The Unpopping of Freakazoid.

[redunderwearman.livejournal.com]

[[I promise to keep the fourth wall awareness to a minimum. And vague enough that the others will just think he's nuts, lol.]]

It was a normal day in the popcorn room, and by normal I mean that there are bunches of popcorn kernels in there.

There was a kernel, though, that was shaking back and forth, slowly at first, but then more, before it finally burst.

A flash of light zapped around the room before stopping and dissipating to reveal a blue man in red tights.

"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOGWARTS!"

Yes, everyone's favorite superteen, Freakazoid, has returned to Hogwarts.

Freakazoid looked down at his butter covered self. "So this is what it feels like to be pancakes. I could go for some!"

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[g-wormtongue.livejournal.com]

Grima happened to be passing by the door when he heard the yell. The man...the thing...whatever he was was painted blue. And then there was the hair. It was too late to make a getaway.

"What manner of man are you?" He asked once he closed his mouth.

[redunderwearman.livejournal.com]

"I'm Freakazoid! I'm a superhero. Let's go get some pancakes!" Yeah, he's kinda fixated on those pancakes right now.

[g-wormtongue.livejournal.com]

"Superhero.." his brow furrowed even more. "Ah. I do not believe I understand. Pancakes can be found in Hogwart's feasting hall. You must ask the house-elves."

How did his hair stand up like that?

[redunderwearman.livejournal.com]

[[tell me if this ain't cool and I'll repost (again, since I used a wrong word)]]

"Great! Let's go then!" Freakazoid grabbed Grima by the hand and they zapped off faster than lightning to the Great Hall.

"TO THE PANCAKES!" Freakazoid said in a hammy voice, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

It is indeed cool.

[g-wormtongue.livejournal.com]

"What-" his face froze in horror while being dragged behind the blue guy off to the Great Hall. "Madness!"
On arriving at the Great Hall, he slumped to the floor and a momentary look of sheer rage passed over his face. "What!?" But he quickly swallowed his anger. "Pancakes, yes! We must find pancakes." His voice was frantic. The sooner they found pancakes the sooner the lunatic would leave. Right?

Re: It is indeed cool.

[redunderwearman.livejournal.com]

With surprising quickness a comically high stack of pancakes was brought out. Freakazoid grinned and sat down before it. "Dig in, stranger!" he said before he started to do the same.

Re: It is indeed cool.

[g-wormtongue.livejournal.com]

He swallowed hard, looking down at his stack and produced a small dagger, cutting into it. "Freakazoid of Superhero, I am Grima, councilor by the Hat's appointment." The man seemed too powerfully hungry to talk, but Grima longed to ask questions anyway. "What wizardly skill allows you to move so swiftly?"

Re: It is indeed cool.

[redunderwearman.livejournal.com]

It was a miracle he could be understood through the mouth full of pancake, but he said, "it happened when an overloaded computer chip sucked me into the internet."

[g-wormtongue.livejournal.com]

((this look. still.))

Grima skewered a piece of pancake on his dagger, but paused halfway to his mouth. "Oh? Forgive me if I do not understand the language of the wizarding world."

[redunderwearman.livejournal.com]

Freakazoid laughed. "Oh, those aren't wizarding words, those are nerdy words!" He took a small stack of pancakes, about six high, and opened his mouth wide, stuffing them all in his mouth at once.