Thanks for the 'plug', Edge!

What bird? A ferret is a small weasel-like critter.

Great dare, Edge! Nice way to reveal the reason behind Snape & Harry's absences near the end... tag! Very funny!

For real???
I didn't know that a ferret is not a bird...
*cries*
Thanks for the info, evlpez!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Ok, I don't care if that was on purpose or not - that was just too funny

Super funny, Edgebert! I like when the Pigs "gratify?" the thestrals... but what's FMD? Oh, and someone else did this dare, but they had someone "grafiti" the thestrals... which is entirely different. And that's why spelling is so important.

Anyway... MWA!

Why wasn't I in this one? *cries, but then realizes she's being a dummy head and stops*

yay! go you!
hahaha, i loved that ferret, it was very cool
<--- me

cool dare keep up the evil-ness

Lupin’s search for Lotus was put all in vain. He was feeling very confused and frustrated, mainly because he lost one of his clever experiment, or maybe because he felt something for Lotus. He nearly broke into tears, so Hermione and Ron tried to console him.
“There, there, Remus. We’ll help you find her.”
Ron said to Hermione, “Now, don’t go playing Harry’s part just because he’s not here!” He then asked Remus, “What does she look like, assuming that she’s a girl?”
“A girl?! Why…” Lupin looked at Alcide, who looked just as confused as he is. “yes she is. ‘She’ is Australian and got this obsession for wicked queens and underpants gnomes.”
A random light bulb suddenly lit up and Ron exclaimed, “I met ‘her’, during that time when I was wrongfully abducted by b2m.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow and twirled her hair, then said, “That alibi again. Would you stop telling lies? I guess that’s the reason why I don’t get attracted to you so much!”
“Fine! If you don’t believe me, maybe you will after you see this.” He brought out videotape from his pocket whilst Alcide brought in the room a random TV.
Hermione was puzzled with this whole scenario, so she asked how they got stuff like this.
Alcide replied, “Duh! I’m a Muggle too, you know, not just a werewolf. And haven’t you heard of this thing called the ‘internet’? ‘Tis pretty helpful, you know.”
“Guys, guys, could we just get on with this, or the author wouldn’t finish his story.”
“Right you are, Remus!” I said while sitting in a random chair and eating popcorn that popped from out of nowhere. The video played, and we find Ron on the screen.


ooc: More after a few short breaks.

Hey! I remember abducting Ronnikins!!! That was fun! Thanks for reminding me Edge!!! I'm gunna have fun tonight! *hint hint*

Toodles!

Hahahahahahaha!!! Good job EJ! PAMS!

Cool, EJ!

I just joined, check out my fic, The Characters Confuzzled

The Great and Terrible Zymurgy has read your fic and liked it. Deal.

Woot! Finally, the continuation of the previous bit is here!

ooc: This part is inspired by the great “Chris”… It contains lots of smilies and most of the characters here are non-HP. And I forgot to say thanks to all your wonderful replies. The abduction that I’m talking about is in my fifth story with CatDGame’s dare…

Ron: *is sleeping*
B2m:
Ron: What the? Where am I?
B2m: You’re in the forest, silly!
Ron: Why did you abduct me?
B2m: For no reason. I just want you to come with me.
Ron:
B2m: Uh-oh. Something wicked this way comes.
Hagrid: *wearing a strainer on his head and waving a spatula* Ahoy there, b2m and Ron!
Ron: Hagrid, what’s up with the costume?
Hagrid: Don’t I look pweety. :wub: *regains composure then whistled* Come here my preciousnezz…

