Wind Waker HACKING! - PBG
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Starting off Zelda Month with a little Wind Waker hacking! Enjoy!
Check out my Gameplay/Let's Play channel! - / pbggameplay
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BIG thanks to YT'er CosmoCortney for helping me with a few specific hacks! - / cosmocortney
I was also using a site called GSCentral, but it seems to be down currently. In that case, I suppose google is your friend! ;D
ROLLING song: • Beats by SalamonLK - R...
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/ peanutbuttergamer
/ peanutbuttergmr - เกม
Watching old PBG is so nostalgic
Ikr!! I used to watch him for long periods of time when I was 7
@@razziechkn same
Same
@razziechkn same
same
cant believe my childhood was 10** whole years ago.
Man... I feel old
sniffle cry
same
Same here
Same here
i refuse to believe this was almost 7 years ago
update: it turned 7 years old today, i’m going to crumble
update 2: please stop reminding me that it’s now 8 years, i’m not emotionally stable enough to deal with this knowledge
update 3: EVERYONE SHUT UP I BETTER NOT HEAR A THING ABOUT 10 YEARS WHEN I COME BACK
trust
You ain't the only one
Wow I am getting old
Sort of
I know
God, I'm a boomer.
“Just regular dirty” is such an iconic PBG joke
_but I’m just_ *REGULAR* dirty
still quote to this day
and now your twenty
This guy may not have known it, but he was raising and influencing so many of us. Thank you pbg
I came back to this video/ account YEARS after first finding it and I cant believe I forgot about this guy because he used to be one of my absolute favorites growing up.
Agreed
Exactly. I used to watch PBG all the time as a child. I'd quote him all the time, much to the confusion of my parents. 😂
this guy got me through high school
@@ryankelley9905 yea same lol
"I WILL CRUSH YOU, TINY, MORTAL LADY!" is my favorite.
CatMuto I agree
But she witches immortal
200 to The nutcracker little boy in the middle
Same =w=
“But I’m just regular dirty
PBG: Link between worlds...I'll talk about it someday
Me: 6 years later and still no official video
;-;
Mega Rotom IKRRRR
IKR
KEEP IT AT 69 LIKES
@@lucasbrantley7250 If only....
"Link will run around with his arms flailing like a cartoon character"
Hmm... Wait...
Isn't he a cartoon character?
A.J. Dodds in the wind waker yes
no
no.
I feel slightly offended
I mean....
"They see me rolling and they're hating me and they think that I am trying ride so dirty and they think I'm riding dirty and they think I'm riding dirty and they think I'm riding dirty, but I'm just REGULAR DIRTY"
After 3 years it still a classic video from PBG 💞
sakilook *caouph* its actually been 5 years *couph* though seriously your right, that was awesome
first, this was a year ago, second, it's four. close through?
Yeah same!
WHITE AND NERDY
Lol
I'm really shiny, WOW!
But I'm also really laggy now...
BYY BY sister!
I like the songs he made
Boat? BOAT?
BOAT COME BACK!
#laggytelescopeangel
LOL
i told everybody
“Aye, Keelhaul the Jig and refasten the falafels, we sail for smoother seas, men!”
Never fails to make me laugh, even after the 20th time seeing this
Ok ay im glad otheres rewatch these videos for comfort
Same
“You’re becoming more like your father.”
dead
4:02
RIP.
6:39 best song ever
They see me Rollin
They are hating me
Cause they think that I am tryna
Ride so dirty think I'm riding dirty
They think I'm riding dirty ,they think I'm riding dirty
But I'm just regular dirty
sulaiman alshatti My favorite PBG moment of all time
Dude that song made my cousin laugh for days
I want this available to download...
Much lol
Yeah ridin dirteh
6:39 best part of the vid
Definitely. This is pure perfection.
I'd say 5:44 is.
Yes that is true
Rollin dirty
I was 11 when this video came out. My God the Memories of watching pbg after school makes me wish I was a kid again.
