Who you gonna call?

Argus Filch stalked to the door of his broom cupboard, muttering under his breath; a group of second years had trailed mud into the great hall. To make matters worse Peeves had chosen just then to set off a dungbomb.

"I swear, I'll get that ghost yet," Filch muttered, and opened the door to his broom cupboard.

A few moments later several Hufflepuff first years saw a soaking wet Filch storm through the corridors.

"PEEVES! NOW YOU'VE DONE IT. BOOBIE TRAP MY BROOM CUPBOARD WILL YOU? I'LL GET YOU THIS TIME!"

Filch noticed the first years staring at him. He snarled at them and they scurried off down the hall. His shabby clothes dripping with filthy, stinking water Filch stalked off to Dumbledore's office. Once in front of the door Filch gave the password and the gargoyle stepped aside.

Dumbeldore was sitting behind his desk, and looked up when Filch entered. He did not react to Filch's state, other than raise an eyebrow. "Peeves again, Filch?"

Filch nodded vigorously. "You have to do something about him this time Headmaster. He's becoming a real nuisance."

Dumbledore nodded, "I'll have it taken care of this time, Filch."

Filch nodded grimly, mildly surprised that Dumbledore had granted his request.

After Filch had left Dumbledore picked up a card and stared at it for several moments. In the top left corner of the card was a red circle with a cartoonish representation of a ghost, a red line was drawn through the ghost, a fact it seemed surprised of. Dumbledore put the card down and took a piece of parchment. Sticking his quill in ink he started writing.

A week later Peeves was happily painting rude words on the walls of the great hall, when a green beam of lightning like energy incinerated the statue he was sitting on.

"You need to aim a little higher Ray."

"I know that!"

Peeves stared at the four men wearing modified garbage men uniforms, and carrying huge blasters connected to large backpacks. Peeves quickly ducked out of the way when the one with the curly brown hair aimed his gun at him.

"Hey look out he's getting away!"

Filch winced as the four strangers blasted apart another statue. "Are you sure this was a good idea, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "Well, they seemed like the people to call at the time."

The End

I wonder how many people thought of doing this, eh?w