Chapter thirty-five: More Crappy Singing and the Train Ride Home
"On top of spaghetti,
all covered in cheese,
I lost my poor meat ball,
when somebody sneezed,
I pulled out my shot gun,
shot him through the head,
He sneezed on my meatball,
so I shot him dead,
crawled under the table,
looked around on the floor,
all covered in mucus,
my meatball rolled out the door,
it rolled into the garden,
and under a bush,
in come some bastards foot,
turned it into mush,
pulling out my mallet,
I slammed him in the face,
brains and eyes balls,
went all over the place.
YEAH!"
Everyone groaned as Lemo struck a pose for the hundredth time, after the hundredth song on the train ride. Barry was the only one who was still clapping with genuine enthusiasm. This was most probably because he was happy that Lemo was finally back to her usual (crazy) self.
"Shall I sing it again!" she said panting as everyone, but Barry shouted,
"NO!"
"Okay...If you-"
"No way in hell!" Nick said getting up and running out of the compartment.
"Hey, Don. Do you think your mum would mind us coming around again?" Mione asked.
"Probably...Especially after the whole car thing..."
"True."
"And I can't imagine they were terribly happy after hearing all about Minnie," Emo added.
"I remember it as though it were yesterday!" Lemo exclaimed.
"Uh...Lemo, it was yesterday..." Andrew said.
For once the compartment was in absolute silence. Briefly.
"On top of spaghetti,
all covered in cheese,
I lost my poor meat ball,
when somebody sneezed,
I pulled out my shot gun,
shot him through the head,
He sneezed on my meatball-"
Everyone moaned and threw Every Flavour Beans at Lemo who said,
"What! Don't you like my singing!"
"No!"
Everyone began laughing.
"What do you think will happen to the 'astounding, stunning, amazing, incredible, alluring, impressive' Gilderoy Knockharp?" Mione asked.
"Mangos probably."
"Shite," Lemo whistled, "Where did you learn that Andy?"
"Dad," Andy said focused on the paper in front of her.
"Hey, if we get really stuck on where to meet up, well I'm sure my mum wouldn't mind much if you guys show up..." Emo said throwing some saved Every Flavour Beans in her mouth.
"My parents would probably let you guys come over as well..." Andrew said thoughtfully, "Except, you guys will have to put up with Grandpa going on about the Nazis..."
"I think your Grandpa's cool!" Andy said laughing, she stopped writing for a moment.
"Andy, what are you doing?" Lemo asked.
"I'm writing a book."
"About what?"
"An orphan who finds out he's a wizard, it's called 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone.' It's based on a boy who doesn't know he's a wizard and-"
"What a loser."
"Andrew, you didn't know you were a wizard until last year-"
"But I had a an inkling."
"You're an idiot, you didn't know-"
"And why Harry? Why not Andrew?" Andrew asked trying to get a look at her story.
"'Cause I said so," Andy replied shortly before kissing him on the forehead and continuing her writing.
"But Harry Potter is a dumb name Andy..." Lemo said, agreeing with Andrew.
"Lemo, Harry Potter was your idea for the name. Remember? I couldn't come up with-"
"Shuddup..."
"What's the story line based on?" Mione asked with genuine interest.
"Our first year!" Andy exclaimed with enthusiasm, "Except, I'm going to change it slightly and I'm-"
"Hmmph, like any one's going to read something like that..." Barry muttered.
So...Drumroll and fanfare thing... That's Barry Saucepan and the Unnessary Sequel! Tell what you think of the whole story! Good/Bad? Lame/Funny? Sad/Happy? Black/White? To be/Not to be? Happy with the couples? Happy with the casualties? Happy with the story over all? Would you like a third Barry Saucepan instalment? Tell me! Thanks to all my FANTASTIC reviews, so loyal, sheds tear especially: I am a Banana! Lemo! WarriorByNight! Thanks sooooooooooo much and if you vote in favor of a 3rd Barry Saucepan, well then watch this space!
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( Song made up by the real Lemo in a no doubt sugar inflicted moment.)