Thank you pbg for entertaining us for over a decade now
Same here. God I hate how that makes me feel, ugh
Really weird to think I was hiding and watching these when I was 10yrs old while trying to supress my laugh. I thought my parents would think PBG was inappropriate for some reason. Now I'm 18, I've graduated high school and im working an office job living in a new city. Time really flies...
The memories... and treasures
So you were/are as old as Wind Waker lol
I was 27. :|
*falls to knees*
“8…years….”
“8 YEAAARRRRRRSSSSS!”
This was my first PBG vid when I was 10, I thought this was the funniest video I had ever watched in my entire life back then, good memories. I’m not gonna say I’m old but it makes me feel like time goes by quicker then I feel it going by lol.
I see you were also born in 2003 if you were 10 when this came out…
4:59 I WILL CRUSH YOU TINY MORTAL LADY
gets me everytiem
MineBro56 I love it XD
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
"Aye, keelhaul the jib and fasten the falafels, we sail for smoother seas, men!"
roby family lol
Excuse me what? *My reaction in a nutshell*
Here let me translate what he actually said.
"Yes, Throw the triangular sail that sits above the foremast through the water under the keel of a ship, either across the width or from bow to stern. Secure the deep fried doughnut-shaped patty, made from ground chickpeas, fava beans, or both. Herbs, spices, and onion. We sail for smoother seas, men!"
Aye aye captain
roby family Huh?
6:40 best song ever
IM JUST REGULER DIRTY
I think PBG is an underrated classic TH-camr. Most of his videos don’t do it for me anymore but this one will always hold a special place in my heart
PBG is the only funny youtuber that doesn't curse. I salute him for that.
Agreed :D
aye!
futureartist9 my boy...
wait what...?
GO PBG
4:02 Toon Link: **Screams while the boat spins very quickly**
Peppy: you're becoming more like your father.
Brodiero- Solar Most underrated comment
Jammel Weaver
you're right.
Hahahahaha 😂
I'd like to know what his father is like
Sorry to ruin the joke but it’s a star fox reference to ‘Do a barrel roll!’
I have watched this video so many times, but how have I never heard him say, “refasten the falafels”? This is why I love pbg
its been about a year and a half since I found this channel but thanks for all the fantastic memories, and I would like to thank the Peanut Butter Gamer community for being an actually good and positive part of the internet
*But I'm just regular dirty*
TheNoobPlays 😂😂
Lol
X'D
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@@justinboeve you suck
Plot twist: I'm only regular dirty
WHAT!?
I thought you were riding dirty!!!
XD
Wrong Game, buddy! Your looking for something on N64.
Wrong game, Link. This is not one of the N64 games. This is Wind Waker on the GameCube.
Ah yes, the nostalgia... “they se me rollin’ they hatin’”
"I put a lot of TIME into that piece"
I see what you did there
I can't believe this was 3 years ago...I still remember seeing this in my sub box the day it was uploaded.
Same
SAAAAME
Soccerkins that's crazy
Napstafox ikr
ya I remember that I saw that this was one year ago when I was getting into the hacking series starting with the 2nd one! but...its now been 3 years! holy cow!
"THIS, IS MY NEW SECRET BASE! Don't tell anybody!" You just told 5.7 million people about it lol
That's the joke
Yeah I know lol
it just makes me think of Pokemon ruby sapphire and emerald versions.
GummyJon shhhhhhhhhhhh
GummyJon XD
4:02 I'm interested to see what his father is like.
In Wind Waker, the producers had the chance to change the Darknut's name to "Darkmutt."
Pretty sad they didn't see that.
Napstablook profile pic
I laughed so hard at the "200 FOR THE LITTLE BOY DYING OF SEIZURE!"
Rico124 "iihgghyh
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
"How about 205? Can I get 205?"
Ikr
Rico124 ikr
6:10 can't stop laughing
IM sorry im sorry
Gawd xp
Sorry.... >.
ok good
That part is very funny!
