It was a week before prom, and Hermione Danslover was in search of the perfect dress.  She brought Candy Hair and Clairice Edslover with her to search the mall, but they couldn't find any good dresses.  "I guess we'll have to look somewhere else," she said as they piled into her car.  The three girls drove down Main street and were surprised to see that a new dress store had just opened.  Hermione read the sign out loud: "Whores-R-Us: Home of Cheap Dresses for Cheap Girls."  "Maybe we should look somewhere else," Clairice said.  Hermione insisted on going in, though.  "Hello, girls," a man at the door said, "I'm Mackdaddy Pimp, and I own this place.  Our special sale is on hooker boots and these dresses over here.  They're made out of a special kind of fabric that the men love.  And don't forget that you get a free condom with every purchase!"  The girls slowly backed out of the store.  "Remind me never to go in there again," Hermione said to the others.

            (The day before prom) "Class, Id like to introduce you to a new student," Professor Crazypants announced.  "His name is D.J. Knowitall."  Hermione looked up from her homework.  D.J. looked over at her and a chill went through her body.  She had a bad feeling about him.  At lunch D.J. sat down at Hermione's table.  "Did you know that I'm going to the prom?  'Cause I am.  I know all there is to know about being a deejay.  I'm even going to be the deejay at prom!" D.J. said in a matter-of-fact voice.  "Hey, thats great!  Too bad NOBODY cares!"  Blondie Darkroots said in an annoyed tone.  "Fine, if that's the way it's gonna be.  I'll show you at prom tomorrow," D.J. said ominously.  "I didn't like the sound of that," Hermione said when D.J. had left.  "There's just something I dont trust about him."

            (Prom)  Hermione and her date walked into the ballroom where prom was being held.  A techno song was being played, and D.J. was at the turntable.  Everyone was standing motionless.  Busta Move wasnt even dancing.  "Something's wrong here.  I mean, techno sucks, but people can still dance to it," Hermione said to her date.  "Let's show them what a real party is."  Hermione and her date began to dance to the annoying techno beat.  Suddenly, Hermione began to feel something pulling her off the dance floor.  Hermione looked around, but no one was there.  It was as if some sort of force was keeping her from dancing.  "I told you I'd show you!  No one will dance!  They can only listen to my funky techno beats!' D.J. said in an eerie voice.  "My Turntable of Doom will spin forever!!"  "NO!" Hermione yelled.  "I must keep dancing!"  Hermione pulled out every dance move she could think of.  She did the sprinkler, the running man, she even did some break dancing.  "NO!" D.J. yelled.  Busta Move slowly walked to the dance floor.  "Must...dance..." he said.  Busta began to moonwalk across the dance floor.  The turntable began to short circuit.  Hermione and Busta started to grind, and the turntable exploded.  "No! How can I be a great deejay without my Turntable of Doom?" D.J. said.  "Music should be used for good not evil," Hermione yelled.  "Take your stupid deejay dreams somewhere else!"  D.J. ran out of the room crying.  "Wimp," Hermione yelled after him.  "Come on, Busta, let's dance!"  Hermione and Busta started dancing as Justin Timberlake came on the speakers.  And no techno music was played the rest of the night.