Harry's a Pothead and the Socerer's Stoned

Harry's a Pothead and the Sorcerer's Stoned

Once there was a circus called Hogy and Swartz. The ringmaster, a once brilliant doorman for a five star hotel who came to be missing a few bolts, was named Albus Doubledoors. His assistant, Mineral McGonagall, was a strange woman who most said was a bit of a health nut. This circus, like every other circus, consisted of clowns, an announcer, a lion tamer, and a magician. The clowns were lead by a boy with the name of Macco Cartoy. The other clowns, Crack and Gargle, were slower than your average performer but stronger than your average clown. Macco had always hated being a clown. He really wanted to be a lion tamer, but Harry Potter took that position. Harry and his lion, Ron Beastly, were the main attraction- that is - other than Nicolas Flannel. Nick was the magician, or sorcerer as he liked to be called, that always wore a flannel cape. Nick also liked the flannel underwaer that mached. In fact, he liked it so much he wore it on the outside. Yes, that is Nick Flannel that unfortunate fashion statement started. Back to our story... A long time ago when Hogy and Swartz was first founded there had been a different sorcerer. This sorcerer was a man who called himself Lord Moldedwart. A strange name for a man with no wart let alone a molded one. This is beside the point. Moldedwart had been thrown out of the circus for his a-little-too-perfect disappearing act which he had used on a poor audience member, Bertha Jorkins. Now he wanted revenge on the one who took his place as residence magician- Flannel. In this particular circus, if drugs were found on any of their performers person, they could be dismissed. It was Moldedwarts plan to make the sorcerer seem stoned, but he would need an insider to do the dirty work- someone who wanted to 'dismiss' someone as much as he did. That's right, Macco Cartoy (bum, bum, bum). But someone was on their case. I bet you can't guess who it is. No... no... no... okay I'll tell you. That someone was the announcer, Harmonica Stranger. She informed the ringmaster and the culprits were sent to St. Brutus' Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Circus Boys. The moral of the story is that you should never try to prove that Harry's a Pothead or that the Sorcerer's Stoned.

Latter on in the wonderful adventures of a stupid parody:

Harry latter tries something other than lion taming in Harry's a Pothead in the Chamber of Commerce.

Harry's modeling career crashes when he gets a bad tan. Read about it in Harry's a Pothead and a Prisoner of A-bad-tan.

Harry tries out the homeless (hobo for those of you who are obscenely rich and need to be told in various ways) life in Harry's a Pothead and has a Goblet of Whiskey.

Harry finally tries to be a tad bit brighter in Harry's a Pothead and has to Order Phonix. (Watch out Albert Einstein, here comes Harry Pothead- I mean Potter).