Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've had a geometry final and graduation to deal with, so please forgive me! Anyway, here is the third chapter of Prongs and the Quest for Pickles! Hope you enjoy!

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"Why so glum, chums?" Padfoot said as he sat down across from Prongs and Moony.

Moony glared at Padfoot, "Well, I was woken up twice last night by a pair of rampaging, idiotic animagi. The first wants purple, rutabaga flavored pickles. So we had to go and search for them. We were unsuccessful so we went back to bed with only an hour until breakfast. Then the second immediately starts jumping on my bed screaming something about Wormtail's fluffy, pink hat."

"Hey! That was me!" Padfoot exclaimed, excitedly pointing that out to Wormtail, who had just sat down, "But who was the other animagus?"

"Hmmm…Let's think, Paddy, who are the only four animagus in the school?" Moony asked him sarcastically.

"Uh….us?" Padfoot answered.

"Correct. And which one of us had severe pickle cravings?"

"Prongs."

"So who do you think the first animagus was?"

"Prongs!"

"Right," Moony told him as he started eating his breakfast.

"Wait a minute," Padfoot said as he got a sudden revelation, "That means that Prongs hasn't had his pickles! Oh no! Get him away from me! The last time he didn't get his pickles, he tied me to a tree in the Forbidden Forest with Wormtail's fuzzy pink rope and left me there for three days!" With that he ran out of the Great Hall screaming.

"Well," Moony said, grabbing his bag and getting up, "We should get to Herbology class."

Prongs got up and followed him, grumbling about not getting his pickles.

"Cheer up, mate," Moony told him as he slapped him on the back, "Maybe Professor Sprout will know where we can get some of those special pickles."

The two Marauders walked into an extremely loud Green House Number Sixteen. Everyone was discussing the upcoming Quidditch match of Gryffindor vs. Slytherin that was to be held on Saturday. Prongs and Moony took their places by Padfoot and Wormtail around the table just in time. Professor Sprout came bustling into the room.

"Good morning class!" she shouted over the quieting din of the green house, "Today we will be practicing our planting skills while making the grounds of Hogwarts a more insect free environment. We will be planting Venus Fly Traps in various places around the grounds."

At this all of the students groaned except Padfoot. Instead he yelled, "Yay! No more bugs!"

"You will group into fours and I will tell you your color area to plant. There is a color-coded map of the planting areas hanging up on the outside of the green house," Professor Sprout continued, "When you have made up your groups, please come and get plants from me and then make your way to your designated area." As she finished, the class immediately broke up into groups.

Padfoot started jumping up and down as the Marauders made their way to get the plants. "I can't wait!" he yelled, "I LOVE dirt!"

Before Moony or Wormtail could move, Prongs lunged at his friend and started strangling him. "Stop being so cheerful!" he growled at Padfoot as his grip tightened around his throat, "There is nothing to be cheerful about since I haven't had my pickles!" Moony and Wormtail finally managed to pry Prongs off of Padfoot just as Professor Sprout came over.

"Misters Lupin, Potter, Black, and Pettigrew," she addressed them in a serious tone, "Since you believe that fighting is a better use of your time in my classroom than doing your assigned work, you will serve a weeks worth of detention. Come to this greenhouse after dinner every night this week and you will fulfill it." She marched away when she had dished out their punishment.

"Oooo, goody!" Padfoot yelled as loudly as he could after almost being strangled to death, "I hope it's more planting! I truly LOVE dirt!" Padfoot had apparently not learned his lesson, but Moony and Wormtail were able to hold Prongs back while Padfoot received the plants from Professor Sprout and skipped outside to look at where they were supposed to go.

"Let it go, mate," Moony told Prongs, "You know Padfoot can't help being hyper." Prongs reluctantly assented as they followed Padfoot outside and towards their planting area, mumbling something about how hyper animagus should help people find their pickles.

When they reached their planting area they were surprised to find another person already there.

"What are you doing here, Snivelly," Prongs hissed, "This is OUR planting area."

"Well, Potter," Snape hissed back, "It looks like Sprout assigned us to the same one. Although I hardly like sharing anything with you."

"The feeling's mutual," Prongs hissed back.

"Right," Moony said as he walked towards the marker with a plant, "Now that you two have had your little intro, let's get down to business shall we? Snivelly, you can go over there by the forest and plant, and we'll stay over here."

"It's just like you to start taking command, Lupin," Snape spat, "Always pumped up with self importance that you believe people will just follow you with out complaint." Moony stopped dead in his tracks. He hated when people said that about him. He felt his temper rising.

"I suggest you take that back, Snivellus," Moony growled out.

"OOOOOOOOO! Snivellus is going down!" Padfoot screamed, jumping up and down with excitement.

"Uh, Moony," Prongs cautioned, "Are you sure you want to fight him here? Sprout is just over there."

"Why would I take something back that I said to you, Dictator?" Snape said in his hoity-toity way, "I have done nothing wrong."

"That's it!" Moony growled as he lunged at Snape. He hit Snape hard in the chest and knocked him to the ground. Soon, there were punches flying and the three Marauders knew that if they didn't pull Moony off Snivellus soon, he would be dead, not that they cared for Snivellus' welfare. They let Snape be pummeled for a few more minutes and then pulled a huffing Moony off of him.

"Let him be Mate," Prongs told Moony, "He's not worth it."

With that, they turned around and started planting. Snape got up and ran off to the Hospital Wing.

The Marauders were getting bored with all of the planting, so they decided to play a game of truth or dare. "Okay, I'll go first," Padfoot said, "Prongs, I dare you to eat a handful of dirt."

"Okay," Prongs said as he grabbed the required amount and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. "Not so bad," he told them, "That is, after you get past the worms and grubs."

"EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!" Wormtail screeched, "I can't believe you did that! It's disgusting!"

"Oh come one, Wormy," Moony teased, "You can't tell me that you're afraid of eating a little dirt?"

"N-no," Wormtail stuttered, "I am just afraid of d-dirt."

"What!" the other Marauders screamed.

"You're afraid of dirt?" Moony asked, "How can you be afraid of dirt? It's everywhere!"

"I kn-know," Wormtail said.

"Well, that explains why he never stores anything under his bed or in the floor boards," Prongs stated.

"This is too perfect!" Padfoot exclaimed, "Wormy's afraid of dirt! Wormy's afraid of dirt!"

Padfoot's chant was contagious and soon Prongs and Moony had joined in. They chanted until Wormtail had run away crying.

"What a baby," Moony said.

"Yeah," Prongs said, "Even more so than with his teddy, blanket, and ba-ba combined!"

They all roared with laughter until Sprout came over and threatened them that if they didn't get back to work they would serve another weeks worth of detention.

So what did you think? I know that it's not up to its usual funniness, but I have a sort-of writer's block! Please R&R! Thanks to Lizzy101 for beta-reading this for me!

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