The morning after the mayoral election in Hogsmeade, Severus Snape awoke, irritable. He had really enjoyed sitting at the Starbucks tent and enjoying cup after cup of delicious coffee. If it were not for his offer to help Flitwick, Severus would likely have sat there all day. Instead, he'd piled his entourage (Zymurgy, Bill & Bob and a Banana Muffin-costumed Flitwick) into the station wagon and rushed off to rescue Flitwick's Chief Gnome Advisor from the muggle jail.
As Severus dressed for the day, he felt increasingly more irritable. Coffee, he thought, I need more coffee.

During breakfast in the Great Hall, the coffee was weak and without what he needed. Severus finally threw his napkin down on his plate and stood, addressing the Headmaster.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I know this isn't the best time, but I must tell you I've decided to resign my post as Potions Master. I'm going to open up my own Starbucks in Hogsmeade."

"Excellent! Er… I mean… never mind. Very well, Severus. I'll miss you. Good luck." Dumbledore turned his attention back to his plate and shoveled more scrambled eggs into his mouth.

Severus decided he'd pack later. First, he must go to Hogsmeade and find a suitable place to set up his café. As he walked alone down the road to Hogsmeade, he began whistling a happy tune from The Lion King.

"Darn Sirius Black! Now I have The Circle Of Life going through my head!" he grumbled.

As if he'd heard his name, Sirius Black's ghost blipped into existence beside him and began singing along with Severus. Snape turned to his longtime nemesis and stopped walking.

"Stop doing that! Why am I not rid of you?!" Snape shouted.

Sirius stopped singing long enough to notice Snape standing there, as if for the first time. "Snivelus, old boy! Good to see you! I only came back for Dumbledore's Children's Film Festival last week, but now I seem to be stuck here."

"But you're… dead, right?" Severus wanted to be certain.

"Well yeah. I mean… I think so. I should actually be pretty grateful I'm back. Now I can exact my revenge on Peter Pettigrew… the little rat…" Sirius became angry just thinking about Wormtail. "Cowardly little traitor… kills his best friends…helps return You-Know-Who to power…"

Just then a huge barn owl the size of an emu dropped from the sky with a letter. Severus, being the one with a body, picked the letter from the owl's leg and read the address.

"Ghost of Sirius Black, Road to Hogsmeade. It's for you." He said, handing it over.
Sirius passed his hand through the letter. He looked at Snape imploringly.

Snape begrudgingly opened it and read aloud, "Dear Padfoot. What can I say, sorry? Well, no... I suppose that doesn't cut it. Love and kisses, Wormtail."

Sirius howled in rage and disappeared. Severus pocketed the letter and continued on his way to Hogsmeade, whistling and daydreaming about his first Double Mocha Half-caf Nonfat Latte.

The End

Here's Zymurgy's dare:

*Someone must say, "Excellent! er... I mean... never mind."
*Snape must say, "But your... dead, right?"
*Peter Pettigrew must say, "What can I say, sorry? Well, no... I suppose that doesn't cut it."
*and last, Harry may not be in the story.

Both your MoAFF and the follow up were great! I loved the MJ appearance, the hobby pun, the german, the cheese, Stinky, Flitwick's BMW ..All was wonderful!

Way to go, Evlpez! Woot! You did my dare! YAYNESS!
... I mean... you mangy cur! How dare you brook my wrath!? DOWN WITH YE! I shall NOT have greater talent than mine at work! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!

Oh Great and Terrible Zymurgy *Thunder*... There IS no greater talent than yours. :flowersmile:

Thanks for the kind (by kind of course I mean reeking of the stench of EVIL) words, ladies.
Quant - Zym's responsible for the German. I used a free online translator and she tweaked it up for me. Isn't she a sweetie?

*Thunder*

:unsure: I MEAN, uh... isn't she just so EVIL?

That was really good evlpez mad me lafe so much

yay!
i did this dare, too
and i must say, they're completely different.
go you!
origionality to the maaaaaaxxxx banana_wtf

You guys are all so talented. I get so freaked out to hear people hearing French and German and Latin (Zymurgy seems to know at least 3 or 4 languages o_O)' out on Project Ferret and I feel totally stupid. :/ When I take language in uni, I can choose from Spanish, French and German - which do you reckon is the best? I had Latin for two years, but that was back in year 5 and 6 and it wasn't very serious. I still remember how to say "In the picture is a Roman girl named Cordelia" though. Heheh- that was my first (Latin) sentence ever!