-=Skrewts appeared, dressed in kilts and holding maracas=-
Ron: :whisle:
Zy: *sprang out from behind the bushes, pounces Hagrid*
B2m:
Ron:
Hagrid: *got up* Sheesh, Zy, don’t go scaring me like that!
Zy: Why are you trying to command my evil army? Why did you so blatantly ridiculed them? Why do I feel more for you than for Snape?
Hagrid: *looks at the author* Ask him.
Edge: :whisle:
Zy: :crack_whip:
Ron: Run Edge Run!
Edge: :adminchase:
Zy: I’ll be back later for you and your, I mean, my army, Hagrid. *blows a kiss and stalks Edge*
Hagrid: Well, best be off. And b2m, you can use one of my, or Zy’s, skrewts to travel to wherever your hearts desire.
B2m: :bouncy: Come on, Ron!
-=b2m and Ron rode on a skrewt and went to Australia.=-
random person: banana_wtf
Ron:
Lotus: That’s a llama! Welcome to Australia, mate! Crazy people live here.
Cass: *passes by* I just want to make an appearance, after not being here the last time. *runs out*
B2m: *hugs Lotus* Good to see you!
Lotus: *is hugged* Yesh… you too! How’s life treating you?
B2m: Super-busy. I had to delete my fic about Rastaban because of it. :/ I hope you take good care of Ron.
Ron: *le confoosed* You're leaving me here?
B2m: Sorry, can’t explain! *drops a penny* Take Philip!
Secretive_Phoenix: *lurks* Has anyone seen George?
Lotus:
Ron: Were you talking about my brother, or someone else? *le confoosed*
Secretive_Phoenix: Nope. My purple chicken. :sad:
Lotus: :petpet: Ask Cass. She just passed by.
Secretive_Phoenix: Sure! *runs after Cass*
Lotus: :whisle:
Ron:
Lotus:
Ron: :bouncy:

-=Lotus and Ron traveled around Australia on the llama. They stopped by the Sydney Opera House=-
random group: :music_band:
Ron: Cool! What’s your name?
random lead singer: We’re the *bus honks* *points somewhere* He's our manager, Hungry.
-=A dwarf made an appearance=-
Hungry:
MI: *appears holding a banner which states, “I :heart: Coldplay!”*
Ron:
Hungry: Duh! The name of the band is Coldplay!
Lotus:
MI: *screams, gasps, and dies*
Lotus: *revives MI* Get a hold yourself mate!
MI: *is alive, looks at Hungry* Noooo!!!
Ron:
MI: He’s gonna eat me! *throws socks to Hungry, runs out*
random group a.k.a. Coldplay: *follows MI*
Hungry: *dies because of the thrown socks*
Ron: *looks at Hungry* That looks like one big chunk of toffee!
Lotus: *slaps Ron* He’s a dwarf, you silly!
Ron: My, my! What a lovely piece of licorice!
Lotus: *casts a spell on Ron*
Ron: :zzz:
-=Lotus dragged Ron… to somewhere… like the next scene=-
Edge: *shouts* Hey Ya!
Ron: *wakes up*
Edge: Come on down! Join the party!
Ron: *follows Edge*
Lotus: *holding a tray* Glad you’re awake! I was getting worried that it wouldn’t come off. Want some? *offers cookies*
Ron: *gets some cookies* Thanks! Haven’t eaten for quite a while…
Edge: *goes to the middle of the room* Welcome, one and all, to my first Tubberware party, *points at some containers at the corner* If you happen to fancy some of the stuff, feel free to ask me for a discount!
-=People started perusing the containers. Lotus zigzagged her way through the crowd while giving drinks and cookies. Ron sat quietly in another corner, starring somewhere random=-
Edge: *wearing a floral-pink apron* What’s bothering you, Ron?
Ron: *stood up* Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother…
Edge:
Ron: *sat back down* I want to go home! :sad: To Hogwarts, that is!
Edge: *brought out a pair of ruby slippers* Try it on. Click the heels three times while saying, “There’s no place like home!”
-=Ron tried it and it worked, but not after he got side tracked to Kansas, where Dorothy tried getting back her slippers=-
Epilogue: The video received 4 stars from famous critics. Hermione finally believed Ron’s alibi. Remus and Alcide went on a quest to find Lotus. Coldplay and MI lived happily ever after, as well as Zy, Hagrid and the skrewts. As for Harry and Snape, I guess they’ll appear more on my next fic, along with Cass, o’course…


Medraut's dare:
1. Secretive_Phoenix must go on a search for her lost purple chicken named George
2. Hagrid must wear a strainer on his head and carry around a spatula which he uses to command his army of skrewts or flamingos
3. Some EEFFD member must fall in love with Hagrid and his army *cough* Zymurgy *cough*
4. The dwarf "Hungry" must make an appearance and a character in the fic must spaz out and be afraid "Hungry" is going to eat them
5. Someone (not Hungry) must start seeing people as candy
6. Edge must host a tubberware party (wearing a very feminine apron )to which Ron attends, Lotus must serve refreshments
Due date: 15th Feb.

