Harry Potter and The Story In Which The Fermatas Get Loose

Seona: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM THE weevil VOICE OVER, ALONG WITH MY FAITHFUL SPACE-JACKALOPES, GEORGE AND MAYBERRY SPIKE!!!!!!!

George: Does weevil mean evil?

Seona: I dunno. I was at target today and I found a birthday card with weevils on it.

Mayberry Spike: Okay...do you think we should tell everybody what the story's about?

Seona: No.

George: Yes.

Seona: No.

George: Yes.

Seona: NO!

George: YES!

Mayberry Spike: WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP ALLREADY!!!???

Seona (whispering): no!

George (whispering): yes!

Mayberry Spike: ::sighs:: Sometimes I think I'm the only one with sense here.

Seona: You're probably right.

George: Anyway...the story is about how a bunch of fermatas got loose and tried to take over Hogwarts.

Seona: HOW DARE THEY!!! THAT'S OUR JOB!!!

Mayberry Spike: What's a fermata?

George: They're those thingies in music that make you pay attention to the maestro so they can tell you how long to hold the note.

Seona: I don't like it. Next time I see one, I WON'T look at the maestro!

Mayberry Spike: You do that.

Seona: Kay!

George: Fine then, let's just start the story!

Seona: Touchy, touchy...

Harry Potter and the story in which a bunch of fermatas get loose and try to take over Hogwarts in spite of the fact that it is the job of the Killer Rabbits and Jackalopes

Mayberry Spike: Do you think that title is long enough.

Harry: Yes.

Mayberry Spike: I wasn't asking YOU, I was asking George.

Seona: What about me?

Mayberry Spike: You were the one who thought it up.

Seona: So?

Mayberry Spike: You would only compliment yourself.

Seona: I can't help the fact that it is the most superb title that anyone has ever thought of in the whole of the Galactic Alliance of...

George: I see what you mean.

Seona: Hey!

Harry: Can we talk about me now? After all, this story is about me.

Seona: Talk about self-centered.

Mayberry Spike: And you are?

Seona: I might transfer your rank for that!

Mayberry Spike: Fine, fine...

George: The title is definitely long enough.

Seona: At least someone here appreciates me...

Mayberry Spike: Okay, I guess we should start talking about Harry now.

Harry: Took you long enough.

Seona: ::laughs evilly:: ::an anvil drops on Harry's head::

Harry: Ouch! That hurt!

Seona: I HAVE POWER!!!

Harry: This is going to be a long story...

George: You bet.

Mayberry Spike: Then let's start.

George: Me first! Me first!

Seona: No, ME!

George: ME!

Seona: ME!

George: ME!

Mayberry Spike: Harry was in his room. ::backdrop comes down, and hits Harry on the head::

Seona: ::laughs evilly again::

Harry: That wasn't funny...

Seona: Yes it was. And now your scar hurts, and it's supposed to at the beginning of every book.

George: Actually, it doesn't.

Seona: Well, now it does.

Harry: ::sigh::

Mayberry Spike: Anyway, Harry had just had a bad dream, just like he did at the beginning of the fourth book. Only, this time, he dreamed about something different.

Seona: Wow!

George: ::lowers a microphone that tries to hit Harry on the head, but Harry jumps out of the way, the microphone follows him and hits him anyway::

Harry: That's getting really annoying.

Seona: I really couldn't care less.

George: Why don't you tell us about your dream, Harry?

Harry: Well, I saw Voldemort...

Mayberry Spike: What are you waiting for?

Harry: You're all supposed to flinch.

Seona: When I rule the world, flinching will be illegal.

George: You're not going to rule the world, you're going to rule New Zealand.

Seona: Oh well. I'll try to convince all of the Killer Rabbits, Jackalopes and Vilya to outlaw flinching in the countries that they rule.

George: Note taken.

Seona: Good.

Mayberry Spike: Please continue, Harry.

Harry: Finally. Voldemort...::looks at voice-overs and pouts::...was at a music store, and said a bunch of weird things, and a bunch of fermatas came to life and started dancing around the store.

Seona: YAY!!! DANCING FERMATAS!!!

George: You are so easily amused.

Seona: Ain't it great? And I bet I know what they all said.

Mayberry Spike: What?

Seona: I'M A FERMATA!!! HOLD ME!!! I say it lots, cuz I love hugs.

Harry: How'd you know?
Seona: I'm psychic. No, actually I went to Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp this summer, and I got a button that says that, minus the exclamation points.

Mayberry Spike: At least we've established what Harry's dream was about. Well, after the audience found out what Harry's dream was about, he went to sleep.

Harry: snore...

George: You're not supposed to SAY snore, you're supposed TO snore.

Harry: But I'm awake...

Seona: Then fall asleep! ::moon falls down, and hits Harry on the head, causing him to become unconscious::

Mayberry Spike: That...works...