"So, how are we going to blow these up?" Dumbledore asked, peeking over the top of the sand dune they were crouched behind.
"Crabbe did tell me about something called dynamite, he said that if we used enough of it we could blow these all up!"
"Good, got any dynamite?"
"Um... no."
"Now what do we do?" Dumbledore sighed.
"Maybe Godzilla could destroy them for us," Bella offered.
"Who's Godzilla?"
"Some giant monster," Bella replied, "Crabbe told me about him."
"Okay then, were do we find this Godzilla?"
"Crabbe said that Godzilla terrorized New York city, so maybe we should start there."
"Great, lets go." Nothing happened.
"I've never been the New York," Dumbledore said.
"Yeah, me neither," Bella replied.
"Well, we cant go to New York to get this Godzilla guy because we've never been there, so now what do we do?"
"Lets dress up as Egyptians and go anger some Iraqis, then they'll blow up the pyramids!" Bella said excitedly, having gotten a sudden burst of inspiration.
"Why would that work?" Dumbledore asked.
"The American president says that there are terrorists in Iraq, so, if we anger the terrorists dressed as Egyptians, they'll get mad at Egyptians and blow up the pyramids,"
"Who was it that said this again?"
"The American president."
"But he's a moron."
"No he isn't," Bella argued, "Voldemort thought he was a Godsend, think about all the death and destruction he brought."
"I have a better idea."
"Really? What is it?" Bella asked.
"Why don't we just tell the Americans that terrorists are hiding in the pyramids and that the only way to destroy them is to blow up the pyramids."
"That might actually work."