A/N: HI EVERYONE! So, it's almost 2AM and I am TIRED! And, Christmas reminds me of cookies….and I like Narnia…soo, enjoy this short drabbley one-shot of absolute silliness and mischief from two of your favorite brothers!
Disclaimer: Yeah, maybe it's a good thing I don't own them…
"EDMUND! PETER!"
The two brothers exchanged a worried glance.
"Oh, no," Peter gulped. " She doesn't sound happy."
Edmund stuffed a cookie in his mouth and began gathering more in a handkerchief.
"Ifgh noth goom whe tje genuth quarn ivth genuth," he said, trying to keep crumbs from flying out of this mouth.
" Edmund, please swallow, then talk." Peter followed his brother and carefully chose the biggest cookies.
" I said," Edmund returned. " It's not good when the Gentle Queen isn't gentle."
" You don't think this has to do-"
"Peter, don't you dare!"
" What? I was just saying, I hope she's not angry about-"
"Peter!"
The two jumped when Susan stood in the doorway of the kitchen, hands on her hips.
" Our escape route is barred, brother," Peter whispered.
" I suggest we give a small distraction."
"Like what?"
Scarcely were the words out of his mouth when Edmund tossed a cookie at their "enemy."
Due to a lack of aim, the cookie went right over her head.
" You did not just-" Susan began. However, her older brother had thrown another cookie. Since his aim was much better than the younger's, it landed right in her mouth.
With a shriek of exasperation, she took the cookie out of her mouth and hurled it at the blond head. Being the greatest archer in all Narnia, she hit her target and the clang of a crown echoed the halls.
" Susan, please," Peter pleaded. " Don't be angry. We didn't mean to-"
"Peter!" Both Edmund and Susan shouted at once.
Peter saw his chance. He grabbed his crown and, while still shooting his projectiles, ran past Susan and away upstairs.
"Oh! I see how it is, Peter! Leave Edmund to do all the work!" Edmund shouted. He looked at Susan- her eyes raging.
It was a fortunate thing Edmund was an excellent diplomat.
" I'm sure a bob cut will look very nice on you!"
A cookie on the nose.
" Er- and besides, purple looks good on you!"
Cookie knocks offs crown.
" And just think about it! You won't have to worry about those suitors for awhile!"
Bulls eye. Cookie in the mouth.
Susan, however, had run out of ammunition. Edmund took off, but not without his hankerchief of cookies.
The young queen considered going after him, but decided it was best to calm herself. She was succeeding, until Lucy came into the room.
" What's all the noise ab-Susan? What's wrong with your hair?"
Susan clenched her fists hard and gathered more cookies. "PETER! EDMUND!"
A/N: Like I said….no sense at all. Hope you liked it though:D