MWAHAHA! MissPadfoot92 here and I'm updating on MissMoony16's fic! (Squee)

The Marauders are in their fourth year, for this chappie and the first one.

Thanks to stormofgraceandpower for the microwave diner idea.

Disclaimer: I don't own the marauders or any other HP stuff. Don't sue.

Enjoy!

The Marauders vs. the Microwave

Four very sullen boys walked into the Gryffindor Common Room at 11 P.M.

Sirius: Man! That was the worst detention ever!

James: I agree. And I've had a lot of detentions in my day.

Remus: Oh for heaven's sake you guys it wasn't that bad.

Peter: Remus, sorting all the books in the whole Hogwarts library. Yeah, it was bad.

Sirius: I'm hungry.

Peter and James: Me too!

Remus: Don't you guys think we've gotten in enough trouble today?

Peter, James and Sirius: No.

Remus: Why ME?!?

Peter: Hey guys! I've got an idea!

James: Quick, Sirius! Get the camera! Peter has an idea!

Sirius: (fake gasp)

Peter: No, really! I have a microwave and a few microwave dinners in the dorm. I'll go get them.

(Peter runs upstairs)

(Peter returns to the Common Room with four microwave dinners and a portable microwave)

James and Sirius: Ooooooooooh!

Remus: (looks at it confused) Um… so how are we gonna get food out of this thing?

Peter: That's easy! You just…

James: Ah! I thought the day would never come! Peter knows something Remus doesn't!

Sirius: Egad!

Peter: (looks embarrassed) As I was saying, you just open up the boxes with the frozen dinners in them and…

Sirius: How do we eat the food if it's frozen?

Peter: That's what the microwave is for.

(Remus, Sirius and James continuously stare at Peter)

Peter: OK, that's kind of annoying guys. Guys?

Remus: We're waiting for you to tell us what the microwave is.

(Peter points at the portable microwave)

Sirius: Ooh, what do these buttons do? (pushes random buttons on the microwave)

Remus: Oh, now I get it.

James: We're saved! Remus understands what to do!

(Sirius pushes the buttons on the microwave so frequently the microwave starts to shake)

Peter: My microwave!

(the microwave blows up and all that is left is it's ashes)

Peter: (sniffles) It was such a loyal microwave.

James: Well, at least we still have the frozen chicken fingers!

So what do you think? Pretty good for a person who thought and wrote the whole chapter in less than an hour!

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MissMoony16: In case anyone is wondering, MissPadfoot and I are sisters. If you guys had read the author page or my fic 'Defending the Light', you would know that already. Please excuse the mood; I have three projects going on at the moment…

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