(a/n Weeeee! Lalala! Ummmm, yea, in case you 4got, me(gavvie) and esmarelda gamgee are workin 2gether on this fic!!!! Yeah!!!!!!! No fwames peeeeese!)
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Sooooooooooo, Harry, Ickle Ronniekins, Hermy, Fredrick, George, and Virginia all went to find happy flowers and bunnies! "At least they didn't ask for a shrubbery," said Ron after they had been looking for eleventyone hours, "that would have been really hard to find!" "Let's sing a song!" suggested Ginny. "Okay!" said Fred and George. "I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay I sleep all night and I work all day. I cut down trees I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory on Wednesday's I go shopping, have buttered scones for tea!" After they stopped singing, they came to Mordor where Sauron was redecorating. He painted everything pink and hung lace everywhere! He also had a purple ribbon basket. To everyone's surprise and delight he had flowers and bunnies everywhere! "Yippee! Can we have some flowers and bunnies, Monsieur Sauron?" they asked. "Sure kids!" he said and he threw some flowers and bunnies at them. "Thanks, M. Sauron!" they said and hurried back to the Fellowship.
"Here are your flowers and bunnies, poor crazy people, "said Harry as he threw the flowers and bunnies at the fellowship. He missed and they fell right down a rabbit-hole. "And that's where we get the game of golf," said Frodo. "Ah, I wish you young people knew more of your histories," he said turning to Sam, Merry, and Pippin. (see the hobbit video game)
They all arrived at the big black scary preposterous demon-duckish qwe veil. "What is this magic?" said Quirrel/Voldemort, appearing out of no where. "No movie catchphrases!" screamed Hermione. She hated movie catchphrases. "Aw man," said Quirrel as he left. "Scribbley Scrib Scribbles, doodoo! Scribbley Scrib Scribbles doodoo!" sang the authors! "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" everybody screamed and ran away! "It's the hyper authors!" They ran into the Department of Mysteries. Some huge random rocks fell and blocked their way out. "We have now but one choice," said Gandalf. "We must face the long confusion and randomness of the Department of Mysteries." "Harry has a dressing gown and a violent tattoo? What kind of book is this?!" said Ron, slamming his copy of The Order of the Phoenix shut and putting on a nearby table. "What?" said Harry with his pink silk gown on, pointing to a tattoo that he had of a person stabbing someone. They went further into other rooms. Gaspeth!
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