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Peter? Chels? Are you my mother?
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Date Posted: 18:00:25 04/30/03 Wed
Suddenly Maddi and Chels burst through the cell--erm--classroom *cough* door wearing 'shades'(sunglasses, not decorative window coverings). They were fallowed by tough looking italian guys who had their hair gelled up and back and stuff, their muscles glistened with sweat from some odd activity. 'Shades' (once again not window coverings) balanced on their tan skin. Maddi and Chels, looking very short amongst these tall muscular men, stood menicingly.
Maddi snapped her fingers, "Johnny, get these girls outfitted."
And two of the muscle-men set to work taking Lauren and Chrissy's measurements and handing them cewl 'shades' (They're still not window coverings)to put on.
Lauren grabbed the sunglasses (or 'shades') eagerly and put them on, "Fun! Now i'm like a vampire!"
Chels, Maddi, and their band of interesting muscleguys looked at Lauren as if to say, 'i know you're mental health isn't terribly stable, but try to hide it'. Lauren shrank away behind Mr. Kopas.
Chels attempted to snap her fingers but it didn't snap, "Adolfo! Get him so-"
"You didn't snap, boss"
"What?!? Of coarse i snapped. Didn't i snap, Maddi?"
"Nope..." Maddi muttered.
"Okay, i'll snap again." trys again to snap, but it doesn't work, "Darn! My hands are all slippery from playing with your jell..."
"Here, i'll snap for you, boss." another guy offered.
"Thank you, Pete, how sweet." Chels replied, "Ok, ready? One, two, three, SNAP!"
Pete snapped his fingers.
"There. Now, Adolfo, get Mr. Kopas outfitted too!" Chels barked.
Once everyone was 'outfitted' in their specaily tailored black overcoats, assorted colored silky dark colored shirt, shiny spit-polished shoes, and spiffy jet-black pants, they strutted out of the darkened classroom--erm--cell--erm---whatever...
As they walked down the hallway towards the Griffindor(sp) common room small wan children darted out of their way or else were shuvved into 'circular files' (wastebaskets, trash cans, whatever u call em). Finally the mob of black-clothed people, headed by the Editors, reached the portrait of the fat lady.
The fat lady gave them an odd look before asking, "Password please."
Maddi snapped her finger and another guy in their mob said, "Open up."
The fat lady frowned, "i'm sorry, that's incorrect."
"No, ya don't understand, lady. We weren't askin' ya permition to enter, we were tellin' ya. So open up!" Adolfo yelled.
The Fat lady quivered a bit at the intensity of Adolfo's order.
"He said open up!" Mr. Kopas hollard. The girls turned to him in surprise, they didn't know that his secret fantisy had alway been to be part of a mob/group.
"Ya." Pete added.
"I'm sorry i cant-"the fat lady started to protest but was cut off.
"Do you know who we are?" Chels inquired, looking around at her fellow editors, "Does she you who she's messin with."
Chels had suddenly adopted a new york accent, "You're messin' with the Muffin Mafia!"
THe words bounced off the hallways (as many words do) and somewhere in the recesses of the cooridoors a small dormitory mouse collapsed of heart failure *squeak*.
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