Dumbledore: Mumbling in his sleep: Tickets, tickets.........need more
tickets..........buy tickets

Trey: Dude, Dumble......wake up man.

Dumble: Buy .....buy tickets.......must buy da most...........

Trey: Shaking his best friend and cagemate: Dumble, wake up....you're
having a dweam man. Wake up Dumbledore........Look, don't make me do
something drastic.

Dumble: Use Mommys' Credit Card Thingy.....Raffle almost over......
Bedding sets..........stuff for my fur...........Basket of Goodies...
Fewwet Sculptures............Fewwet Art on CD............Stained Gwass
Fewwet......Diamond & Saphire beacelet to put on giwlfwiends neck.....
Fewwet Scarf.......I must win dem all!!

Trey: Gas mask in place.......OK man, you asked for it.........
POOF.................

Dumbledore: Startled awake by the toxic smell of his fully scented best
friend: Dude, Trey......what's wong wiff you?? Put a cork in it man,
dat be tewwible!!! Eeeeww......Gwoss!!vGasp.....gag....... hack.......
hiding his head under his blankie

Trey: Sowwy Man, but you was having a bad dweam. How's a guy supposed
to get any sweep wiff all dat wacket? I'm puttin my paw down Dumble....
I can't even go to da upstairs hammy, you've got the enture 2nd level
stuffed wiff dose stupid tickets......enuff is enuff.......I'm burnin
up da credit card thingy..........(Trey holds the card behind his tail
and lets out another toxic poof)

Dumbledore: Nooooooooooooooo............as Dumble watches the card melt
away in Trey's paw.

Trey: Sorry Dumble, but it was for your own good......you let dis
raffle thing get out of hand.....you need to let da hoomins buy da
tickets. Dey needs to go to da Fwiends of Fewwet Shewters Raffle page
and buys now cuz da raffle be all over in just a few more days:
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[Posted in FML 6144]