***** >~
lOL
This is my favorite hacking video, I can come back to it so many times and it never gets old... as most of PBGs content is
2:42 The funniest thing is how the NPC's keep looking at you wherever you go during a conversation, so when you bail out of the scene, your sis is like:
"Did grandma make that outfi- oh, okay. Bye, Big Brother!"
"Grandma did tell me he was adopted..."
This video was the first PBG vid I've ever saw. It's been 3 years.
This was my second, after Mario 64 Hacking.
True Cocoa
Same
Same
Same
WildEagle12345
Love that "But I'm Just Regular Dirty" song. Could be the best parody!
Me too.
PBG, please make that a full song/parody
2:55
(Rewatching this again because I had that part stuck in my head and just remembered where it was from)
This series is solid gold
6:43 - 6:53
....man. I wish I can run around my school like that.
your attack on titan x smash bros vid is amazing dude.
I do.
Fancy seeing you here! :D
AuraGoddess Me? Uh...Okay...
Its easy, you just have to become regular dirty.
TODAY WE HAVE THIS WONDERFUL PIECE OF HEART UP FOR AUCTION!
I WILL START THE BIDDING AT 83, CAN I GET 83?
83 TO THE MAN WITH THE HAIRY CHEST AND THE BUCK TEETH!
HOW ABOUT 89, CAN I GET 89?
89 TO THE WEIRDO WHO IS APPARENTLY NAMED GARRICKSON!
HOW ABOUT 200, CAN I SEE 200?
OHH, WOW, 200 FOR THE LITTLE BOY IN THE MIDDLE DYING OF A SEIZURE!!!
how about 205? can I get 205?
l got 205
205 TO THE PERSON WHO HIS NAMED JaMyran Sanders! 240, CAN I SEE 240!?
+Jason Quiver 240!
+Ƈнασѕтяσм *makes watching you motion*
10000!
Is it weird I fully remember and can repeat the entire video word for word I haven’t watched this video in almost 4 years....
7 years later….still my favourite
10 years later still my favourite
"AYE KEEL HOLE THE JIBBENS REFASTEN THE FOLAFALS WE SAIL FOR SMOOTHER SEAS MEN!"
i died at that part
XDXD Same here
me too
also "I WILL CRUSH YOU TINY MORTAL LADY."
AYE AYE, CAPTAIN
"They see me rollin' and they are hatin! And they
think that I'm trying to ride so dirty, think I'm riding Dirty, they think
I'm riding Dirty, they think I'm riding Dirty, but I'm just
REGULAR DIRTY..."
This is a certified youtube classic. This is everyone's first Zelda Month video. I remember watching this with my sister when I was 7 or 8. You earned a lifelong fan, peebs. Keep celebrating Zelda Month, and don't forget that you made tons of childhoods for us.
Link in the new botw sequel trailer: 2:35
My favorite part. Boat? BOAT? BOAT COME BACK! D: XD
When you talk to your pet in the sweetest voice possible but they go the other way
Mine are the *"Tiny, mortal, lady"* and the *"They see me rolling"*
I'm the 150th person to like
5:58 AYE!!! KEY HOLE THE JIB AND FASTEN THE FALAFELS! WE SAIL FOR SMOOTHER SEAS MEN!!
Yas we need to defeat the bush baby tribe!
Yas we need to defeat the bush baby tribe!
Pdfxbgg njyyybbbf bhfzz hre
+Megaman_XP God bless
lol
This video is officially 10 years old, and it’s still a masterpiece.
2:57 made me laugh so hard I literally farted
"they see me rolling and, they are hating me"
" and they think that i'm trying too ride so dirty"
"they think i'm riding dirty, they think i'm riding dirty"
"they think i'm riding dirty, but i'm just regular dirty"
beautiful
Majestic
This was almost 3 years ago, I didnt realize it was that long holy shit
ikr
WUT?! Has it really been that long! 0-0
Damn I feel so old
Garaylo1 well now it's 4 but yeah it's old
It blows my mind that PBG used Toon Link's Brawl render in the intro because this video released before Smash 4. My dude's been working for too long
I remember watching this when it came out, when I was 8! It was the hardest I had laughed at that age, I adored these videos, and coming back now that I’m literally twice that age, it’s crazy how much flew over my head! A walk down memory lane...
