Chapter: Pointless in Mogmörz

Thanks to all the diligent commentators and Gomen that the chapter is so short. First and foremost, we want to bring all protoganists together and then things really start and the number of words increases. Today it takes place in Mogmörz and then we come to ... Well, we won't tell you that, because we'd be pretty stupid.

In this sense, have fun, your Dei and your Sinni-Minii.

Aja, one more thing, this parody was actually made on the playground and in no forum with the name xyz ... there are also Kuscheloft and Sinni-Minii and we even know each other quite well, as Dei's son is friends with Sinii's brother. That's why we romp around on the playground and hatch this crap that I hope you will like. So write your comments diligently and if none come, we'll continue anyway! It's not a promise, it's a threat.

As always, parents are responsible for their children!

Professor Humbeldi Bumeldi had invited to a serious meeting and was expecting Professor Schnurps and of course his lover and colleague Professor McDonagall.

He had also invited Clementine Mandarine, Donald Wieselbi, Schmaco Schmalfoy and Larry Schnotter for entertainment.

What was needed was:I need a hero, I am holding out for a hero until the end of the night ...?

Please what, the whole thing again in German for all those who did not understand it.

A hero was sought, one who saved cornflakes and finally put down the rapping Voldemöört and his cronies.

So the situation was serious and Schnurps looked around questioningly and wondered what this was all about.

"Yes, there we go, dat will be great", said the old McDonagall, whereupon Humbeldi Bumeldi shook his head and preferred to think his part about the two.

"Where exactly is this cereal?" Asked Larry, but was interrupted by Donald, who seemed to know the answer.

"Cornflakes are right next to toast and jam."

A bang could be heard and Humbeldi Bumeldi slammed his head on the table top.

You stupid. The good Lord certainly has mercy on you, because it is written: “Blessed are the spiritually poor!” But sometimes I ask myself: Who should be liable for it? Can Heaven take so many blessed ones?

After the headmaster's thoughts were put back in order, he looked up and tried to smile under the circumstances.

"Cornflakes is a fictional village and it needs our help. Tzaziki has planned an attack and ..."

"And now the potatoes roll through the sour cream and we make lunch", Donald interrupted the headmaster again.

Schnurps rolled his eyes, grabbed Donald's hair and pulled hard once.

"No lunch, no potatoes and no sour cream. Listen and stop giving your mustard all the time," he warned his pupil and finally left him angrily."Maybe in the evening ..."

"No, I said no and now shut up and ... I mean: Shut up, Donald!" He interfered again and only then did Humbeldi Bumeldi take over again, who seemed very frustrated.

"We got a very serious letter from an author who calls himself Kuscheloft. He also spoke of a strange syndrome, of people being bent and an attack on a village being planned. Everything is to be taken very seriously, and we are should immediately fly to cornflakes with the vacuum cleaner. "

“With what?” Schmaco looked at the director in disbelief and also rubbed his eyes. "Why the vacuum cleaner?"

"Because it is faster and because you also clean the air at the same time," he replied and already got up from his chair.

"Go West, life is peaceful there ... Go West in the open air ...", everyone sang and everyone got their Mumbis 4598 out of the closet and sat up.

Schnurps opened the window quickly and several vacuum cleaners sounded and thundered towards cornflakes.

Wherever they have to fly long.

To lighten the mood, Humbeldi Humbeldi handed out a few masks and immediately everyone was in a better mood again and flew ribbons, hearts and ...

Rzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… noise… Iyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

What was going on now, where was the hero?

Behind Schnurps, everyone was there except for the headmaster.

This one sailed down and sailed and sailed and sailed ...

Yeah where to, damn it ?!

You read that in the next chapter and until then we stay with best regards.