This story involves the actual cast, rather than their characters.

I own nothing. I am not, nor to I know, any of the stars mentioned.


"Okay!" Miley Cyrus said, clapping her hands together. "Looks like we have everything needed to get this party started." She did a little dance move and motioned to the 2 fondue pots, tons of forks, tons of food products, and drinks.

"Uhh…Miles?" Emily asked, setting the bag of cheese cubes down.

"Yea?" the excited girl replied, shifting her hips to an invisible beat.

"It's a fondue party. No one, I repeat, no one, is that excited about melted cheese and chocolate." Emily explained, motioning to the other stars of Disney's Hannah Montana standing around the long table.

Miley abruptly stopped doing the Macarena. "Buzz kill! Who invited you anyway?"

Cody Linely spoke up from the left. "You did." At her death glare, he quickly shifted one of the bags, adverting her eyes.

Mitchell Musso snorted with laughter. "And, plus, we can't really throw her out… Considering she does have a right to be on the set of her show…" He trailed off, glancing at the set of Miley Stewart's living room on the right.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Yea, alright, stop poking fun at the fondue party stick in the mud! Now, Miley, we're supposed to let the black fondue pot heat up." She flipped a page in the book she had picked up.

The brunette nodded. "Alright." Carefully, she unraveled the long wire, slid one part of it in the indent on the pot, and then strung the rest to a near-by plug. Then, she shifted the adjustments so the pot should heat to 250 degrees. "Done."

Emily nodded. Then glanced back at her book. "Cody, why don't you get 3 tablespoons of butter…" then she walked awkwardly around the many bags on the floor and searched through one.

Cody nodded. "I can do that." He turned around and pulled out a stick of butter. Then stopped. "Mitchell, how do I do this?" he asked.

"Well, I think, you measure it, then, you tell Emily you're done."

"Yea, I know! But how do I measure it?" Cody glanced around. Mitchell opened his mouth to say something, but just then, Cody found a measuring cup. "Ah! Perfect." He put the cup on the table and clunked the butter in.

Mitchell just shook his head. "Uh, Co-"

"No, this isn't working." The other boy muttered.

"Li-" Mitchell tried again.

"Measuring spoons!" Cody quickly found the little silver spoons, all connected with a silver ring. Then, finding the tablespoon one, swiped it across the stick.

"Cody!" Mitchell cried tiredly.

The slightly taller, blonde boy looked over. "What?" Then, he took another tablespoon of butter from the stick. "Okay, that's two…"

"There are measurements on the paper, Cody!" Mitchell cried.

Cody abruptly stopped. "Oh. Right." He said, locating the measurements on the paper. But even with that, he finished the job with the spoon. "Done, Emily!"


There ya go! Will Emily kill everyone? Will Miley settle down?

As long as you comment, I'll update soon.