Summary: Sirius plays with puppets.

Author's Note: Sorry if this takes so long, for some reason today, I have screwy typing, terribly sorry.

I do not own any of the character puppets Sirius is playing with.

Hanging By A Peice Of Floss

Jack: Never let go Rose, never let go.

Rose: When you say that, do you mean phiscally, or mentally?

Jack: Well... mentaly I guess, but-

Rose: (drops)

Jack: NOOO!

Rose: ...oops...

Sirus stood up and bowed...to no one but his fan girls applauding. The Marauders shook their heads. They saved their comments until everyone had left the boy's dormitory.

"That had to be the worst puppet show I've ever seen." Peter said, sitting back in his chair.

Sirius looked crestfallen, "Really?"

"No, no, no, Sirius, it was wonderful." Remus reassured him. Remus picked up one of the crude puppets. Googly eyes were glued on unevenly and the mouth was hanging diagonial.

"I liked it." James said simply. "Do you have anymore?"

Sirius cheered up. "Yeah, I have some." He brought out two puppets hanging from peices of floss.

"This one is called: "Fatman."

The Marauders groned as Sirius moved the puppets horribly.

Robin: Holy tap-dancing Moses on toast Batman!

Batman: Ssh! I'm meditating.

Robin: No your not, you're watching the Superbowl.

Batman: Leave me be before I lock you up in the Batcloset!

Robin: Batcloset? That's a regular old closet!

Batman: I'll sick Alfred on you if you don't shut-up!

Robin: Fine! You're not a real superhero anyway!

Batman: (slap) Take thy whinning elsewhere!

"Well?" Sirius blinked hopefully.

Peter was snooring in his chair and quickly woke up, Remus quietly slipped his book in his robes and James started bouncing up and down.

"More...MORE!" James pleaded. Peter and Remus shot him looks.

Sirius pulled out two puppets who had toothpicks in their hands, that were awfully colored red and the other one green. There was no mistake as who the two puppets were.

Luke: You killed my father!

Darth Vader:...not exactly, I'm 'kinda-sorta-in-a-way-your-father'.

Luke:...deadgummit

Darth Vader: I've blown up a buttload of stuff, murdereda buttloadof people, tortured your friends and lopped off your hand...want to join me anyway?

Luke:...hmmm...what would Jesus do?

(A new puppet was brought forth, crafted out of a popsicle stick.)

Jesus: I'd suggest counsling.

Luke: You should be good.

Darth Vader: No, you should be evil.

Luke: Well, I see we have a conflict of interests here. How about we take this up with a group therapist?

Darth Vader: How about I drag your hide on over to the Emperor?

Luke: ...Or we could do that...

"...you suck!" said Peter.

"I DO NOT!" Sirius protested.

"Uh, yeah you do." said Remus.

Sirius snapped the popsicle puppet in half. "LIARS! My brilliance is awesome and will be honored for all enternity!"

"No it won't" said the Marauders together. Peter and Remus walked off and James was the only one sitting in the audience.

"Do I suck?" asked Sirius.

"No of course not." said James.

"Really?"

"No, you pretty much dosuck."

"Well I'd like to see you try it!" Sirius said, throwinga puppet James's way.

James looked at the puppet and something in his mind clicked. "I have a better idea..."

5minutes later and 2wrong turns left...

The Maraudersknocked on the girl's dormotory door. Of course, the stairs not allowing boys isn't in effect at this time, because James and Sirius haven't caused that much trouble to make it happen yet.

Christy opened the door. "What?"

James and Sirius thrust puppets in her hands.

"We'd like to see you do better than Sirius." said Remus.

"Huh?" asked the author.

"Cause you wrote this chapter."

"Why should I?"

"Cause we'll tell everyone your secrets." Peter said rubbing his hands together.

Christy thought for a moment."I'll only do it if you get this stupid midi file to work on my site."

"Done." The Marauders said.

5 minutes later and a moment where Sirius learned the difference between right anf left...

Christy pulled out the Maruader Puppets. "This is your life story." she said as she began.

Sirius: Whine whine whine whine all I do is whine and think of noises I can make.

Remus: I'm too smart for you. Gloat, gloat, gloat.

James: My personality changes every two seconds and I need new underwear. Happy, sad, happy.

Peter: I'm so creepy, I should be locked up and all I ever do is twitch twitch twitch.

Christy Puppet: I'm brilliant all hail me and review review reviewmy insolent fans!

NOTE: Some of this was adapted from the Hand Puppet Theater.

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