Things That are Suppossed to Happen Series

Fred and George Run out of Jokes

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Fred and George were sitting in their room about to go downstairs for dinner, but first, they had to prepare that night's entertainment. Yes, it was a burden being jokesters, but it was a burden these two courageous boys were willing to shoulder.

You may be sitting here thinking, "How hard could it be? All you have to do is crack a few jokes." But these boys had to constantly come up with jokes, it was a tough job.

"Hey? Hey, George? Hey? Did you come up with any new material?" Fred inquired with a malicious glint in his eye.

George looked up slowly, "Fred, our day has come..." He replied solemnly, "Today," He paused, "Today we have run out of jokes."

Fred gasped. It couldn't be possible, not Fred and George, not the infamous Weasley twins! But it was so.

Fred swallowed, "No, no, it's not true! Tell me it's not true!" He grabbed a handful of George's robes.

George pulled Fred off of him, "It's true!" His lower lip began to tremble, "There are no more jokes to be told."

Fred collapsed onto the floor and began having a tantrum, not unlike those that two-year-olds have. He was kicking, screaming, and banging his fists on the floor.

George grabbed him and yanked him up. "Get a hold of yourself!" He spat, "Do you want THEM to notice?"

Fred nodded and wiped his eyes. Yes, it was better this way, no one should ever know.

Fred and George walked into the dining room with sombre expressions on their faces. The rest of the family looked up expectantly, "Well..." Ron voiced, "Go on, entertain us, SLAVES!"

Fred and George glanced at each other nervously. "Well," Fred began, "Have you heard the one about..."

"Yes!" The family chorused, bored looks on their faces.

"What about the one..."

"Seven times!" Ginny piped up exasperatedly.

"Um," George started beginning to lose his nerve, "H-How about the one about the skeleton...and his favourite instrument..."

The family looked quizzically up at George.

He continued in a stronger voice, "Yes, yes, his favourite instrument is the trombone!"

The family stared at George with blank expressions on their faces.

"That," Percy said finally, "Was the saddest excuse for a joke I've ever heard."

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" Ron cried.

"NO! No, we can do better!" Fred tried desperately, "Just give us another chance! Please!"

Ron looked imperiously at the twins, "One more chance, then."

Fred nervously licked his lips, he had no idea what to do. George pushed him forward, it was now or never. Fred cleared his throat and placed his hands out in from of him, almost as though there were an invisible barrier around him.

The family stared dumbstruck. "A mime?!" Ron thundered, "You try to entertain us by acting like a MIME?" He began to shake with anger.

Fred immediately stopped and stared at his brother with a horrified look on his face.

"Forget the others!" Ron cried, "I'll decapitate you myself!" He lunged at the twins, who immediately turned and bolted up the stairs locking themselves in their room.

"George," Fred began timidly, "Let's not leave this room till we finish this." He held up a copy of "100 Jokes Guaranteed to Please".