Cool, I have 3 whole reviews! Wow, go me, I win. I want to thank silverpheonix2, for making me feel like less of a loser; you get a washer/dryer set and a lifetime supply of lint. Yay! This next chapter might be a bit shorter than normal, because I said so. Deal with it, although I think only one person is reading this. Besides me. Ya know. This one involves a goat napping and a narrative to try to find out who did done it. Sorta. Yep. Wow. Oh, just read the story! God, it's not like anyone reads all of what's up here or anything. And if any of ya peoples try to report me... I'll just keep reposting and reposting, and If I'm suspended, I'll just create a new person, and then you'lll be screwed! NO FLAMES OR ELSE CAUSE I SAID SO! So don't read the story if it will not correspond with the charaters.If it's random, don't read it, you little people.Taking the book a bit too seriously... of course this doesn't apply to the people who've been r&r, they are awesome! READ!- No romance for anyone, yet.

Harry was now cleaning out his toes with Wizard's Chess pieces, telling them to stop trying to cut off his toes. I thought a toothpick would suffice, but... you know Harry these days. Kblibly the talking chickenstrip was galivanting around Harry's brain. Yep.

"I can't seem to find my hat," said an unimportant character. Then, a cow from Moscow came soaring down and then a rodeo of circus peanuts were singing Mary Had a Little Lamb. I thought I would just add that in there.

"OMG! Somebody took... somebody... they... EEEEEK!" shouted Harry as loudly as possible, then he giggled.

" Harry, what happened?" shouted Ron, who came running down the halls and ran right into a door that was randomly swung open. For the third time. Today.

" THEY TOOK MY... GOOOOAAATTT! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" cried Harry.

" Well... good." said that stupid unimportant character that nobody cares about.

" Hey, that hurts" said the charater

Author:Oh, well, sorry.

" Apology accepted" that.. whatever said.

Author: BY the way, when I said sorry, I forgot to tell you something... I LIED! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ( a/n: a little tribute to Eddie Guerrero, Smackdown superstar, he kinda passed away, so...)

" I like pudding, yes I doooooo! I like pudding, how bout yoouuuu?" sang Draco in the Slytherin common room place.

" Eem, look away, all of you!" he shouted to the first years around him who all started crying hysterically. What babies, I mean, really!

" With my new plan, I shall find out what the hell is wrong with... ah, wait , don't tell me... I got it...wait... uh, that person. Yeah.Oh, Potter, I really do wonder what his first name is, I only call him by last name. I'll have to look into that sometime." he mused aloud.

" DRACO! WHAT DID I JUST SAY?" shouthed Sniveley Snape from all the way in Achoo-bless-you-stan, a little-known country off the coast of Madagascar.

Draco scampered off before he had to go outside without his night-night lankie(blanket) again.

Harry frantically kept searching in Hermione's hair every few minutes to look for his goat. Ron would clap and giggle everytime he started, cause he thought it was funny.

" Harry, I really doubt the goat would be in my hair" said Hermione, not affected by the author somehow, cause she was one of the bestest characters ever.

" How would you know? I found this soft-nose laser gun, a grenade, forty-five books on Assasinating Redheads, a helicopter manual, and a chocolate frog in there so far" said Harry, still searching through her unmanagable mane.

" A chocolate frog? I've been looking for that for months!" said Ron, completely oblivious of the other suggestive items.

A box of minuature lawnmowers and A My Little Pony stationary set hit Harry and Draco in the head in the exact same moment. Crickets chirped in each of their brains, except for Kblibly the Talking Chickenstrip, who was sing One-hit Wonders in a mini-lounge in Harry's brain. Eggs and beef jerky joined him in the chorus. How they got there, I really don't want to revolt you with the details.

Dumblydore in all his annoying twinkliness said" He who runs away, lives to pass gas another day. Martha says ' Don't eat plastic numbers off the fridge unless I says so'.Dog food isn't made for television. Lemony goodness in a bottle is't made for you, but for the evil floor who drinks it up without giving thanks to the Lemon gods."

Neville was hopping in semi-circles with a plastic noodle when... the world (insert dramatic theme song or sounds here) EXPLODED! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Well, sorry bout the wait, I am unreliable , but that's why you love me, right?...Right? Ah well, no matter.Need ideas. Need... reviews! Both would rock equally.YAY! Cookies for all who review! And for those who don't..ah heh heh...well, I'll take care of it.Holds axe in hands and smiles evilly- After all, every villain is lemons!