A/N: This story involves more of the other siblings. George and Fred don't show up until a little later in the story. This was going to be called: Taking Over the World with a Gnome Army and Other Pursuits Including Tag, but I couldn't fit it in.

Ages:

Ginny- 5

Ron- 6

Fred and George- 8

Percy- 10

Charlie- 14

Bill- 15

Enjoy

"Ginny, you're it!" called Ron. His little sister pouted.

"Ron, I was it already," she complained. Charlie, who saw a temper tantrum brewing, intervened.

"It's alright, Ginny, I'll be it," he said soothingly. The little girl brightened.

"Thank you, Charlie!" She flung her arms around his waist.

"No problem. Now, run, or you'll be it again!" Charlie laughed. She nodded, obligingly trotting away. Charlie looked at Bill evilly, and shot off after his brother. He chased him around, until Bill tripped over a particularly slow chicken.

"Ha!" Charlie said, pouncing on him. Bill grumbled loudly.

"Fine," he replied. "Charlie? Where are Fred and George?" he asked worriedly. Charlie got up and looked around. His parents had banished them to the yard for the day, and locked the doors, so they couldn't be inside.

"I don't have my wand with me, do you?" Charlie looked at Bill.

"No," he answered. "And Mum and Dad would have theirs inside with ours, so I suppose there's nothing to worry about. You think we should find them anyway?" Bill asked.

"No. They can't be up to too much trouble without wands," Charlie said confidently. "Don't be such a mother duck, Bill!"

Bill got up and ran after Charlie. When he proved to be too fast, he went after Ron and Ginny instead. Soon, the older boys forgot about the missing twins.

"Rise, my garden gnome army!" said Fred, frustrated. George simply looked perplexed.

"Why are we doing this again?" he asked. Fred looked at his brother scornfully.

"To take over the world, of course. You've seen the number of these things running around, haven't you?" Fred explained patiently. "Well, with them, we could form a dangerous army."

"Oh… I get it," said George, even though he had no idea what his brother was talking about.

"No you don't," Fred shot back with a grin. "Anyway, let's do this." George nodded resolutely. They stood side by side, looking down at the gnome hole they were in front of.

"Hey… Gnomes? I want to take over the world, and I'm on a bit of a tight schedule. D'you mind coming out here?" asked Fred politely. A loud chattering noise came from within the hole, and a stubby hand emerged to make a hand gesture. Neither of the boys knew what it meant, but they were sure it was rude. Quick as lightning, Fred grabbed the hand and pulled it out. The gnome was as ugly as gnomes could be, and Fred told it so.

The angry little gnome blew a raspberry at them. Giving vent to his annoyance, Fred spun it around and around, and then let it go. The gnome flew out of his hands and hit a tree with a clunk. The twins winced simultaneously. The gnome got up unsteadily, and wandered out of the garden.

George's eyes widened. "Fred! I have an idea! We can get all of them out of the hole and distract them, and then make them join our army," he said excitedly. Fred nodded. Together, they lay in wait for the other gnomes.

Several hours later, Charlie and Bill headed into the back garden, only to see a most peculiar sight.

"Join our army, vermin!" George was screaming. Fred, coming up from the edge of the yard, was busy kicking a very confused gaggle of garden gnomes in front of him. All around, more gnomes staggered around, some with crossed eyes, others weaving back and forth.

"That's the lot, George," Fred called. His eyes widened as he saw Bill and Charlie. "Hullo," he said weakly. George looked up and froze. The younger twin stretched a very guilty looking smile over his face.

"What are you doing?" asked Bill, who regained use of his voice first. Charlie crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Taking over the world…" said Fred meekly. Charlie covered his face with his hands.

"Ah," he said, unable to think of anything else to say. Bill shook his head and began walking back to the front of the house.

Turning around, he said to George, "We didn't see anything. Come on, Charlie," he added. As soon as they were alone again, Fred and George shared a relieved look.

"Good thing they didn't see our real plan," Fred said. George grinned wickedly. They pulled a rope, and sliding on the end of it came a huge pile of gnomes, all tied together with lengths of old cord. Behind them, they heard the back door open and close. Looking at it, they saw a shocked Molly Weasley.

"ARTHUR!" she screamed loudly.

"Oh, boy," Fred murmured. "Not again. My left buttock still hurts on rainy days!" George only groaned.

A/N: Did I overuse the whole 'Fred's left buttock' thing? It feels a little overused. Let me know. I must fix it, if so…