"...around like a cartoon character" No wonder: Toon Link IS a cartoon character!
I'm trying to remember the riding dirty song ;-;
alex the bunny 🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐶🐼
alex the bunny they see me rolling
alex the bunny white n nerdy is better.
they catch me ridin da hatin controlin the power gotta catch me dirty gotta catch me ridin dirty
telephone the dutch angel dragon d
This was one of the first PBG videos I ever watched (I was 10 at the time) and seeing this channel still going strong seven years later is really nice to see ☺
still watching to this day!
I watched this on repeat constantly as a kid, and now I finally get to play wind waker several years later. Thank you pbg you got this ps2 kid interested in the zelda series as a whole and I'm greatful!
I can't wait for this years Zelda month :D
Yeah he needs to announce the restarting of his skyward sword walkthrough!
also this zelda month there are also ruby and sapphire remakes.
It's been a long time since I've had a video that made me laugh so much
Zelda month
yeeeah
I was about to comment the same thing! :D
ik
Orly? Look up Roast compilation flipgram.
He sounds like a deflating balloon
Happy aniversary Hacking Series!
Cant belive it's been 7 years
all these years later, and this is still one of my favs
I want PBG's version of Riding Dirty.
Link Death Stare confirmed?
They think I'm riding dirty, but I'm just regular dirty!
Same here XD
I will crush you tiny mortal lady!-
They see me rollin and they are hating me and they think that I am trying to ride so dirty, they think I'm riding dirty, they think I'm riding dirty, they think I'm riding dirty but I'm just regular dirty.
Man i come back to this video every few years and its still great. A friend introduced me to peebs when this video was still new and its crazy that it was almost 10 years now
"just wait for it and bamm
*seizure* "
Me watching the banned Pokémon episode
You got the quote wrong.
Next game: a link to the description
That’s actually a pretty good joke.
Did anyone else think he was going to say "So angry, in fact, that I think I'll do a rap about it"?
Me too!
YES!!
YASSSSSSSSSSSS
Link hahahahahahah!
Man, it hits different to watch PBG hack Zelda games as an adult and feel that wave of childhood nostalgia come over you. Thanks for one of the coolest and nerdiest childhoods ever, Peebeegee.
Man, I wonder if PBG really understands how near and dear he is to so many of our childhoods. That's true of many TH-camrs, but there's something unique about PBG, younger or older.
I know this word is tossed around a lot these days, but 6:40 to 6:54 is pure EPICNESS
6:39-6:54 got me dead 😂👌
But I’m just regular dirty
ive been watching your channel since.. i dont even know??? like 7 years of age?!?! i'm 15 now and this definitely shaped my sense of humor and the way i interact with content creators etc. Thank you pbg for being my childhood
This video was my introduction to entertaining videos on TH-cam. That was 10 YEARS ago...
Thank you for all the smiles, PBG. 🙏
5:48 This is the best hack _ever._
*_THE BEST HACK EVER_*
"I'm sure I'll talk about [A Link Between Worlds] at some point anyway."
Nope!
My lord this makes me feel old. PBG was such a big part of my childhood and I will never forget him for it.
The little song at the end of this video has had me coming back every so often for the last 6 years even though I dont watching peanut anymore. I'm not sure how to describe the joy hilarity and slight nostalgia from just that few seconds but I love it
IDEA!
Zelda Month should be rescheduled from Nov. 1-31 to Jan. 1 to Dec. 31
Hm... This guy is on to something.
I cannot like this comment more than once...!
+Miles McCauley yup
Or around Zelda Us release date
PBG's got better things to do than talk about Zelda every week.
