grinned and pressed his face to the glass. "It's Evans!" he exclaimed.
As she bent down to take a look at the assortment of pastries, James began to jump up and down yelling, "Pick me, Pick me!"
"Shut up or she WILL pick you!"
"What's wrong with that?" James asked, looking back at the three.
Remus sighed all-knowingly. "Because if she does you've become breakfast."
"Oh no!" James cried, his voice beginning to squeak. "Don't eat me Lily, I love you!"
Frederick shuffled his way up to the customer. "You like zis one? We haff zeh finest scones around." Lily nodded.
James then threw a stray piece of lint on himself. Lily frowned politely, and moved on to where Sirius was frantically chasing a bug, and Peter was watching with a fearful expression of horror.
"You know what?" Remus said suddenly - louder and bolder than what was ever expected of him. "Peter was smart to do what he'd done..."
"What?"
Remus took a big bite out of his danish self.
"What the hell, Moony?" Sirius exclaimed, smothering the bug with his crumpet body.
"What?" Remus said. "I've bitten myself before... and besides, nobody's going to buy a half eaten danish."
Lily frowned again, laughing nervously, asking if the German baker had any croissants.
Suddenly the chapter abruptly ended. Many fans were pissed. :[
Will the Marauders get eaten? Will Lily ever find out if the Bakery has croissants? Will Mr. Putzkammer ever stop being a pansy?
Find out next chappeh! Buahahahaha!
Cry Missing: What the hell? That sucked!
Melancholy Crumpet: Erm...Danish?
Of course, this delightful little store on the edge of town was owned by Frederick Putzkammer himself. Who is Mr. Putzkammer you ask? Well, he is a stout man and a baker...
I suppose you really don't care about Mr. Putzkammer.
Mr. Putzkammer runs off crying
Look what you've done now, you've hurt his feelings! Anyway. . .
"Where are we?" Peter asked, still munching on his donut.
"What're you doing Peter?!"
Peter stared down at the donut he was eating and gave a strangled cry. "Oh no! I bit myself!"
James stared at him in awe. "You really are a glazed pastry with a mysterious hole..."
"Why's it so dark in here?" Sirius asked idly.
Suddenly, as if an answer to his question, the ceiling was adorned with Muggle-styled lights.
"That was oddly convenient..." Remus remarked.
"Oooo, the lights reflecting off this pretty little glass thingy," James said.
"What glass thingy?"
"Er... the one we're caged in indefinitely?"
"Ah. Got it."
Cry Missing: I've got your pen.
Melancholy Crumpet: Breaks into song Who's pen? My pen? Your pen! That pen!
Cry Missing: Smothers co-author with pillows
Sirius and James tip-toed -
Melancholy Crumpet: Pastries don't tip-toe, do they?
Cry Missing: They do now.
Cry Missing: ...
The crumpet known as Sirius, and the scone deemed James, scooted in a pastry-like way to the glass window, and started running into it, denting their flour composed bodies.
"Oooo," James said in awe. "Sirius, you're squishy."
"Probably not as tasty as me, though," Peter chimed in, continuing to chomp on himself.
Sirius's eyes widened. "You off your rockers?"
"Nope. Just hungry."
"Honestly, mate," James said. "You've no idea what part of yourself you've just eaten."
Remus gasped, and a theatrical 'bum bum BUM' was heard throughout the bakery.
"What is it?"
"A customer..."
Melancholy Crumpet: I threaten you with my ominous lobster of doom!
Cry Missing: Blinks Your ominous lobster of doom is dead...
Melancholy Crumpet: Oh. Lobster flops over Erm... Steals pen back
Peter screamed in a pastry-like way and the others blinked, wondering what to do.
As the girl began speaking to the bakery owner, deciding what she would have, reality struck them. Ouch. For it was none other then schoolmate Lily Evans. What she was doing in Germany we've yet to find out...
James grinned and pressed his face to the glass. "It's Evans!" he exclaimed.
As she bent down to take a look at the assortment of pastries, James began to jump up and down yelling, "Pick me, Pick me!"
"Shut up or she WILL pick you!"
"What's wrong with that?" James asked, looking back at the three.
Remus sighed all-knowingly. "Because if she does you've become breakfast."
"Oh no!" James cried, his voice beginning to squeak. "Don't eat me Lily, I love you!"
Frederick shuffled his way up to the customer. "You like zis one? We haff zeh finest scones around." Lily nodded.
James then threw a stray piece of lint on himself. Lily frowned politely, and moved on to where Sirius was frantically chasing a bug, and Peter was watching with a fearful expression of horror.
"You know what?" Remus said suddenly - louder and bolder than what was ever expected of him. "Peter was smart to do what he'd done..."
"What?"
Remus took a big bite out of his danish self.
"What the hell, Moony?" Sirius exclaimed, smothering the bug with his crumpet body.
"What?" Remus said. "I've bitten myself before... and besides, nobody's going to buy a half eaten danish."
Lily frowned again, laughing nervously, asking if the German baker had any croissants.
Suddenly the chapter abruptly ended. Many fans were pissed. :[
Will the Marauders get eaten? Will Lily ever find out if the Bakery has croissants? Will Mr. Putzkammer ever stop being a pansy?
Find out next chappeh! Buahahahaha!
Cry Missing: What the hell? That sucked!
Melancholy Crumpet: Erm...Danish?