Tea Time

Merlin, Gandalf, Dumbledore: ~sitting at a small table, drinking tea~

Dumbledore: Well, gentlemen, it's been a while.

Gandalf: Indeed, eighty-seven years, two months, and six days.

Dumbledore: That sounds about right.

Merlin: Um, sure. Anyway, what have you fellows been up to lately?

Gandalf: Oh, you know, trying to stop the world from being corrupted by evil. Same old,

same old.

Dumbledore: Ah, yes, the world keeps getting itself into more messes. ~shakes his head~ Sherbert lemon, anyone?

Merlin: Mmmm, yes, I'd like one.

Gandalf: No thanks. I have lembas to hold me over.

Merlin: Mmmm, yes, I'd like one.

Gandalf: I didn't offer any.

Merlin: Mmmm, yes, I'd like one.

Gandalf: Alright! Alright! Here! Have one!

Merlin: Mmmm, yes, I'd-

Dumbledore: Don't say it, Merlin. So, besides keeping the world out of trouble, have you gentlemen done anything else?

Gandalf: Well, I've been spending time with hobbits.

Merlin: I don't get those little creatures.

Gandalf: They're actually quite interesting.

Dumbledore: Don't they like to have parties?

Gandalf: Yes. They love to have parties. They love fireworks. They love to dance.

Merlin: They dance in a really strange manner, though.

Dumbledore: Yes, they dance like this. ~dances like a rabid monkey~

Merlin: Ah, no, it's more like this. ~dances like a drunken rabid monkey~

Gandalf: ~laughs insanely~

Dumbledore: Apparently we're wrong.

Merlin: But look! He's laughing insanely! He hasn't done that for centuries.

Dumbledore: Ah, remember, I'm only 152.

Merlin: Oh, right, you're a mere lad.

Gandalf: You gentlemen need dancing lessons. Try this. ~starts waltzing~

Dumbledore: ~takes out a camera and takes a picture~ For the Daily Prophet.

Gandalf: I wouldn't do that if I were you or else I'll post these. ~takes Dumbledore's baby pictures out of his pocket~

Dumbledore: You wouldn't!

Gandalf: I would.

Merlin: Why do you carry around his baby pictures?

Gandalf: Umm... Moving on. What have you been doing lately, Merlin?

Merlin: Well, I was training the Wart,

Dumbledore: That's a great name for a child!

Merlin: Yeah, anyway, It got hard so I took a vacation in Bermuda.

Gandalf: ~sings~ Bermuda, Bahamas, come on pretty mama.

Merlin: ~ignores him~ I drank Pina Coladas and went swimming, it was the life.

Dumbledore: Did you wear swim trunks?

Merlin: No, I went naked.

Gandalf: That was too much information.

Merlin: I was being sarcastic!

Dumbledore: So, do your swim trunks have moons and stars on them?

Merlin: No, they have ducks on them.

Gandalf: Ducks?

Merlin: ~irritated~ Yes, ducks. Big ducks, little ducks, cute ducks, ugly ducks. Do you have a problem with that?

Dumbledore: I always thought you were more of a moons and stars guy.

Gandalf: In other words, we don't have a problem.

~An owl flies in~

Merlin: Archimedes!

Gandalf: AHHHH! Not Archimedes! ~ducks under the table~

Dumbledore: Is there a problem?

Archimedes: That old coot was poking fun at me.

Gandalf: ~yells from under the table~ That owl urinated on my head last time!

Merlin: Oh well, owls will do as owls will do. ~to Archimedes~ Why have you come?

Archimedes: No reason.

Merlin: Well leave then.

Archimedes: Hmph! ~flies away~

Gandalf: ~comes out from under table~ I need a beer now. ~Conjures up a beer and chugs it, then decides he's not full an does it again~ Much better.

Dumbledore: Here, have some more. ~conjures three more and hands them to him~

Merlin: Have these, too. ~conjures ten more beers and hands them to Gandalf~

Gandalf: If you're trying to get me drunk, then I must tell you that it will take at least one-hundred more beers.

Dumbledore: Oh, darn.

Merlin: Oh, here you go then. ~conjures one-hundred more beers~

Gandalf: Ha Ha. I will have one more beer and that's it.

~Another owl flies in~

Gandalf: ~ducks under table~

Dumbledore: ~pours salt in beer~ It's ok, Gandalf, the owl is for me.

Gandalf: Oh, good. ~drinks his beer~ AHHHH! ~runs around screaming~ Water, water! ~conjures up a gallon of water and drinks it~ Merlin!

Merlin: I regret to inform you that this was Albus's prank, although I would like to take credit.

Gandalf: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!

Dumbledore: I'd say something, but according to this owl, I've got to go. Bye! ~disapparates~

Merlin: I'll go, too. Bye! ~leaves~

Gandalf: Ah, They're gone at last, now I will ~puts finger up in the air as if to say something really important~ leave! ~goes away~