I LL CRUSH YOU Tiny Mortal LADY 4:59
Giovanni Gamer e curiosidades sobre versões antigas Yep
Insert Attack on titan reference here.
Wow, like 9 years ago I watched this and I still remembered your whole set up. Hope you still do these!
I was 8 years old when this video came out. I remember I was over at my friends house and he wanted to show me this, it was the first youtube video I had ever seen and me and my friend Tommy laughed our asses off at these videos for hours. I haven’t watched this channel for a couple years but I can’t even describe how happy it makes me to see you still putting out great videos. Thanks PBG you are, and always will be, the GOAT!!!!
PROBLEM WITH TH-cam COMMENTS
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made
drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did
have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had
nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she
spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the
neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their
opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and
their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't
think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs.
Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years;
in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her
sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was
possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would
say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the
Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy
was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want
Dudley mixing with a child like that.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story
starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that
strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the
country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for
work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming
Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs.
Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed,
because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the
walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got
into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of
something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley
didn't realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to
look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet
Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking
of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and
stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the
corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now
reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats
couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and
put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of
nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something
else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help
noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people
about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in
funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this
was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering
wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite
close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was
enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man
had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The
nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some
silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something...
yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr.
Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the
ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate
on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swoop ing past in broad
daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed
open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never
seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly
normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made
several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a
very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs
and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of
them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't
know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering
excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on
his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he
caught a few words of what they were saying.
"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry"
Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the
whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better
of it.
He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his
secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost
finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the
receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was
being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were
lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think
of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even
seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point
in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her
sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister like that... but all
the same, those people in cloaks...
He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and
when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that
he walked straight into someone just outside the door.
"Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It
was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a
violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the
ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in
a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir,
for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at
last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy,
happy day!"
And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.
Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete
stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that
was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping
he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he
didn't approve of imagination.
As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw --
and it didn't improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that
morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the
same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.
"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a
stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying
to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still
determined not to mention anything to his wife.
Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all
about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had
learned a new word ("Won't!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When
Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to
catch the last report on the evening news:
"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's
owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally
hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been
hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since
sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly
changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin.
"Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going
to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"
"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not
only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as
Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead
of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting
stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- it's
not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."
Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain?
Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place?
And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...
Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was
no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat
nervously. "Er -- Petunia, dear -- you haven't heard from your sister
lately, have you?"
As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all,
they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.
"No," she said sharply. "Why?"
"Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting
stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..."
"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.
"Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you
know... her crowd."
Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered
whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he
didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son --
he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"
"I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.
"What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"
"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."
"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite
agree."
He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed.
While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom
window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there.
It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for
something.
Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the
Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of
-- well, he didn't think he could bear it.
The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr.
Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting
thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were
involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs.
Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about
them and their kind.... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get
mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over
-- it couldn't affect them....
How very wrong he was.
Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat
on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as
still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of
Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the
next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly
midnight before the cat moved at all.
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so
suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the
ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall,
thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which
were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes,
a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots.
His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon
spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been
broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a
street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was
busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to
realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat,
which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For
some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and
muttered, "I should have known."
He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a
silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and
clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He
clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times
he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street
were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat
watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed
Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening
down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his
cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down
on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he
spoke to it.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling
at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly
the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was
wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight
bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said
Professor McGonagall.
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a
dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.
"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently.
"You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles
have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her
head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks
of owls... shooting stars.... Well, they're not completely stupid. They
were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- I'll bet
that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious
little to celebrate for eleven years."
"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no
reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on
the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes,
swapping rumors."
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping
he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A
fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have
disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he
really has gone, Dumbledore?"
"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful
for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what?"
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of"
"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't
think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if
You-Know-Who has gone -"
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him
by his name? All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense -- for eleven years I
have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name:
Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was
unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so
confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason
to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.
"I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half
exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're
the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will
never have."
"Only because you're too -- well -- noble to use them."
