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Subject: mooshoo Author: Peter [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 07:58:27 05/19/03 Mon "Hm...where's Pe-" Just then peter came falling down the chimney, landing in a cloud of soot. THe others coughed and weezed as the cloud expaded to cover the whole kitchen. "My clean kitchen!" Mrs. Potter exclaimed, dropping the breakfast plate that she had been washing into the tub of water in the sink. *cough weeze cough hack* "He-hi guys." Peter said through the soot. "WHere are you?" James asked, stumbling out of his chair and tripping on Mr. Poofers (the petrified cat), who had come down the chimney as well. THe cat screamed and latched itself onto Mr. Potter's face, which had previously been hidden behind the morning paper. "James! Get this bloody cat out of here!" Mr. Potter roared, standing up to smash his head on the lamp that had fallen out of the ceiling and was dangling dangerously close to the table. "I would i if i could see." James replied dutifully. "Ah! That pancake had black stuff on it." Remus complained, trying to wipe the soot off of his tongue. "Everything's gone black, am i dying?" Peter's voice could be heard asking. "Don't me a bloody idiot, Peter, you just came down the wrong part of the chimney." Sirius shot back. Finally the soot settled, revealing the scene in it's full caotic detale. Remus was still scrapping his tongue off with a bar-b-q brush, James was cleaning off his glasses with his new white shirt, Mrs. Potter was yelling at him to stop dirtying his shirt and complaining about how dirty her kitchen had become in this relatively short time, Sirius was helping the blackened Peter up, Mr. Potter had aquired a tight bond with the phsycotic cat, Mr. Poofers, and in the midst of this all Cara came down the stairs. She tripped on the soot, tumbling down the stairs, into the hearth. "Drat, not again." she murmured. Peter straightened himself up and smiled at Cara in that odd hypnotic way of his. That kid always freaked her out, but he was kinda cute in a Pilsberry Doughboy-meets-the-human-race sorta way. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]