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Subject: noooooooooooo! I am not your mother!

Author:
Sirius

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Date Posted: 19:05:55 04/22/03 Tue

Maddi snatched up a notebook and began to scribble in it, proclaiming, "I refuse to be written in again!"

The Editors all evaporated in their pink glittery puffs of smoke.

"And now...um...commercial break!" Peter announced shakily.

**commercial break**

Maddi walkes onto the screen, holding the end of a rope in one hand and a can of some dubious looking liquid in the other. Hog-tied in the rope was Fufu, Chels, Chrissy, and Tara dressed up as deranged teddy-bears.

You see several authentic Ewoks walk up to the edge of a diving board, grinning happily. One by one they walked off the edge and fell into a giant blender. Maddi clicked it on, the other Editors protesting with blood-curdling screams.

"Stop the abuse!" Chels screamed, kicking her heels.

"There's no place like home!" Fufu added.

Maddi filled her glass a second time and held it up.

"Drink the higher drink--BLENDED EWOK!" she sang, holding it up to the screen. Chels cut through the rope with an anubis mask and ran down Maddi. The camera fizzles out to static for a moment.

**end of commercial**

You see the Marauders, sitting calmly as they were before the unschduled Editor cameo. Orpah's wig is lying on the ground, the acutal authentic Oprah no where in site.

(hi Chels! Have fun with your questionably accepted internet connection! How're things in Flordia? We just finished our scary Anne Frank home model, and Fufu is spending the night. We've got Monty Python sound clips for you...)

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