Haha! Edgey you're so funny! Yes, life is super-busy for me...*sigh* Great job! You always make me laugh! teehee (see?)

Toodles with Noodles! :sorcerer:

great EJ

ROTFL

its really good
go you!

I like my random appearances. I also like the script format. i think I'm feeling a... inspirational moment coming on... Nevermind. It was a burp. LOL... wow. I crack myself up today.

*runs away*

Harry hopelessly tried to flatten his hair whilst looking at the mirror. He had received an invitation to “Professor Snape’s Annual St. Patrick’s Day Luau”. Actually, this was Professor Snape’s first time to throw a party. Who would ever imagine Snape hosting a party? I would, of course. Yes, that would be good times, good times.
Ron entered the dormitories, stood beside Harry and tried to fix his bow tie. “Say Harry, why are we going to Snape’s party?”
“I have a couple of reasons. One, we get free food! Two, most of the students are there, and it would be bad for my image if I didn’t mingle with my fans. And three, who would ever resist Snape?!”
Ron eyed me menacingly, I don’t know why, then he shrugged. “Mmmkay… You the boss, I’m just the humble sidekick.”
The two went down to the common room, and saw Hermione putting something on Neville’s shoulders.
“Gasp! ‘Mione, are those wings?”
“Faerie wings to be exact! Neville wanted to stand out amongst the crowd.”
“I feel pretty, pretty like a butterfly!” Neville said in a singsong manner, whilst running around in circles, trying to flap his wings.
Harry then interrupted. “Um… ‘tis not a Secret Fairy Convention we’re attending… It’s the St. Patrick’s Day Luau!”
“Whatever… well, follow me, my pretties!” and with that said, Neville flew out of the portrait hole, with Hermione right behind feeling oh-so-happy, and Harry and Ron, who both shook their heads and wished that they could’ve done the same thing.
As they walked out of the oak front doors and towards the grounds, a lovely sight greeted them. The area near the lake was enchanted to look like the beach. It seemed like even Professor Dumbledore did this feat himself, because we see the Headmaster trying to overcome a 50-feet wave, riding his skateboard. On the beach were hut-like kiosks, and because of the theme, they were adorned with shamrocks and were run by leprechauns.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville the faerie decided to go to the main tent were all the food was placed. On the way, they saw Professor Flitwick being prodded on by Professor McGonagall to dance with the newly cooked roasted pig which was doing the boogie. Flitwick promised that he would, but only if Professor McGonagall would kiss a tiki torch that was burning red hot. And so they shook hands, and after a few minutes, Madame Pomfrey rushed into the scene with stretchers, muttering something as March being the Fire Prevention Month whilst bringing the professor to the hospital wing for second-degree burns.
The students finally got the time to approach the food table after the incident. Neville picked up a plate and filled it with pineapples, pineapples and more pineapples. Oh, did I say pineapples? Anyways, Harry gave him an odd look and tried putting some barbecued pork into his plate. But Neville the faerie gave Harry a menacing look and puffed, “I’m on a diet. Buzz off!” And he flew on top of a coconut tree.
Meanwhile, Ron was frantically searching for a particular, or maybe a random delicacy. Hermione was getting dizzy by just looking at Ron’s raucous behavior, so she held him by his collar to stop, and then she inquired. “What are you so worried about?”
“The pies.” He sighed. “Who ate all the pies? There must be at least a groundhog pie here! Even if not, any kind of pie would do.”
He turned over a large punch bowl hoping there was some pies underneath, but there aren’t any, and the bowl fell on Mrs. Norris.
Hermione pointed out, “Why don’t you ask Snape? He threw this party, you know. He must’ve some kind of explanation.”
“Yeah. Speaking of the sexy angel, where is he?” Harry added. He got no answer, so he decided to look at a rock-shaped garbage can, but no Snape there, only a gooey Mrs. Norris.
After a few moments, our host finally arrived, wearing a rather gorgeous… tatatara-tada… green cross.
Sounds of disgust, awe and admiration were heard from the crowd. And in a blink of an eye, they went back to whatever they were doing, particularly frolicking on the beach.
“Yo Professor! Whaddup wit da get-up?”
“Now, now, Draco. Talk nicely. As you can see, I’m just trying to fit in with the occasion. I’m wearing green, because I don’t want anyone to pinch my delicate skin. My dress is shaped like a cross, be cause St. Patrick is a saint, you get the picture. And…” He pulled something from behind him, and put it around his waist. “I wouldn’t call it a luau if I didn’t get the opportunity to dance the hula now, would I? Oh, girls!!!”
He whistled and clapped his hands, as if he was calling somebody. And out came from a random hut, five EEFF darers. Cass lead the pack, who looked so stunning in her skirt, she could’ve stolen the show from Snape. There were also Zy, Kris and Emma, who were all desperately trying to cover their mouths with their hands, hoping no one could see them drool. Lastly, we have Lotus, wearing a bushranger’s hat and a gerbera on her ear, proudly representing Australia.
Out of nowhere, the theme song of “Lilo and Stitch” played, and the six people began swaying their hips. I might describe it a bit more, but I got lazy/busy watching, so just imagine it.
As others, *cough*especiallyme*cough* were watching the show, Harry suddenly hugged Ron. “There’s something about you that’s causing me to hug you. It’s like I don’t have a will of my own.” Ron replied, in a voice which is reminiscent Potter Puppet Pals, “I love you, Harry.”
Neville swooped down from the coconut tree wherein he was perched a while ago and yelled, “Slash! Slash!” I think he was trying to get Zy’s attention, but she was to busy doing her thing on the dance floor that she forgot to summon the Slash Monster. Neville tried to take matters in his own hand so he took his wand, pointed it to Harry and Ron, who have separated from each other, and Neville muttered Agadi Agudu.
Neville forgot that he was a faerie at that moment, and he also forgot that faeries who do harmful things to others would find that their plans wouldn’t work, but would backfire to them. So instead of Harry and Ron being hexed, the spell hit Neville back and he was blown up to the sky by a big rocket, which turned out to be an enormous fireworks. The crowd below watched in awe as the rocket blew up to pieces and produced different colors, and also sending Neville to a nearby cloud.
At last, the party ended, everyone was happy, Snape didn’t dare to drive because he was drunk. Furthermore, they forgot that Neville the faerie was still somewhere there up the sky.