Well, Vid - French is a good one, and Spanish is similar - so if you wanted to pick up a third, you could take on spanish and not be totally lost. :-)
Use it or lose it though - I used to be almost fluent in French before I dropped the subject in my senior year of high school (many many moons ago). No one else in my family speaks it, and now I can't remember any of it.

Okay... next dare coming up soon.

As Severus made his way down the road to Hogsmeade, that darned "Circle of Life" just wouldn't leave him alone. He absentmindedly fiddled with the note in his pocket addressed to The Ghost of Sirius Black and cursed under his breath. Even in death, Black just couldn't resist bothering him. Severus' mind drifted back to their school years and the countless humiliations he suffered at the hands of Black and Potter. The worst of them was now undoubtedly burned into the permanent memory of Harry Potter, since Severus had been so careless as to leave his thoughts unguarded in the pensieve last year during an Occlumency lesson. At least he doesn't know about the green llama incident, he thought bitterly. He recalled that horrible day.

Severus was on his way to lunch in the Great hall one day in his 6th year. As was often the case, his nose was buried in a Dark Arts textbook. Unfortunately for him, he was so engrossed in the reading that his guard was down. Before he knew it, he'd been hit from behind with some hex or other, and found himself about to open the doors to the Great Hall wearing short robes and bright pink tights. He stopped himself and whirled around in fury to face Potter and Black, in hysterics halfway up the grand staircase.

Rather than antagonize them further, Severus decided to run before he could be seen. He headed towards the exit from the Entrance Hall to the dungeons, and was blocked by Lily Evans, who was coming through the door. What was she doing down there, anyway?
Evans looked at him sadly and turned to see the hooligans on the stairs.

"Potter, Black - you delinquents! Undo it right now!" She fumed.

Severus was about to tell her is wasn't necessary, but Potter's voice interrupted him.

"Oh all right. You're such a spoil-sport, Evans." He made an incantation and Severus looked down to see his spindly, bare legs poking out from the short robes. This wasn't much better. He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes, awaiting the worst.

Lily put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. "Not much better, Potter. Fix it. Remember, two wrongs don't make a right."

"Yeah, but three rights make a left!" Black replied, raising his wand. "I know just what he needs."

Suddenly Severus found himself atop a huge, green llama which suddenly turned and burst through the doors to the Great Hall. He closed his eyes, knowing that every eye was on him, and waited for the laughter.

"Hey," came a voice from the Hufflepuff table, "Who's that in the banana suit?"

Severus opened his eyes and looked down to see that his clothes had been transfigured into a large, yellow banana peel. His face reddened and he took the reins and steered the llama back out of the hall. It was too much. He reached inside the peel and took out his wand, sending some very quick and nasty hexes to Black and Potter as he charged the green llama through the doorway to the dungeons. He didn't even get the joy of seeing their afflictions, but it didn't matter. Once through the door, he managed to get rid of the animal and change his appearance back to normal. Having lost his desire to eat with others, he headed to the kitchens to hopefully pick up a sandwich and a coffee.

Severus remembered that coffee well, the bitterness washed away by heaps of sugar and milk. As he reached the center of Hogsmeade, he could almost smell it. He promptly banished the painful memory and walked straight to the nearest empty shop front. Hands on his hips, he surveyed the view, deciding that this would make the perfect spot for his new Starbucks.

THE END



This was...
born2mugglz's dare:
*Someone must say, "Remember, two wrongs don't make a right." And someone must reply, "Yeah, but three rights make a left!"
*Someone must wear pink tights.
*This banana riding a llama( ) must make an appearance.
*And lastly, this must all take place as a flashback!
Due date: 20th Feb.

hehe!!! Sooooo incredibly evil!!!! I loooooovvvvveeeeeeee it!!!! Great idea.

EVILNESS IN PINK TIGHTS!!!! :sorcerer:

lol hilarious story(s). You are an active darer


evil till the moon shines red in a green sky

Thanks B2M & devils_work.

I Try. I don't get much time to write these days - and the EEFFD gives me a chance to write just a wee little bit, with only a wee little bit of thought expenditure.

