A/N: Hi again, sorry I took so long to update, I was packing for vacation and had about six camps before that. Also, to the author of What The? the YW fic, I'm sorry about using this idea, but it was original. I only remembered after I wrote this that you had it in your fic, sorry. we really did this in my theatre camp, tho. A bachelor and 3 bachelorettes (gender didn't matter, of course, it was all acting). Each bachelorette had a personallity, and the bachelor had to guess it by asking them questions. I'm really looking forward to writing Harry's episode... bwahahahahaha-- {developes hacking cough}

Author: Hello, and welcome back to everyone's favorite asylum, my fanfic. Today, in an effort to torture the characters, we shall play (drum roll please)... THE DATING GAME!

Hermione: Someone hold me!

Author: Our official commentator got blown up a while back, so I'll be the announcer today. our first contestant is Miss Hermy Puckle!

Hermione: {Snarls}

Author: Ahem, Miss Hermione Granger. Hey, wait a sec, our commentator just arrived.

Commentator: Hello, folks. Now, Hermy, dollface, sit down on that chair on the stage.

Hermione: {Steals candy-cane from author (god knows why she has a candy-cane in the middle of August) and bashes commentator}

Commentator: Eeeeeeeep! S. R. U. M. M. K., save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Author: My candy-cane. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! {Tackles Hermione, puts her in a jail cell, takes back candy-cane, munches}

Hermione: {breaks through jail cell walls.} Hm... cardboard. You really have to put some more money into the set designs.

Author: I know that, I'm just really cheap.

Comentator: {Dusts self off} Thanks, S. R. U. M. M. K.

Ron: That is one loooooooooooooong acronym.

Commentator: It stands for Supreme Ruler of the Universe and the Mutant Marshmallow Kingdom. That would be the author. And thanks for noticing Ron. I recently joined the S. F. P. W. U. R. L. A. W. T. O.

Harry: And that would be...?

Commentator: The Society For People Who Use Really Long Acronyms Way Too Often. But let's get on with the show. Meet our bachelors for today. Bachelor #1 gives treats to the ladies, lets all meet Mister Softie!

Mister Softie: {Plays ice-cream music and honks at Hermione}

Hermione: Am I allowed to attack the bachelors.

Author: I'm afraid not.

Hermione: Oh, damn!

Commentator: Bachelor #2 has an MD, say hello to Mr. Evil!

Dr. Evil: Hey, DOCTOR Evil, not mister. I didn't go through four years of evil medical school just to be called MISTER.

Commentator: Okay, Dr. Evil. And Bachelor #3, all the way from South Park, Colorado... Kenny!

Kenny: {Zips up bright orange snow jacket} {Gibberish}

Draco: Oh my god, he is so HOT!

Harry: {Eyebrows at Draco, inches away}

Ron:Erm... {inches away}

Commentator: Now, let's get on with the show. Hermione, you ask these bachelors any questions you want, and they'll answer them. Then you decide which one you like best. Go for it!

Hermione: All right then, Bachelor #1, what is your favorite kind of shoe?

Mister Softie: Firestone.

Hermione: Okaaaaaay, Bachelor #2, same question.

Dr. Evil: I like any kind of shoe as long as it's evil, but I really tend to go for Nikes. {pinky finger to corner of mouth, evil smile}

Hermione: And same question to you, Bachelor #3.

Kenny: {Gibberish}

Hermione: Aw, that's so sweet. Now, next question: Bachelor #1, what is your favorite flavor of ice cream.

Mister Softie: Ice cream? Ice cream!?!? Yay, ice cream, ice cream for all! {Plays ice cream music, zooms out of the building handing out ice cream cones, crashes through the doors of another asylum}

Asylum clerck: {Rings bell} We need a straight-jacket fitting, Alison, we need a fitting.

{back at the arena...}

Commentator: Erm... right, now we're left with Bachelors #2 and #3. We're running long for this section of the show, so you only have one question left for each of them.

Hermione: Bachelor #2, if you could be any animal, what kind would you be?

Dr. Evil: Well, I'm tempted to say a cat, like Mr. Bigglesworth, but I'd really want to be... a frickin' shark with a frickin' laser beam attached to its frickin' head.
Neville: {randomly appears} Mr. Bigglesworth is my uncle!

Draco: Well... well... well Orlando Bloom is my uncle's cousin's great-great-aunt's grandmother's neice's great-grandchild's sister's daughter's house elf's former master' s vague accuaintance! So there!

Ron: Who wants to be related to Orlando Bloom?

Draco: EVERYONE! HE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE! {Joins screaming fangirls}

Draco & Fangirls: ORLI, ORLI, ORLI...!

Ron & Harry: {shudder}

Hermione: Riiiiiiiiiiight, not thinking about that... And Bachelor #3, what do you think of gummy bears?

Kenny: {Gibberish}

Hermione: {Swoons} I've made my chice. I choose Kenny.

Dr. Evil: How can you choose him?!?!? Mini Me, sic him!

Mini Me: {Runs in with machine gun, blasts off Kenny's head, runs out to get ice cream with Dr . Evil}

Hermione: Oh my God, you killed Kenny! You bastard!

Author: Tisk tisk, Hermione, I want to keep this fic PG -ish. He wasn't THAT cute. But that snowsuit looked sooooooooooooo hot on him... {gushes about Kenny}

Commentator: Right, so we leave our author babbling about Kenny, and end the chapter. Join us next week for... something else. But the dating game will be back soon, so look for it. {Puts Author is wheelbarrow, takes to an asylum and leaves at the front door, scurries off}