Author's Note: Well, I think I have redone all the old chapters. Crap. That means I have to like make up new crap. Damn… I am so not feeling creative. This suckssssss.

Chapter 23: Look at that kick a lamp.

Harry looked up at the title of this chapter "What? What? This is so not chapter twenty-three."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" asked Hermione.

"The chapter," he pointed upward. "Don't you guys see it?" everyone looked at him. What was he talking about? "The chapter title," Harry continued "Those big words up there that say chapter twenty-three. This is clearly not chapter twenty-three."

Maybe the writer of the fic is lazy and didn't want to have to go look at what chapter it was. It isn't like it matters, no one is reading this.

Ginny ran up to the group. She looked around for a second because Harry was pointing at something and everyone was looking at him like he was crazy. Ginny shrugged, no one was reading this anyway. She pulled out a lamp that was in the shape of a sweater.

"Guys! Check out this really cool lamp."

"Whoa, it looks exactly like Jeff Probst's head," noted Ron.

"No, it looks like John Hughes," corrected George.

Ginny looked at the sweater again. 'What were these people seeing?' She thought.

"John Hughes?" asked Harry "It looks exactly like Macaulay Culkin."

Ginny looked at the lamp again. 'What? What?'

Hermione laughed "Hey, that's funny. Cause John Hughes wrote Home Alone… and Macaulay Culkin was in it." Everyone stared at her, blankly. Hermione stared back. "Screw this!" she ran off into the distance.

Suddenly, Gary Coleman ran up and grabbed the lamp away from Ginny. "I am the best child star there ever was! MACAULAY CULKIN IS CRAP!" he yelled, and smashed the lamp to smithereens.

"HELL NO!" yelled Fred. "MACUALY CULKIN IS THE BEST CHILD STAR EVER!"

"NOT ACCORDING TO VH1!" counterattacked Arnold Jackson. I mean… Gary Coleman.

Fred stared at him. "You suck."

Everyone nods. Gary cries. Everyone else cheers. The writer of this fic goes to get a Snapple.

WHAT! NO SNAPPLE! The world has truly come to an end.

"Damn. I was going to say something," said Harry "But now I can't remember what it was."

"Yeah, don't you hate it when that happens?" asked Mione

I know I do.

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Annie/Note: Short. Crappy. But I still love it. REVIEW! I frickin hate it when people read stories and then don't review. If you hate it, tell me. If you love it, tell me. If you are just reading this because FFN killed Slinky and you are really bored, tell me. If you enjoy all of our subtle running bits, tell me. If you hope I fall down a staircase, tell me. Kay? Kay. Now… I need chapstick, my lip hurts.