Meanwhile across the ocean.

Paul Sr. I'll tell you how we're getting home! Give us the Port-key thingy or I'll start busting skulls old school style!

Sirius: I'd like to help, really I would. This port-key is for a one way trip meant for emergencies.

Paul Jr.: So let me get this straight. We're in England with no passport and not enough money to get home?

Cody: We could have Mikey wire us some money.

Paul Sr.: Do you really think that's a good idear.

At that moment:
Mikey takes a break from his partially completed string clean-up to play with a large brown paper sack.

MikeyWe usually get bulk items like spacers and brackets in bags such as these. And I don't care what my dad says. I can so fight my way out of a paper bag.

Mikey takes the bag and places it over his head.. it extends down to around his waist.
He starts punching the inside of the bag. He takes an overextended swing . His feet twirl and winds up on the floor.

Mikey: Ow!

Back in England:
Cody: Eh, you're probably right.

Vinnie: What about that crazy old galoot Luftwig on Knockturn Alley? Is he still in business?

Sirius: Not since the Ministry outlawed the manufacture, sale, and use of flying carpets.

Cody: Damn that coulda been fun.

Sirius: Trust me my boy. A trip across the pond is not one you want to make aboard a carpet. Especially one of Luftwig's dangerous contraptions.

Vinnie: His son fabricates them on Diurn Alley. I'll get you one next time I'm there.
Cody: Thanks Vin.

Paul Sr.: (annoyed) Can we get back to the business at hand?

Sirius: Oh yes quite right.

Vinnie: Floo Powder?

Sirius: The international links are down for their one hundred and sixty seven year inspections.

Paul Jr.: What about a port key maker? They do have those don't they?

Vinnie: Cost prohibitive.

Paul Sr.: (growing agitated) I say we go to the American Embassy and explain our situation.

Vinnie: Then I'll have the Department of Magical Diplomas, Diplomacy, and Regulations on me forever. You care to explain to them who my (expletive deleted) father was?

Paul Sr.: (still agitated) Right now i don't give a (expletive deleted) who your father is, I just wanna go home.

Paul Jr.: Hey Pops calm down, we'll work it out.

Cody: (singing) Everybody have fun tonight. Everyone looks at him. What? I though I would lighten the mood. Geeze.

Vinnie: So Sirius how are we getting out of this mess?

Sirius: I guess we have no choice, we have to call Dumbledore.

Paul Sr.: Finally we're getting something done, I was wondering if you were going to do something or sit around on you're lazy asses like you do at the shop. Cody looks slightly offended. Not you Code I was talking to the Stooges ever there.

Paul Jr.: Thanks Pop, I really feel the love.

Paul Jr.You know now is not the time for my father to be yelling. I mean it's not like its my fault that we're stuck here or Vinnie's for that matter.