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Councilor: Now everyone, we have a new member of our group here today, this is his first ever AA meeting, and i think we should all be supportive. Would you like to introduce yourself??

Albus: Thanks, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and i've been an alcoholic since before i can remember... although i can only just remember this morning... but anyway, im here to get over my problem...

*Applause*

Councilor: Now Albus, this is a safe zone, feel free to tell us anything

Albus: Well... where to begin... Im really voldemort you see and... i'm the one whose... *hic*... whose been trying to kill harry potter!!

Councilor: Are you drunk right now Albus??

Albus: NO! Well...*hic*... maybe just a little...

Councilor: We're never going to get anywhere unless you become sober for more than 5 minutes!

Albus: This *hic* is as sober as i've been for the past six f*cking years lady! You try trying to keep a little sh*t of a teenager out of danger!!

Councilor: Well, surely parents do that all the time!

Albus: Not this one... the little b*stard! He just wont sit still!!

Councilor: I think we've reached the root of your problem Albus... perhaps you would like to talk more about this harry potter character?

Albus: Who said anything about Harry Potter you dense sh*t!

Councilor: Who are you tlaking about then??

Albus: Snape of course!!

Councilor: Your potions master?!

Albus: Of course! He just wont wash!! Its disgusting!

Councilor: And this made you turn to drink?

Albus: No! I turned to drink because im very old and very bored sat in my office talking to pictures on the wall and petting my wonderful little phoenix...

Councilor: ... The drug rehab clinic is just across the road, they can help you....




*Harry walks into the common room and finds ron rocking backwards and forwards on a chair, holding his head*

Harry: Ron... whats wrong??

Ron: Shhhh!! Be quiet... they can hear you!!

Harry: What? Who can hear me??

Ron: Quiet!! Its the voices... they're listening!

Harry: What voices??

Ron: Cant you hear them??

Harry: No....

Ron: They're everywhere!!

Harry: Ron... i think you might need to lie down...

Ron: No harry!! They're in my head!!!

Harry: Oh... Right... give me a moment...

Ron: No! Please dont leave me with them!!

*Harry leaves and a moment later returns with Hermionie*

Hermionie: Ron, Harry's told me what you said... You say these voices are in your head?

Ron: Well... theres only one... but it.. it... it wont stop!!

Hermionie: *sighs* I knew this day would come!

Ron: What?! Is it bad!!??

Hermionie: No Ron, its very good actually... that voice in your head is your thoughts... well, thought...

Ron: Why have i never hear it before??

Hermionie: Because you've never thought before! Usually your brain is as deserted as the bathroom... have they ever been used??

Harry: *snigger*

Ron: Hey!

Hermionie: Sorry! But its true!!

Ron: ... Yea, I'll give you that... but there was no need for the toilet refference... *shudders*... the unknown territory... gives me the shivers just thinking about it!

Harry: Anyway Ron, so you can finally think... wow... whats it like??




*Harry walks into Dumbledores office... dumbledore doesnt seem to be there*

Harry: Professor Dumbledore?? Sir??? You wanted to see me sir??

Dumbledore: Stay away!!

Harry: Professor??

Dumbledore: I know karate!! I... I... I'll get you!!

Harry: Sir... whats going on??

*Dumbledore appears from behind his desk... he sits down on his chair as if nothing has happened*

Dumbledore: Ah harry, yes, how are you??

Harry: Erm, im fine sir...

Dumbledore: Do sit down, do it down... would you like some coffee??... No??? A cupcake??

Harry: Erm, no thanks sir...

Dumbledore: Why not?? Dont you like my cooking?!

Harry: I... I've never tasted your cooking...

Dumbledore: What?? Of course you have! Dont you remember?? I cooked you a wonderful meal and we chatted and talked of memories past!

Harry: Im sorry sir, i think you're a little confused...

Dumbledore: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY OFFICE?!?!

*Harry reels back in shock*

Harry: Wh... wh... what??

Dumbledore: GET OUT!! GET OUT!! IM NOT DRESSED!!

Harry: Ok, sir... this is getting really wierd... I...

Dumbledore: AH harry, do come in...

Harry: Actually sir... I... I think im going to go now...

Dumbledore: *bottom lip quivers* You... You're leaving me?

Harry: I... I just want to go back to my dormitory... Im feelinf rather tired...

Dumbeldore: Well... yes... i suppose its for the best... Its just not working between us... Its been fun Bert... but its not working...

Harry: ... Bert... But sir I...

Dumbledore: I know! I know! Its hard, btu we have to move on... goodbye

*Dumbledore falls forward, his face hitting the desk... he doesnt move*

Harry: Ok sir, you're really freaking me out... Im gonna go...