Marcella_Riddle's dare:
The fic must include the lines:
"Who ate all the pies?"
"I feel pretty, pretty like a butterfly."
It must also include:
*Snape cross-dressing.
*Someone kissing an inanimate object.
*A charmed dancing item of food.
*A spell backfiring that has funny consequences
Due date: 23rd March.

Biochemkris's dare:
1) Snape throws a party- any occasion you want.
2) Someone must say, "There's something about you that's causing me to hug you. It's like I have no will of my own."
3) Two characters hook up at the party- you choose.
4) The Evil Elite make an appearance at some point.
Due date: 20th March.

Teehee. Have I mentioned how evil you are? That was great! So evil in pink tights! Mwahahaa!

toodles with noodles,
b2m

p.s.- I've kidnapped my Ronnikins again!

Thanks, b2m. And you're so naughty!
I think I'll make another story about that... we'll see...
I'll be following what others might have done and post my MOAFF entry here. I didn't even think that it's verrrrry long!

One day…
Michael Jackson went to prison. No, no not because of his deeds, but because he had to. His number one fan, whose identity is withheld and wishes to be called Medraut, participated in an “I-will-defend-Michael-Jackson-with-my-whole-life-and-anyone-who-is-against-me-I-would-fight” fight, and Michael wants to thank her personally for her good deed.
As he entered the prison, he was greeted by multiple banners, including “We love you, Michael, but not our kids!” and “The longer you stay, the longer you stay.” Amazingly, no media was present, it seems that they opted to cover the Lotus-Lucius wedding. Any who, as he was being ushered towards Medraut’s cell, a very tall person with long, silver beard called upon him.
“Yoo-hoo! Jackie, is that you?” And Michael turned his head and screamed a little.
“Dumbo? What’re you doing here?” <span style='color:blue'>[Weird pet names, me thinks.]
“I’ve been caught drinking while driving. So, came here to join me?”
“Not this time, old pal. I’ve got some visiting to do.”
“Oh, goody. So, you can get me out?”
“Sure.” And with a wave of his hand and a pinch of his nose, the guards opened Dumbledore’s cell and ushered him out.
“Come on. We’ve got lot of ground to cover. How’s Grindy?” “Don’t you read Choco Frog Cards anymore? I defeated him once in a very gruesome battle of Gobstones, and ever since that, he retired and decided to open a club on top of Mt. Fuji.”
Michael shook his head and sighed, while Dumbledore continued, “Hey, want to visit Hogwarts?”
“Sure,” and they left, leaving Medraut who never got even a one-line speech.

