Voldy Is Moldy

Banana Cream Pie

Once upon an evil dude who used to be named Tom Riddle, Voldy was sitting on the floor with whipped cream all over his face. Even for him, having whipped cream all over his face was not considered usual. What had happened was that Wormtail had made a huge banana cream pie with hopes of setting a record, but then Snape had Apparated onto it, and tripping onto the floor. Unfortunately Voldy had been standing there, so the whole thing came flying at him and knocked him to the ground. Wormtail was now skulking in the cellar, and Voldy sat on the floor, now having a reason to be rid of Snape. So did Nagini, as Snape had fallen on her (after eating 37 bags of potato chips, I might add).
Snape had fled with Nagini furiously snapping at him, Wormtail beating him with a frying pan, and Voldy sprawled in the midst of it all, tripping the whole lot all over again.
"Today is not a good day." said Voldy.
"You think?" Nagini hissed, her midsection still a bit flatter than usual.
Then a small bottle caught Voldy's eye.
"Let's blow bubbles!" said Voldy. He seized the bottle and proceeded to blow 15 1/2 bubbles, three of which came back and popped on his whipped-creamy face.
"I didn't even know banana cream pie HAD whipped cream." Voldy mumbled.
"You should have known." Nagini snorted. "It's in the name, duh."
"Well, too bad." Voldy blew another bubble.
"Being a 'Dark Lord' doesn't automatically give you brains, I guess." Nagini muttered.
Voldy threw the bottle of bubbles at her. Hissing, she retreated to the cellar, to see if there were any mice to swallow.