Part 23: DANCE! I don't know how to dance! I TANGO!

(Author's note: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I'm actually going to write today. I've got good ideas for the future, but I have no idea if I can get my writing going in that direction. "Krum...Krum...Krum..." Don't ask. Mrs. Schultz-Story gave me Twix. YAAAAAAY! She is the bomb. But it was a baby one. :( Not big enough. Um...like two days ago or whatever, Natalie met Chad Micheal Murray, she's getting stalked, dance, Cinnabon, Spirit, Love liberty disco. so COOL!)

Stolen Movie Plot: "Cinderella Story", if I get around to it...uh...*searches pluggedinonline for a good movie despite their suuustinky reviews* I reAAAAAAAAAlly don't know. Feed my fish. "THE WIZARD OF OZ" yeaya!!!!!!

Moxie gave SP a bit more frosting while she thought. Finally, she said, "Victor?"
"Vhat?"
"Spirit is from the Cinnabon, right?"
"Right..."
"And what was our quest?"
"To take Sean to Dumbledore."
"And first we needed to get Spirit Stallion of the Cinnabon."
"Yes."
"Who resides in the Cinnabon."
"Correct."
"We HAVE Spirit. So what are we doing in the Cinnabon!!!???" Victor held up his hand.
"Vait, I'm still trying to figure that out." Moxie put her head in her hands.
"We are such morons." SP was smiling.
"You're not a moron, Mommy, you're the bestest mommy ever." Moxie held him at arm's length and looked at him rather disgustedly.
"If you're going to call me Mommy, you're never allowed to say bestest ever again." Victor nodded.
"And you can't call me Daddy." Sean's lower lip began to quiver. "ALL RIGHT! You may call me Daddy...if you give me a dollar." Sean gave him $5. Victor stared at the money in his open palm.
"Holy cow...vhere did you get this money?" Sean shrugged his tiny baby shoulders.
"Off of you. You do seem to have a lot of that green stuff. Where'd YOU get it, Daddy?"

(My writing stinks today, SORRY)

Natalie practically floated back to the others, a smile on her face.

"GOOD afternoon, everyone! How are you? Did you save me a cinnamon roll?" Sean burbled at her.

"HELLO, Natalie. Daddy's rich and can buy you one." Victor put his finger in the baby's mouth.

"Shut up." Natalie ignored both of them.

"I have to be at a dance tonight, so I'm going dress shopping. Moxie, do we still have Tyler's dead dad's wallet?" Moxie stared openmouthed at her friend.

"You didn't burst into tears just saying his name. Something must be wrong with you." Natalie was all smiles.

"What are you talking about? I feel GREAT." Sean refused to shut up.

"Natalie, Daddy could buy you a nice dress with all the money he has." Victor looked mad.

"SHUT UP!" Moxie took the baby from him.

"Duh, child abuse is soooo illegal." Spirit came out from behind the Cinnabon counter with stripes of icing all over his body. He looked a little mad.

"I hate interns. Natalie, there's someone to see you. She said her name was like Glenda or something like that." Natalie gasped.

"GWEN STEFANI?"

"No. I remember what it was. It was Glinda the Good Witch." Natalie looked disappointed. Glinda the Good Witch appeared (she doesn't get to be a special guest star).

"Hello, Natalie. Now that you've killed the Wicked Witch of the West, you get to go to a ball." Natalie blinked.

"But I haven't killed any witch, and I'm not surrounded by midgets or going to a ball. Man, this story is so messed up." Glinda snapped her fingers.

"Um, no matter. You get to go to a ball anyways!" Moxie rolled her eyes.

"It's a dance, not a ball. And it's for Halloween."

"Dang!" Natalie cried. "That means I can't wear a dress! I actually have to wear a costume!" Glinda thought for a moment.

"You could dress up as a princess..." Natalie waved her away.

"That is like sooooo Hillary Duff. Girl Halloween costumes consist of lingerie and animal ears." A la Mean Girls. Glinda was looking mad.

"I went to the Smithsonian to let you borrow this dress and it took me forever-" "Your dress is kept in the Smithsonian? I thought that was Dorothy's Magic Slippers or whatever!" "SHUT UP! YOU'RE WEARING THIS DRESS!!!!!" Victor stood in front of Natalie and did a weird brotherly protective dance. (HP QUOTE HPPPPPPPP QUOTE!)

"You have no business here! This table is for champions...and FRIENDS!" (HAHAHHAHAHA HP QUOTE!!!!!!!!) Glinda shrugged.

"I was just leaving." She turned to leave. Dumbledore suddenly walked up with Barty Crouch and a few other wizards.

"Hello, Victor. And...what are you doing here, Sean?" Sean held his arms out.

"My REAL daddy!" Everyone fell completely silent.

(that STUNK. I don't know what my problem is. Maaaarg. Tomorrow: shocking stuff GASP>)