Wowzers, Evlpez! I'm so glad you managed to rationalize Snape's coffee adiction!

Starbucks tent: $100
Advertizments: $200
Forgeting you were ever a banan riding a llama?
Priceless.

Evlpes that was great

Thanks, Merman - yours is coming up next.

Fred and George Weasley were opening the door of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes at Diagon Alley early one morning when an owl landed expertly on Fred's shoulder. Fred took the Daily Prophet and paid the post owl for the delivery. They entered the shop and went into the back room to look at the orders that needed filling for the day.

"Look George," Fred said, showing his brother the headlines on page 3. "Filch has won an MTV Dance party at Hogwarts, whatever MTV is. We should go!"

"I don't know that we'd be welcome there, Fred." George scratched his head and frowned. "I mean - it would be very good for business if we went, but do you think the staff will allow us back in the castle?"

Fred grinned. "Probably not. Ginny told me there's still a bit of swamp left over from our grand theatrical exit." Fred shook his head and thought a moment. "What if we're with a rock band? Like - the managers? That's it! We'll start a rock band at Hogwarts and they'll play at this party for Filch! They can't disallow the managers of the entertainment!"

George grinned. He liked the way his brother's mind worked. They got together and wrote a letter to the student they felt was most likely to be vain enough to follow their plan and start a rock band.

Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,

It has come to our attention that you have a wonderful singing voice. We are interested in managing your singing career, and would like to sign you on. We would like to promote you immediately by signing you on to play live at the forthcoming MTV Dance Party at Hogwarts next week. Please find enclosed a list of musicians currently attending Hogwarts. Recruit who you like to be your accompaniment and reply to us soon.

We'll be taking no payment for our services. Just getting your voice out there on the Wizarding Wireless Network would be payment enough for us.

Yours truly,
Messrs. Fred & George Weasley
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and Recording Artist Management

The next afternoon, a sleek eagle owl arrived with a reply.

Misters Weasley,

You're on. I've got my band all ready to start rehearsing. We're called the Slytherin Songsmiths, and we've already decided on our set list for the party. I've already told Mr. Filch (or "Argie", as he's recently asked us to call him) about us playing, and he's very excited.

Sincerely,
Draco

"This is going better than I thought! Malfoy's doing all the hard stuff and we're not going to have to do much more than show up!" George said.

The week flew by quickly and soon it was Friday night. Fred and George donned their finest robes in the latest fashion and walked into the Great Hall for the party. The lights were dimmed, but black light and neon flashed everywhere, making the hall look like an elaborate night club. Argus Filch was at the door to greet guests, surrounded by a throng of admiring students.

"The Weasley Twins!" He bellowed, smiling. "You rascals! Glad to see you!" He hugged them awkwardly but affectionately and sent them toward a small table reserved for them in front of the stage.

Colin Creevy tapped George's shoulder as they sat down. "George? Mind if I sit with you fellows? I want to get some good pictures of the Slytherin Songsmiths! MTV is paying me for all the still photos."

"Sure, Colin," Fred said. "As long as we get rights to the pictures when they're published."

Colin grinned appreciatively and sat down, camera poised.

Lights came up on the stage and out marched Draco Malfoy and his band - Crabbe on bass, Goyle on accordion, an unknown Slytherin student - we'll call him "Joe" - on kazoo and another unknown Slytherin student - we'll just call him "Smitty" - on drums. Smitty carried a tray of water glasses for the band. The room went wild with applause and whistles. The boys were decked out in silver and metallic green robes over silver platform boots. (Think 'KISS' in wizard robes, minus the make-up.)

Draco took the mic in his hand and counted them in, "A one, a two, a one, two three… I saw my baby crying hard as babe could cry… what could I do?…" and they bounced into a rocking rendition of David Bowie's "Dance, Magic Dance" from the movie Labyrinth. It was pretty good actually, and Draco really could sing much to the surprise of Fred and George. They had done this as a bit of a lark, just to get into the party - but suddenly the business possibilities had them exchanging glances and smiles. They were going to be RICH!

