Okay, sorry it took me forever to update this thing. I've been working on two stories at once, not a good idea. Thank you for all your reviews so far. MelRobbo - I do watch the Simpsons, I love that show! I probably did rip it off in the first chapter. Actually, pretty much everything I write is a bad rip off of something else. Who Killed Percy Weasley is pretty much a rip off of Clue (Although someone told me it reminded them of an episode of Clueless) and Yes, I'm Going Back to School is loosely based on Billy Madison. Anyway, now to the story

"Two bottles of beer on the wall, two bottles of beer! Take one down pass it around..."

"Meh, I'm bored of this song," said Draco. "Let's do something else."

"I've got an idea! Let's play a rousing game of SHUT THE HELL UP!" shouted Dumbledore as he tried to take a nap.

"I feel like taking a nap too," said Hermione. "Professor Snape, can I lean against your, strong, masculine shoulder?"

"You have a headrest, I suggest you use it," he snapped back.

Hermione reluctantly leaned back and closed her eyes. However, once she fell asleep, she grabbed Professor Snape's arm and started cuddling it against her as she slipped her head onto his shoulder. He immediately pushed her off, but she kept doing it again and again. Snape was beginning to think she wasn't really sleeping at all.

Suddenly, the bus stopped with a sudden jolt.

"Tell me we didn't hit another Piggly Wiggley!" Stan exclaimed fearfully.

"Relax, Stan. We've just arrived at Sunny Nifflers Campground," said Harry as he reached for his belongings and started moving off the bus.

"Oh, right! I just couldn't bear to see another jar of smashed mayonnaise. See you later Harry!" Stan shouted.

Everyone stepped off the bus and walked out onto the wooded ground. "Okay everybody! Find your chaperone and start putting up your tents," called out Dumbledore.

"Aaah!!!!" screamed Lavender Brown. "SNAKE!!!"

"THAT'S NOT A BALD SPOT, IT'S A SOLAR PANEL FOR A SEX MACHINE!!" shouted Harry.

"Uhhh, right Harry," said Hermione. "I'll take care of the you-know-what."

"Hold on a minute, Hermione," said Luna Lovegood. "That's not an ordinary snake..."

"ALL BOW TO THE GREAT MUFFIN KING!"

Luna ignored Harry and continued, "It's not a S-N-A-K-E, it's a Subterranean Three-Horned Buggler."

"Awesome!" said Colin Creevy, pulling out his camera and taking a picture of the snake.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Luna was an idiot. She pulled out her wand, and shouted, "Petrificus Totalis!" Suddenly, the snake froze.

"Thanks Hermione!" said Luna. "I can take this home and show it to my dad. A real Subterranean Three-Horned Buggler! He'll run the story on the front page of the Quibbler!"

"Would you like me to give you a pine cone to take with you too?" said Hermione. "You can pretend it's an alien spacecraft. Then maybe when you're done with it, you can shove it up your ass and call it the USS Enterprise!"

"Hermione Granger!" shouted McGonagall. "I will not tolerate such behavior! Ten points from Gryffindor."

"Umm, Professor McGonagall, school is over. Points don't matter anymore," said Hermione.

"OH DEAR LORD!! I can't believe it!" exclaimed McGonagall. "I messed up on the point system. I sound like... like... DUMBLEDORE!! Ahh!! It's worse than I thought! Professor Snape! I need some booze quick!"

"I'm sorry Professor McGonagall, I'm not foolish enough to carry alcohol with me on school-sponsored field trips," Professor Snape remarked snidely.

"I've got some rum!" shouted Draco Malfoy.

"THANK HEAVENS!" she shouted as she grabbed Draco's flask and chugged all the contents.

"Damn it! That was a weeks worth supply of rum, and you drank it all!" shouted Draco. "Now how is this trip going to be any fun?"

Even Draco had never seen anyone pass out after drinking as fast as McGonagall did. She fell to the ground and started twitching and talking in her sleep. Apparently she was having a rather nasty nightmare about snakes.

"Noooo!!! Snakes, snakes everywhere!" she shouted.

"MAKE 7UP YOURS!!" shouted Harry.

"Oh, I remember that slogan!" said Hagrid.

Hermione turned to him, "What did it even mean anyway?"

"Hoho, well, if you ever go to Azkaban like I did, you'll find many a meaning for the words 'up yours,'" said Hagrid. "Bit of advice, don't drop the soap."

Hermione looked at him, slightly disgusted, but the awkward moment was soon broken by more of McGonagall's alcohol-induced snake hallucinations.

"WELL TIE ME UP AND BASTE ME LIKE A TURKEY!" shouted Harry.

It was getting dark, and nobody so much as had a post in the ground. "Since Professor McGonagall is incapacitated at the moment, and Harry's shouting like a madman, I suppose I'll have to just set the tents up with magic," Dumbledore sighed as he waved his hands and put all the tents up in one swift motion.

Dumbledore turned to the group. "I think it'd be best if Harry was far away from Minerva right now. Ron, you and Harry go into the woods and look for kindling for a fire. Hermione, you and Professor Snape walk up to the grocery store and try to buy some of those hot-dogs. I'd like Hagrid, Colin, Draco, and Goyle to shoot every duck they can find within a five-mile radius of the campsite. Ducks -- my mortal enemy."

"Dumbledore, I thought I was your mortal enemy," said Voldemort, who stepped out from behind a tree.

"I have a life outside of you, Voldy," said Dumbledore. "Are we still on for tea at your aunt's house next Tuesday?"

"Of course, Albus. My dear Auntie taped the series finale of Friends for us too, so we can watch that," said Voldemort.

"Oh lovely!" said Dumbledore. "Well, I'll see you then!" he said as Voldemort trudged back into the woods.

"Ahem, as I was saying," Dumbledore went on, "I'd like the Weasley twins and Vincent Crabbe to test out the skinny dipping here. The rest of you will stay with me and braid my hair into those cute little cornrows. Now, go to your respective duties!"