"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey
told me she liked my new earmuffs."
Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls
are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what
everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally
stopped him?"
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most
anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard
wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed
Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that
whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until
Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing
another lemon drop and did not answer.
"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort
turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is
that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that they're -- dead. "
Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
"Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it...
Oh, Albus..."
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I
know..." he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all.
They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But -- he
couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how,
but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's
power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone.
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"It's -- it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's
done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy?
It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the
name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her
eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a
golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch.
It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving
around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because
he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was
he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to
tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family
he has left now."
"You don't mean -- you can't mean the people who live here?" cried
Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four.
"Dumbledore -- you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't
find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son -- I saw
him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets.
Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and
uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've
written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on
the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a
letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -- a
legend -- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day
in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child
in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his
half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous
before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even
remember! CarA you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away
from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and
then said, "Yes -- yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy
getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she
thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"Hagrid's bringing him."
"You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as
this?"
I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor
McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does
tend to -- what was that?"
A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew
steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a
headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and
a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of
them.
If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride
it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times
as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long
tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands
the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were
like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle
of blankets.
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did
you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing
carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to
me. I've got him, sir."
"No problems, were there?"
"No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right
before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was
flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of
blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a
tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously
shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself
above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well
-- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with."
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.
"Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his
great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very
scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a
wounded dog.
"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and
burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead
-- an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or
we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly
on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to
the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out
of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to
the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at
the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall
blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from
Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.
"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying
here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his
bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir."
Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself
onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose
into the air and off into the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore,
nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.
Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he
stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and
twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet
Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking
around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the
bundle of blankets on the step of number four.
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish
of his cloak, he was gone.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and
tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect
astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his
blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside
him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was
famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs.
Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk
bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and
pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very
moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up
their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy
who lived!"
***** hell why not the whole series.
Why does Ganondorf hate the internet? Because their are to many...
*puts on sunglasses*
LINKS!
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not gonna lie... thats one of the greatest jokes of all TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
xDD
shadowthetwisted OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is now going in my new LOZ joke book that did not exist before I saw this comment. Nice, this is a joke I will be telling people LONG after LOZ isn't popular anymore. :)
Omg. WTH. 😍
Thank you for making my childhood
"Boat? Boat?? BOAT, COME BACK!!!!"
BOAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I can't stop waching this one
DAWEK
Yes doctor who, I have taking over the Wind Waker
I laughed way too hard at this, and I think I always will considering I watched this video 10 times now.
I like your emblem.
Robert Pendli Well that's nice, good for you!
I actually thought I sounded like a douche...
Nevan Lowe Oh, and thank you, by the way.
The peak of PBG silliness
6:40 Lyrics:
They See me rolling and they are hating me and they think that I am tryna' ride so dirty, they think I'm ridin' dirty, They think I'm ridin' dirty, they think I'm ridin' dirty but I'm just regular dirty.
This is byfar the most funniest PGB video ive ever seen....Gotta laugh my ass off at "THE LITTLE BOY IN THE MIDDLE HAVING A SEIZURE!"
if you think this is funny, watch his harvest moon animal parade video. that is hillarious
6:00 always kills me
Oh god the nostalgia. I’m almost ashamed but also proud to say that I can recite this word for word hdjfjdj
I still come back and rewatch this video every few months, it’s just so nostalgic
first pbg video. i brutalized the sub button
I could say the same thing
Same With me yesterday
Same XD
Omg same I just smashed it
*cries because you broke your phone brutalitizing the sub button too HHAARRDD*
6:32 200 TO THE LITTLE BOY IN THE MIDDLE DYING OF A SEIZURE!
How About 205
can I get 205
This is really good quality for a 2013 video. Honestly fits the quality of most videos from 2016-2017. Still amazed that this is almost 10 years old.
Hitting the PBG backlog for some nostalgia. Who else remembers when these videos were new? Man, time flies.