*Harry runs from the room... once he's gone, Dumbledore sits back up and takes a drink of coffee*

Dumbeldore: Where's that Harry Potter?? He's supposed to be here by now to discuss his hallucinations

Leprechaun: I have no idea old bean... more coffee... I made it myself...

Dumbledore: Why thank you Cecil!!



*Defence against the dark arts class*

Teacher: Alright then kiddies! Im your new defence against the dark arts teacher I.P. Freely...

Class: *snigger*

Prof.Freely: Yes, yes, laugh at my name, my parents had an... odd... sense of humour... *under breath* but they paid for that... yes... yes... muwahahahha...

RandomStudent: Um... sir??

Prof.Freely: Oh yes, sorry kiddies... Anyway, could you all put your wands away and take out your books, today will be a theory lesson... Erm, yes... Mr. Potter???

Harry: Why?

Prof.Freely: Why what??

Harry: Why are we doing theory today??

Prof.Freely: Because Mr. Potter, the syllabus requires it

Harry: *standing up* How are we going to learn about the real world by doing theory!?

Prof.Freely: We will be doing theory very rarely Mr. Potter, but the syllabus requires us...

Harry: Oh you teachers are all the same!! F*cking b*stards!

Prof.Freely: MR. POTTER!! I will not tolerate that kind of language infront of the kiddies!!

Harry: Oh f*ck you!! I know what its like man!! I was there man!! I was there!!

Prof.Freely: Mr. Potter... I think you need to back to the councilor...

Harry: NO I DONT!!

Prof.Freely: Do not raise your voice to me Mr. Potter...

Harry: I will if i wanna!! You're tryign to make us all fail!! You're making sure we cant fight Voldemort!!

Prof.Freely: Harry... you need to go to the councilor...

Harry: NO I DONT!! You're trying to get us all killed!!

Prof.Freely: *counts quietly to ten* Look, Mr. Potter, you are 30 years old, you vanquished the dark lord 13 years ago.

Harry: NO!! NO!!! You dont mean that!! YOU DONT MEAN THAT!!

Prof.Freely: Oh, i do... Harry... you need help... You're an adult, and you're still living in Hogwarts...

Harry: No!!! Its not true!! Its not true!! You're lieing!!

Prof.Freely: *sigh* no im not Harry... look... heres madame pomfrey now... shes got your straight jacket! Isnt that nice!

Harry: NO!! NO ITS NOT!!

Pomfrey: Now now harry dear... just put this on...

Harry: NO!!

Pomfrey: Fine *grabs Harrys arm and injects him with some form of drug, he immediately calms down* Thats better isnt it! Now, come with me and leave the kiddies and Prof.Freely alone....

Harry: *nods and drools*

Pomfrey: Now, walk... thats one foot ifront of the other... or hoping... that works too...

Harry: *Hops and drools while grinning inanely*

Prof.Freely: Thanks Pom!

Pomfrey: No worries Ivona, i'll get him back to his wing... i dont know how he got loose! *leaves, closing the door behind her*

RandomStudent: What a f*cking nutter!

Prof.Freely: Mr. Student! I will not have that kind of language in my classroom... they prefer to be called 'mentally challenged', not 'nutters'!



Snape bursts through the door to a classroom*

Snape: There will be no foolish wand waving or incantations in this class!!

Teacher: Erm... Severus... this is a defence against the dark arts class...

Snape: Dont you use that name with me!!

Teacher: What?? Severus??

Snape: Yes!! That one!!

Teacher: Then what am i meant to call you???

Snape: Sir Snugglebutt!!

Teacher: Erm... Ok Se... i mean... Sir Snugglebutt... I think you should go to the hospital wing, you obv...

Snape: I can teach you how to bottle fame! Brew glory! And even... put a stopper in death!!

*The door bursts open... agiain... and Dumbledore enters*

Dumbledore: Sir Snugglebutt!! How did you escape!!

Teacher: Ah, hello Dumbledore... can you help me out here please??

Dumbledore: Of course!! Sir Snugglebutt should be in my bedr... i mean... the hospital wing... yes, thats it... the hospital wing *shifty eyes*

Teacher: Ooooook... whatever, just please remove him! This is the second time this week!!

Dumbledore: Ok, ok! *takes out a gun and shoots snape in the butt*

Snape: Ow!!! That reeeeealy hurt!! I... ZzZzZzZzZzZz *Gurgles, drools and then collapses on top of a random student and his desk*

RandomStudent: OW!!!

Dumbledore: Sorry about that... *drags Snape back to his be... the hospital wing... yes... there*

Teacher: *Closes door behind them* Right, where were we... Oh yes... If someone attacks you with a grape fruit...