Hey guys. This story is a fun story, but it's taking my inspiration away from my other main story. So This is the end, my only friend. The end. Okay... anyway. It's the Dance Party conclusion. Well thanks to everyone to reviewed. All three of you. Just kidding, I know there were more, but not many. 333333 Moose.

Dumbledore woke up the next day. Friday. The day of THE dance party. Dumbledore said to himself, "Today is the Day." He then subsequently turned on Ganxta's Paradise by Coolio on his stereo and hopped out of his large bed. He didn't even bother turning up for meals. He had one priority today: to decorate the dungeons. He got on the phone to his secretary and called for everything to be in place, slipped on his bathrobe, and marched down to the dungeons.

"A little glitter here, and a little glitter there. Oh! I must make this like space, Oh that is good," Dumbledore was saying to himself. Within an hour he created some sort of tunnel that leads to a slide that leads to a room. He had the Nearly Headless Nick set up as the DJ. Apparently in back in the day, Nick used to spin some pretty hot shit. Now after decorating, Dumbledore left the party chamber to prepare for the night.

Three showers, two moisturizing facial scrubs, 23 clothing changes, an eyebrow wax, and 3 botox injections later found Dumbledore staring into his wardrobe. Hmmm. There was nothing to wear! Oh God, he thought, everyone is going to make fun of me! I must remain calm. There's got to be a spell for this. With that, Dumbledore ran to his private library and found a book on the wardrobe. It was a bit old, but it would work. The Classic Wizard's Wardrobe: The Pimp Edition by Snoop Dogg. He opened the book, which wasn't really one as it was only one page with two words on it: Pimperus Modus. Ahhh yes, thought Dumbles, I long forgot about that spell. He snapped the book shut and returned to his wardrobe. He cast the spell and peered into his closet. It was filled with white pants, white leather pants, purple leather pants, purple pants, white hats, gold chains, pimp sticks, wife beaters, white jackets, purple jackets, purple furry hats, and everything pimp beyond the mortal imagination. Dumbledore gazed with wonder at a ring emblazoned with the diamond letters P-I-M-P across four fingers. Surely he had read of this ring many times in books, letters, and journals of wizards seeking this precious ring. It was known as the P ring or the Ringus Pimpulus. It gave the wearer +10 pimping skills. Many wizards would have died just to look at it. Those that would die to look at it obviously weren't very smart though.

Two hours later found Albus fashionably late for his own party and looking pimptastic. He bit peeves on the way down to the dungeons, he and kicked Cornelius Fudge, who thought he was invited to this little shindig. Albus' gold robes were a great touch, not to mention his braided beard, gold pimp stick, and platform gold shoes. He arrived on a descending platform into the center of the party with a slamming introduction. Oh this is good, very very good. I am so popular. Now where are my bitches at? Dumbledore glanced around and saw Minerva in a black mini dress chatting to Madame Pomfrey, who was wearing a tube top and pink hot pants.

The party was definitely hoppin'. Potter was dancing/ dry humping the Malfoy boy and Riddle, that sneaky bastard. The bartender was sword fighting the Spanish Inquisition, and Hermione and Ronald were playing a game with whips off in the corner with Pansy and Goyle. There was a dance off beginning. Lee Jordan started out with some sort of spinning move that turned into a flip. Harry returned it with 'the lawn mower'. Ouch. Harry was badly served. Albus felt bad about the serving Harry had taken from the dance off, and decided to join Harry at the bar. Albus gave him some priceless advice and made off with his bitches.

Dumbledore woke up in a puddle of some unknown liquid. Oh dear god, I really hope that isn't my own piss. I mean, I've done enough of ...that lately. I'll take it wasn't a sober night last night... Moments later Dumbledore found out it was just a leaky faucet and he had fallen asleep on his bathroom floor. Relieved, Dumbledore wandered out of the bathroom and stared at his bed for a couple seconds trying to remember the previous night.

Flashback (a/n: I love these)

After dancing with Minerva and Poppy, the three wandered into Hogsmeade slightly drunk and tripping on shrooms they found in the potions lab. Dumbledore attempted to pick up the barmaid at the three broomsticks, a dementor, a random witch, and Keith Richards. He was successful on all attempts, as all of these individuals including Minerva and Poppy were lying in expansive bed, along with the random witch's husband. Damn, Albus thought, I can't ride into the sunset with all these people... or can I? And with that, three hours later after everyone was up and breakfasted, and after the fight between Keith Richards and the door, Dumbledore and his group of bitches rode into the sunset.