Colin raised his camera and pressed the button, causing the flash to go off. Suddenly - there was chaos! Joe, blinded by the flash of Colin's camera reflecting off their costumes, promptly and accidentally shoved his kazoo down his throat, causing him to choke. He fell over as he lost consciousness, broke his neck on the rim of Smitty's bass drum and died instantly! Smitty jumped up from behind his drum kit, sent the tray of water glasses flying towards Draco, who stepped out of the way but tripped on the guitar cord from Crabbe's bass. The cord flew into the air and landed in the puddle of water, sending electric sparks everywhere and causing the amplifier to cackle and smoke before finally blowing up in a huge explosion of blue and white light. The Great Hall was in ruins.

Fred and George, miraculously unharmed by the incident, quietly headed toward the doors before they could be blamed. As the opened the door, in strode Harry, Hermione, Ron and Dumbledore. (Snape would've been there, but his Coffee Shop had just opened the day before and he was swamped with customers looking for the perfect Latte.)

Dumbledore surveyed the scene. "What's the meaning of this?" he demanded.
Fred and George exchanged a frightened look and pointed to the stage.

"It was the Slytherins. They've blown up the school," they said in unison, then they squeezed past him and fled into the night, anxious to put the whole idea of managing a rock band in their past.



Merman's Dare:
1.)Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbeldore, Snape, Voldemort, must not be in the fic tell the very end
2.)George and Fred are the main characters
3.)Filch must turn nice and popular
4.) Slytherins must blow up the school (but not really want to)
5.) A Rock band must be started at Hogwarts
6.) Colin Creevy kills someone with his camera
Due date: 18th March.

it was great nicly done YOu rocked my sockes of

That was brilliant! Wow! I'm never going to accept ANY offers from Fred and George!

btw, my band would like to know why Filch didn't want them to play? :music_band:

teehee. Toodles!

Very nice job. Fred and George are always up to something. I wonder whats next? Anywho great job and cant wait to see more stories from you my evil friend

love the new dare! especially this bit:

hehe mental images

Evlpez- you rocked my socks off with that dare! I loved it. Sorry for not catching it sooner. You are evil. Deal.

Ginny Weasley loved Hogsmeade weekends. It meant some time to spend with her beau-of-the-week. Seamus Finnigan offered to escort her into the village Saturday morning in an effort to pick up where Blaise Zabini had left off. Ginny had broken things off with Blaise only the day before, after he refused to quit calling her by a pet name - "Bubblegum", and demanding that she call him "Thor".

When she found Seamus waiting outside her dormitory bright and early Saturday morning, Ginny was charmed by his nervous twitching and stuttering in her presence. He'd put his hand gently on her arm and looked into her eyes, reciting what was sure to be an original poem.

"There once was a beauty named Ginny
who wasn't too fat or too skinny,
When I found she was free
I thought, hooray for me
And asked if she'd go into Hogsmeade with me for the day."

Ginny, surprised and amused blurted out, "Yes, Seamus - I'll go into the village with you." It was really the only thing she could think of and she felt she must say something lest she break out in laughter. "Let's go, Poem-boy."

Seamus beamed, mouthing the new nickname proudly, as if to try it on like one would a new wizard's hat.

In Hogsmeade, Severus Snape was happily making early morning lattés for the throng of customers lined up at his new Starbucks Café. He looked up from his espresso maker to see a monkey in the line, held on a leash by a brightly-dressed little witch who was waving frantically for his attention.

"Sir? Ah yes… pardon me, sir, but could my little Binky be allowed to use your loo? He's awfully fidgety, and he's so well trained, he wouldn't dare piddle on the ground." She smiled sweetly and Severus was loathe to decline, but the harsh professor couldn't forget who he was.

"Certainly not, Madam. Take your animal outside, please. No animals allowed inside Starbucks," he replied icily.

"Well yes, but its not everyday that a monkey drinks five cases of limonade. Please sir, he'll only be a moment, and he really does have to go." The little witch began doing a bit of the potty dance herself and Severus nearly giggled, in spite of himself.

"No. I'm sorry - rules are rules."

The witches face darkened into a frown and she flicked her wand at him before she turned to leave. On her way out, she passed Ginny and Seamus, heading in for some double-tall half-caf non-fat mochas. Seamus had thought of another poem on the way to Hogsmeade and was now reciting it to Ginny.

"I love your fiery hair,
and your beautiful skin, so fair.
I'd make a bold move and ask for a snog
If I weren't so afeared you'd smack me up-side the head."