The next day…
Dumbledore and Mr. Jackson arrive at Hogsmeade, and Michael’s eyes and mouth started to water. What could the reason be?
I looked from him to where his attention is. I knew it. The latest styles of robes and scarves are already out, but I think that’s not it. I then looked to the right, and found a big onion surrounded by something random. That would sure make eyes and mouth water but I doubt it. I still searched the entire place and spotted Dobby carrying a very big Parmesan cheese. I decided to ask him what it’s for but I was distracted by something and apparently, this is the REAL reason for Michael’s misbehavior.
Three persons, me thinks, were walking towards our direction, carrying a very large ring and singing, “We’re off to see the Wizard… The wonderful Wizard of Oz.” I was surprised as this trio moved closer, and recognized them as Harry, Ron and Hermione.
“Goodness, what happened to you three?” Dumbledore questioned.
Hermione moved forward and said boldly, “We are the Fellowship and we’re on our quest to rid this town of evil.” And she took out a sexy, but short sword from her scabbard.
“Calm down, dearest,” Michael said, and he turned his attention to the ring-bearer. “Hello Scar-boy. My, my, who’s your hairstylist?” He asked while examining Harry’s long hair.
“Unhand me, Sir Nose-a-lot. I’m ‘Sorry Rumble’, the Lord of the Onion rings.” And he swiped Michael’s hand away from his hair and pointed to the large onion. “There it is, Mount Doomonion! ‘Tally ho!”
And the three charged forward where the onion is, but was halted by Dobby, using the cheese as a barricade.
“Young misters and miss, thou shalt not pass! Face the wrath of Lord Sauerkraut and his trusted servant, ME!”
The cheese began to move and produced seven holes. Green gases were emitted from the six holes, and the largest and middle hole became the “Eye.” People from around began coughing and fainting as effects of the abominable smell. Then suddenly, a white horse appeared, and riding on it was a hooded figure wearing a sombrero and carrying maracas. The rider stepped down and began to hum. He then shake his maracas, bumped and grinded, and afterwards began to dance and sing.
“La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha, enchilada, blah, blah, blah;
“La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha, el burrito, el salsa!”
The one-eyed cheese let out a shrill sound and Dobby covered his eyes and muttered, “The horror!” The cheeses melted, so everybody took some nachos and began to eat.
‘Sorry Rumble’ approached the hooded rider and said, “Oh thank you, Vandalfart. That was a nice save.”
Vandalfart took down his sombrero and revealed his’ snakey eyes. “I guess I win the ‘Enticing Eyes’ award, now that the ‘Lord of the Rings’ trilogy has ended.” He then shakes Harry’s hand, rode on the horse and set of to the sunset. Finally ‘Sorry Rumble’ placed the ring on top of the large onion, and a blinding, white light engulfed the premises.
After the dilemma, we find everybody changed back to normal, and we see Michael scratching his nose so hard it nearly fell.
Michael and Dumbledore then decided to visit the Three Broomsticks. As they walked toward the door, an announcement scroll called their attention. Dumbledore read it loud, so I can share it to you folks.
“Are you made to hog the mayor ship of Hogsmeade? Then enter at your own risk and sign-up as a candidate.
“For those who are not concerned, don’t you dare read this!!! Comprende? Good!”
Dumbledore sighed and said, “If only I’m not the Headmaster, I would join this shindig.”
“Well, I’m not! So, I’ll accept this dare.” Michael then went inside, with Dumbledore behind, looking puzzled.
“Uh, can you? Number one, you’re not a wizard and number two, you don’t live here.”
“Neither does she.” And he pointed at Cassirin, who was looking quite maleficent. He then added, “Besides, I can be magical if you want me to.” [The author doesn’t wa