Baldy Potter still isn't ordinary and he's still got a Christmas tree on his bratty forehead.
At least, I assume it's his forehead...
At any rate, one day Baldy was in prison. A guy in a white, powdery, curly wig came in his cell and said, "If you kill the Firey Goblin, then you can go free!"
The man lef and a monster came in. The monster ate a packet of 2-year-old mustard, giving him stinky breath hotter than fire. He breathed on Baldy and nearly killed him.
Maybe, thought Baldy, if I utter some altered latin words, I can get some demons to kill it for me.
"Muerto mucho!" cried Baldy, and the creature died.
"Congratulatons," said the dude in the wig. "You get to go free! ... To the circus tonight!"
