Disclaimer: I don't own Corpse Bride… which totally sucks because I am a hardcore Tim Burton fan.

Meanwhile at the vacant community center, Harry's Girl, Victor, Nausicaa, Victoria, Random, and Emily were unpacking the sock monkeys and it ended up that they were up to their necks in sock monkeys.

"This is going to be difficult…" Harry's Girl mumbled through the sock monkeys.

"I think we'll need to call in some reinforcements." Nausicaa replied. "You know what to do." She said to Random.

Random, being buried under a mountain of primates made from feet garments, raised her hand out from the pile and gave a thumbs up. It went back under and they all knew that Random was using a cell phone to call Jack Sparrow, Wallace, Gromit, Lady Tottington, Victor Quartermaine, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. Within thirty seconds, they randomly poofed out of nowhere.

"Um… why are we on a mountain of sock monkeys?" Harry asked.

"I don't know…" Ron replied. "I find it a bit odd that I was sitting on the couch with you guys and we randomly poofed here."

"Yeah," Hermione added. "I didn't even want to apparate here. I don't even know where 'here' is."

"Relax," said a rum soaked cockney accent. It was Jack Sparrow, climbing up the mountain of sock monkeys. "You're at an abandoned community center and we were called here to help some great people."

"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed. "It's a muggle pirate!"

"What did you call me?" Jack asked confusedly.

"A muggle…" Hermione said. "I'm a witch and my two friends are wizards."

Gromit climbed up from the edge of the hill with Wallace, Lady Tottington, and Victor Quartermaine in tow. Victor Quartermaine was all bruised up because evil mountain goats attacked him.

"Great!" Random said as everyone else climbed up from their primate-filled prison. "Everyone's here!"

"First things first," Harry said. "Who are you and where are we?"

"I'm Random Little Writer!" Random exclaimed.

"I'm Harry's Girl 01031992!" Harry's Girl said.

"I'm Nausicaa of the Spirits." Nausicaa said.

"I'm Victor Van Dort, and this is my wife, Victoria." Victor added as Victoria waved shyly.

"I'm Emily!" Emily exclaimed. "And that's Jack Sparrow, Wallace, Lady Tottington, Gromit, and Victor Quartermaine." They all waved.

"We called you here because we need your help getting rid of these sock monkeys so we can make stink bombs out of them in order to stop the paparazzi." Harry's Girl said.

A look of disturbance came upon Ron's face. "P-p-p-paparazzi?" he stuttered.

"What's wrong?" Lady Tottington asked.

"Ron's got an irrational fear of the paparazzi." Hermione explained. "Ever since they caught him singing with a dead fish, he's afraid they will expose him to the world."

"Ha ha ha ha!" Victor Q. randomly laughed. "I like pa-sketti!"

"So…" Emily said. "Do you think you can help us?"

"Yes, ma'am." Wallace said. "I made some limburger bombs on the way over here to put in the sock monkeys."

"Do you think you guys can make a levitating line of sock monkeys?" Harry's Girl inquired to Harry, Hermione, and a trembling Ron.

"That would be no problem!" Harry said.

"Can you stuff the sock monkeys, Mr. Insensitive Rabbit Killer?" Random said to Victor Q.

"I think armadillos are the bomb diggity!" Victor Q. said in a voice like it would come from a person with a concussion.

"I think we can take that as a yes." Victor V. said.

"What about us?" Emily asked referring to Victor V., Victoria, Lady Tottington, Gromit, Wallace, Harry's Girl, Random, and Nausicaa.

"Um… we can plan an ambush when the paparazzi come again." Harry's Girl replied.

"Are we going to be paid?" Ron asked.

"Yeah." Nausicaa said. "In Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Cake."

"WHOO!" Everyone exclaimed happily. They then went on with their work.

Sorry if this chapter was so short... how did you guys like this one? Good? Bad? Ugly? Tell me in your reviews and ice cream cake, portraits of Ron, Harry, and Jack Sparrow, and some Mountain Dew will be sent out... Happy reviewing!

-Harry's Girl 01031992

"If I hadn't just been sitting in it, I'd say you lost your mind."

-The Maggot from Corpse Bride