Ginny laughed a little too loud to be sincere and tossed her hair back, all the while wishing the line-up in the café wasn't so long, as she'd have to put up with "Poem-boy" for a long day as it was. She spotted Fred and George sitting at a table and rushed over to it instead, glad of the diversion.

"What are you two doing here? Who's minding your shop?" Ginny asked them suspiciously.

"Hallo Bubblegum!" Fred chirped. Ginny groaned and sat down, hiding her face in her hands.

"Loverly to see you, darling sister Bubblegum," George added. "We heard about your nickname, and thought - you know, we don't have proper nicknames, so we've decided to call each other by our favorite television personalities. I'm B1 and Fred's B2. Bananas in Pajamas, you know." He winked.

"Too right, B1. We let Ronnikins mind the shop while we ducked out for some coffee. He, Super-seeker and Fancy-Pants are there now, making sure no one blows themselves up." Fred winked at George. "Reckon we might run back there now and make sure they're all right, eh B1?"

"Well take this, then," said Ginny, handing Fred a nickel. "Ron'll want Phillip back. Tell him thanks for lending him to me - I needed all the luck I could get for that Muggle Studies paper."

"Right-o," Fred said, taking the nickel as he got up. "Say B1, do you know the muffin man?"

George leapt to his feet, folding a Daily Prophet under his arm. "The muffin man?"

"The muffin man. Do you know the muffin man?" Fred waved to Ginny as he held the door for his twin.

"Who lives on Drury lane?" George asked, not quite understanding.

Ginny saw that Seamus had miraculously reached the front of the line and joined him.

"Hallo Professor, two double-tall half-caf non-fat mochas, please." Ginny smiled.

"Right! Double-tall half-caf non-fat mochas, on the way." Snape turned and went to his work, humming blissfully. Ginny could see Seamus screwing up his face while he tried making up another poem, so she looked away, out the front window at a small parade that appeared to be passing. She did a double-take and saw no less than nine Evil Eliters leading raging Hippogriffs on leashes while playing musical instruments. Zymurgy led them all while playing a fiddle, and was followed by Cassirin and Lotus on snare and bass drums, Evlpez on glockenspiel, Born2Muggles on flugelhorn, Edge, and Merman playing flutes, and MI on the kazoo.

Ginny nicknamed them all in her head… Stretch, Chicken-Queen, Otus, Ferret-girl, Band-girl, Stud-muffin, Darling and Mod-girl. When she turned back to the counter, Snape handed her an orange juice.

"Orange juice? Sorry Professor, I ordered a double-tall half-caf non-fat mocha," Dopey, she added in her head.

"Are you sure? Didn't you just ask me for orange juices?" Snape asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. Someone was trying to trick him, he was sure.

More to come on this.

Well I don't know what a flugelhorn is, but I sure do...

KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN!

Hehehehe!!! OMG, evlpez!!! HOw absolutely evil can you get? I LOVED it and i cant wait for your next post!! :sorcerer:

Thanks, B2M! heh heh... you want evil? Hold on to your hat... there's more to come soon.

Ginny handed back the orange juice. "No sir, I ordered a double-tall half-caf non-fat mocha."

"Of course, Miss Weasley… my mistake." Snape smiled and turned around, while Seamus stood there, still trying to compose another brilliant masterpiece in his head.

A sign on the wall behind the counter caught Ginny's attention. It was a sloppily hand drawn portrait of Sam I Am. Wizard children knew Dr. Seuss better than muggles- after all, Seuss was a wizard. Sam I Am was advertising Mizz Seuss's Pre-Charmed Green Eggs and Ham. Ginny never could bring herself to like green eggs and ham. Her mother had charmed many a breakfast plate green in effort to get the Weasley children to eat something other than "Old Hag Crunchie Sparkles" cereal. Green eggs and ham was one of Ron's favorites, but Ginny preferred the sickeningly sweet sparkly hags in milk.

Snape turned again and smiled at Ginny and Seamus. "May I help you?"

Ginny and Seamus looked at each other, eyebrows raised. "Yes," Ginny said, "we ordered two double-tall half-caf non-fat mochas."

"Right away," Snape chimed, and turned around to grab two juice glasses.

"This is ridiculous. Seamus, let's get out of here, we'll be here forever." Ginny grumbled.

"Wherever you like, I'll go
Whatever you want, I'll do
I'd hang by my pants in a pile of red ants
If it means you'd consider going out with me again sometime."

