Thanks, b2m. And you're so naughty!
I think I'll make another story about that... we'll see...
I'll be following what others might have done and post my MOAFF entry here. I didn't even think that it's verrrrry long!

One day…
Michael Jackson went to prison. No, no not because of his deeds, but because he had to. His number one fan, whose identity is withheld and wishes to be called Medraut, participated in an “I-will-defend-Michael-Jackson-with-my-whole-life-and-anyone-who-is-against-me-I-would-fight” fight, and Michael wants to thank her personally for her good deed.
As he entered the prison, he was greeted by multiple banners, including “We love you, Michael, but not our kids!” and “The longer you stay, the longer you stay.” Amazingly, no media was present, it seems that they opted to cover the Lotus-Lucius wedding. Any who, as he was being ushered towards Medraut’s cell, a very tall person with long, silver beard called upon him.
“Yoo-hoo! Jackie, is that you?” And Michael turned his head and screamed a little.
“Dumbo? What’re you doing here?” <span style='color:blue'>[Weird pet names, me thinks.]
“I’ve been caught drinking while driving. So, came here to join me?”
“Not this time, old pal. I’ve got some visiting to do.”
“Oh, goody. So, you can get me out?”
“Sure.” And with a wave of his hand and a pinch of his nose, the guards opened Dumbledore’s cell and ushered him out.
“Come on. We’ve got lot of ground to cover. How’s Grindy?” “Don’t you read Choco Frog Cards anymore? I defeated him once in a very gruesome battle of Gobstones, and ever since that, he retired and decided to open a club on top of Mt. Fuji.”
Michael shook his head and sighed, while Dumbledore continued, “Hey, want to visit Hogwarts?”
“Sure,” and they left, leaving Medraut who never got even a one-line speech.

The next day…
Dumbledore and Mr. Jackson arrive at Hogsmeade, and Michael’s eyes and mouth started to water. What could the reason be?
I looked from him to where his attention is. I knew it. The latest styles of robes and scarves are already out, but I think that’s not it. I then looked to the right, and found a big onion surrounded by something random. That would sure make eyes and mouth water but I doubt it. I still searched the entire place and spotted Dobby carrying a very big Parmesan cheese. I decided to ask him what it’s for but I was distracted by something and apparently, this is the REAL reason for Michael’s misbehavior.
Three persons, me thinks, were walking towards our direction, carrying a very large ring and singing, “We’re off to see the Wizard… The wonderful Wizard of Oz.” I was surprised as this trio moved closer, and recognized them as Harry, Ron and Hermione.
“Goodness, what happened to you three?” Dumbledore questioned.
Hermione moved forward and said boldly, “We are the Fellowship and we’re on our quest to rid this town of evil.” And she took out a sexy, but short sword from her scabbard.
“Calm down, dearest,” Michael said, and he turned his attention to the ring-bearer. “Hello Scar-boy. My, my, who’s your hairstylist?” He asked while examining Harry’s long hair.
“Unhand me, Sir Nose-a-lot. I’m ‘Sorry Rumble’, the Lord of the Onion rings.” And he swiped Michael’s hand away from his hair and pointed to the large onion. “There it is, Mount Doomonion! ‘Tally ho!”
And the three charged forward where the onion is, but was halted by Dobby, using the cheese as a barricade.
“Young misters and miss, thou shalt not pass! Face the wrath of Lord Sauerkraut and his trusted servant, ME!”
The cheese began to move and produced seven holes. Green gases were emitted from the six holes, and the largest and middle hole became the “Eye.” People from around began coughing and fainting as effects of the abominable smell. Then suddenly, a white horse appeared, and riding on it was a hooded figure wearing a sombrero and carrying maracas. The rider stepped down and began to hum. He then shake his maracas, bumped and grinded, and afterwards began to dance and sing.
“La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha, enchilada, blah, blah, blah;
“La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha, el burrito, el salsa!”
The one-eyed cheese let out a shrill sound and Dobby covered his eyes and muttered, “The horror!” The cheeses melted, so everybody took some nachos and began to eat.
‘Sorry Rumble’ approached the hooded rider and said, “Oh thank you, Vandalfart. That was a nice save.”
Vandalfart took down his sombrero and revealed his’ snakey eyes. “I guess I win the ‘Enticing Eyes’ award, now that the ‘Lord of the Rings’ trilogy has ended.” He then shakes Harry’s hand, rode on the horse and set of to the sunset. Finally ‘Sorry Rumble’ placed the ring on top of the large onion, and a blinding, white light engulfed the premises.
After the dilemma, we find everybody changed back to normal, and we see Michael scratching his nose so hard it nearly fell.
Michael and Dumbledore then decided to visit the Three Broomsticks. As they walked toward the door, an announcement scroll called their attention. Dumbledore read it loud, so I can share it to you folks.
“Are you made to hog the mayor ship of Hogsmeade? Then enter at your own risk and sign-up as a candidate.
“For those who are not concerned, don’t you dare read this!!! Comprende? Good!”
Dumbledore sighed and said, “If only I’m not the Headmaster, I would join this shindig.”
“Well, I’m not! So, I’ll accept this dare.” Michael then went inside, with Dumbledore behind, looking puzzled.
“Uh, can you? Number one, you’re not a wizard and number two, you don’t live here.”
“Neither does she.” And he pointed at Cassirin, who was looking quite maleficent. He then added, “Besides, I can be magical if you want me to.” [The author doesn’t want to know.]
They approached the registration table to find out that Snape was the head of the election committee. After sipping some coffee, he looked at them coldly and said, ”Who dares to enter the dragon… er, I mean… to run for the race?”
The author entered the scene carrying a sack and exclaimed, “A race? Where? Is it a sack race? Count me in!” And he put the sack on his head.
MI suddenly passed by and poked the author with a stick. She then ran out after doing the deed. The author removed the sack and exclaimed, “Who did that? I’m not dead yet! Gah!” And he decided to search for the culprit.
Michael approached Snape in a slashy-forbidden manner and muttered, “I do, you greasy git.” Snape suddenly spewed liquid from his mouth, which traveled all the way to Zonko’s Joke Shop. He then eyed Michael menacingly and said, “Back off, you slashy-forbidden fiend! I’m secretly married; to someone so secret I don’t even know who that secret person is. But anyway,” he wrote Michael’s name on the parchment and they shook hands, “you’re now a candidate. No need to fill up forms. Congrats!”
A man wearing a turban on top of his hooded face approached them and commented. “That’s why we don’t get good leaders. Because of people like you, and maybe those who elected that uber-person. Anyways, why are you drinking coffee? Don’t you know that it has caffeine and causes nervousness and insomnia?”
“Well, well, someone decided to be Mr. Know-it-all!!! And, excuse me… It’s a known fact that coffee decreases the risk of diabetes. And don’t you have some terrorizing to do?”
“I know, I know, but I must follow the requirements, so, I guess I’ll be off.” He went out and flew off on a magic carpet.
Dumbledore approached Michael after all of this shenanigans and congratulated him. Michael then asked Dumbledore, “Do you think I could stay for awhile in your castle, for old time’s sake?”
“Oh, sure. But I’m afraid that the staff dormitory has no vacancy, especially since Firenze redecorated that area and put up a garden. But you can stay in any dormitory that you want, provided that the sorting hat picked it for you.
“Okay, then, I can’t wait!” And they headed up to Hogwarts.</span>