If you haven't already read Weasley's account of what happened at the game, you should. Basically, we got bored in Mr. Kraft's special box (which wasn't anywhere near as special as he made it out to be--no good hay, no kale, no carrotinis, not even a proper throne to sit on!) and wandered around a bit. Biff and I found some decent seats, Harrington made friends with the cheerleaders, and the old man got himself dropkicked for a field goal--and that was just the first half!
All of a sudden, the place went pitch black! There were people running around everywhere, and all this stuff was being dragged onto the field. Being rabbits, we got curious and had to investigate, even though it was really hard to see what was happening. There was all kinds of noise and chaos; it was hard to figure out what was going on.
Next thing I know, the lights come back on, and:
Harrington's part of the halftime show!
(I don't think he liked this part much...)
Of course, we couldn't let him have all the spotlight...
(I thought she was going to sit on me for a second...whooo, scary...)
(Madonna said we were the best backup dancers she's ever had.)
Of course, the next thing I know, we're all scooped up and brought back to Mr. Kraft's box. It wasn't a fun place to be, especially when the Patriots ended up losing. (Biff doing a Victor Cruz-style victory salsa dance didn't help matters, either.) Security was called, and you know what happens next...
So at the moment, we're in the pen. I tried calling Mum to see if she could help, but The Big Guy answered the phone and said she was busy putting her fists through a wall and saying bad, bad things, so I knew she wasn't going to be very helpful. Weasley and Biff said they'd see what their mums could do, so hopefully we'll be able to get back home soon. If not, does anybun know a good lawyer?