"Er.. right." Ginny was starting to regret accepting this invitation. They left the café and headed back to the school. As they entered the grounds, Ginny spied Crookshanks and Mrs. Norris sunning themselves cozily on the front steps. Ginny stopped and stared as Mrs. Norris lifted her head to nuzzle it affectionately into Chrookshanks' belly, purring loudly. Crookshanks opened his eyes just a bit, peeking at Ginny through lazy eyelids with a clearly satisfied look. Ginny felt a pang of nausea at the idea of Filch's cat and a cat as lovely and smart as Crookshanks. She decided not to tell Hermione about it.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Ginny noticed that most of the students had stayed there for breakfast. As was usual, the food and plates were left a bit later on Saturday mornings, allowing for students to sleep in and eat brunch as late as noon. Ginny and Seamus sat down at the Gryffindor table beside Lavender Brown and Dean Thomas, who were now dating. Ginny secretly hoped for Lavender's sake that her hands were faster than Octopus Thomas', but then remembered that Lavender wasn't exactly known for her chaste and proper relationships with boys. The other girls in Ginny's year had several inappropriate nicknames for her, her favorite being Cozy Mauve. According to Ronnikins, the boys in his year, they usually called her OUR Lavender, owing to the fact than nearly all of them had had a go with her at some point or other.

Ginny searched the table top for something decent to eat, but it was covered in full platters and abandoned plated of half-eaten heaps of green eggs and ham. Seamus helped himself to some as Ginny scanned the other tables. Everywhere she looked, students were eating or getting up from a meal of green eggs and ham. She looked up at the walls and scowled at the rows of posters, Sam I Am grinning down mischievously at her, mouthing the words written beside him: You will eat them in your house, you will eat them with a mouse, you will eat them in the rain and in the dark and on a train. You will eat them here and there, you will eat them anywhere. "YOU WILL LOVE GREEN EGGS AND HAM, IT WILL BE SO!" says Sam I Am.

She managed to find a lone piece of plain, dry toast amid the mess on the Gryffindor table and munched absently. She was trying not to look at the spectacle Lavender and Dean were creating there at the table, giggling and hiding their groping hands under the table, when suddenly Headmaster Dumbledore (whom Ginny had always secretly thought of as Captain) stood and cleared his throat.

"May I have your attention, please? I'd just like to announce that come next Friday, you'll find new school uniforms in your dormitories. The board of governors has redesigned the uniform, and in addition to the regular trousers, skirts, white shirts and house ties, you'll all be wearing some incredibly fashionable pink tights." He lifted his robes to the knee and continued, "As you can see, they're wonderfully comfortable and I expect you'll enjoy them as much as I do. That is all." Dumbledore sat down and resumed his breakfast of green eggs and ham.

That was it. Ginny shook her head and excused herself, and headed back to Gryffindor House, where she ran to her dormitory and resigned to sleep for the rest of the weekend.

END

My muses...

Cassirin's dare:
*Someone decides they want to be a poet, but all they keep coming up with are bad limericks that don't rhyme.
*The following items should be mentioned: a fiddle, a herd of raging hippogryffs, a pair of dirty socks, and a Flugelhorn. Mention them PLAUSIBLY.
*Someone is hit by a spell that causes short term memory loss (that means they can't remember what just happened or what was just occurring...)
*Include a creative reason for several EE members to pop in and cameo in your fic.
*There must be some unusual and creative matchmaking by yourself. Remember, you are evil. Its okay to show it.
*The star of the fic is Ginny Weasley, because she is horribly under utilized by us and because I think she rocks.
Due date: 18th June.

born2mugglz dare:
1) Sam I Am must convince all of Hogwarts to eat green eggs and ham. In rhyme of course...
2) Dumbledore must order pink tights as part of the new Hogwarts uniform.
3) Everyone in the fic must have a nick name of your choice. (i should hope that fancy pants will be one of them..)
4) The following conversation must come up:
"Do you know the muffin man?"
"The muffin man?"
"The muffin man. Do you know the muffin man?"
"Who lives on Drury lane?"
5) This must also be said at some point: "Well yes, but its not everyday that a monkey drinks five cases of limonade."
6) Ron's nickel Phillip must make an appearance
Due date: 16th June.