NOTES: Don't let the title fool you: it will feature all the boys. Inspired by "Big Time Movie." My first story for this show, but I wanted to try something different. You don't have to post R&Rs to get more. There'll definitely be more. Now...if there's a South American rusher (especially from, around, or been to Peru) out there who knows English and Spanish and has some time available to help with questions, I'd love to hear from you! Otherwise, all inaccuracies, typos, and bad Spanish are mine (I studied French) and that's all on me.

Chapter 1: The Arrival

The members of Big Time Rush cheered as they eagerly piled into their hotel suite.

"We made it!" Logan Mitchell shouted. He tossed his backpack onto one of the nearest beds, grinning. "Peru at last! What do you think, Carlos?"

The room was similar to their suite in London. It had a very large bedroom with four full-sized beds and a small desk. The bedroom also had a small balcony with a pair of French doors. Carlos Garcia slipped his helmet on and headed for the balcony window. He threw the doors open, leaned over the railing and and bellowed to the bustling street below. "Hello, Lima!" He was answered by high-pitched screams of delight from below. He turned back to Logan with a grin. "I love our Rushers."

Rolling his suitcase behind him, James Diamond headed straight to one of the two bathrooms and shut the door.

Kendall Knight wandered in the room next to the bedroom. It was bigger, and had a flat screen TV, a small sofa, two thickly-padded armchairs, and a coffee table with a remote control and a pair of game controllers on it. On one side of the room was small kitchen with a microwave, a small fridge, and a coffeemaker. "Carlos," he called out. "Aren't you going to call your dad and let him know we made it? He's only been asking you about Peru since the first tour."

"It's okay. I sent him a text when we landed."

Kendall re-entered the bedroom as Kelly Wainwright appeared in the open doorway of the suite, clipboard in hand. "Good," she said. "You're here. Now—wait—where's James?"

"Bathroom" replied Logan. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Kelly's here."

The door opened and James emerged, dressed in dark green cargo pants and a brown leather bomber jacket with a beige button-down shirt with patch pockets. The whole outfit was completed by a beat-up looking, soft fedora hat.

Logan pointed at him, puzzled. "When did you get that? Was that actually in your luggage?"

Kendall smirked. "Oh…my…god. Who are you supposed to be? Indiana James?"

James nodded, his voice deep and serious. "You bet I am. Logan said there's tons of jungle and rain forest in Peru and the ladies love an adventurous guy."

Kendall eyed him up and down with a skeptical look. "And that's you? I never thought I'd say this, but I think I prefer Bandanna Man."

"Bandannas are cool!" James exclaimed, his voice sharp. He continued in his best dramatic-sounding voice. "Ah, my friend, yes, superheros have their place, but here…" He put his hand on Kendall's shoulder. "In South America…the ladies need someone who's—"

"—Nuts?" Logan finished for him.

Carlos frowned, pointing at James's hat. "Doesn't that ruin your hair?"

James did his 'The Face' move, saying "It's all part of the look." Kendall rolled his eyes.

Kelly shook her head. She should have been used to this kind of thing from the guys by now, but they still managed to surprise her. She sighed and continued, choosing once again to ignore these latest antics. "Okay, whatever. Look, guys, sound check has been delayed. There's been some flooding that managed to damage the electrical system, and now they need to do some major repairs first."

The guys of Big Time Rush frowned at this news. Logan said what they were all thinking: "What does this mean for the concert? We don't want to let our fans down."

"If it's really bad, we may have to reschedule and allow fans to trade in their tickets for a later date." She could see the disappointment and worry in their faces. "It'll be okay. I promise: we won't leave South America without doing a concert here. We'll know more tomorrow. For now, look at the bright side. You have an extra day to actually see Lima. But keep your phones handy in case anything changes. And don't roam too far."

Carlos looked at his bandmates. "I bet Gustavo is freakin' out."

"GUSTAVO IS NOT FREAKING OUT!" Gustavo Rocque, their manager/record producer/songwriter, suddenly appeared in the doorway behind Kelly. For a guy who insisted he wasn't freaking out, Big Time Rush couldn't help but notice sweat was pouring down his face, his hands were clenching and unclenching, and at least one eye was twitching behind his ever-present sunglasses. "Everything's going to be FINE. You DOGS just need to stay out of trouble for the next 24 hours, got it? We don't want a repeat of what happened in London."

James couldn't resist. "But we saved the w-"

"DON'T say it. Just…don't. Because if you say it, I have to accept that it actually happened. And as far as I'm concerned, it wasn't real." Gustavo laughed nervously. "It was all just Carlos's dream."

"But—"

"CARLOS'S DREAM!" And without another word, Gustavo turned and disappeared down the hall.

Kelly watched him go before giving BTR one last I-really-mean-it look. "Guys, just…you know…try to stay out of trouble, okay?"

Kendall smiled. "No worries, Kelly. Everything will be fine. This won't be like Lon-"

"CARLOS'S DREAM," she shouted, and raced after Gustavo.

Logan turned to his band mates and shrugged. "Soooo..what do we do now?"

James was standing in front of a mirror adjusting his hat for the just-right angle. "We never have time when we're on tour. Not for doing anything that's not concert-related." Finally satisfied, he turned to his bandmates. "Let's go experience Peruvian culture by meeting Peruvian girls."

"I need to get some souvenirs," said Carlos. "For my dad. And our friends at the Palm Woods. Like the Jennifers."

James groaned. "Shopping? Really? That's so boring!"

"Why can't we do what I want to do for a change? We always—!"

"Because this city is probably crawling with hot girls and you want to waste time—!"

"And you think you're going to charm them in that—!"

"Well, it's a lot less BORING than—Logan, back me up here—!"

"Don't drag me into this, Mr. Delusional—!"

Moments later, Logan, James, and Carlos were all talking at once.

"Guys! Guys" shouted Kendall, frustrated. "Look, Carlos has a point. Let's help him get his souvenirs - quickly - and get that out of the way. Besides, I really should get something for Mom and Katie. Then we can use the rest of the time for other things. Like you said, it's more time than we usually have, and James, that's more time than you really need to meet a girl."

"Meeting? Or choosing?"

"Not the point!"

Logan looked at James. "And while we're buying souvenirs, maybe we can find James a new wardrobe."

"What?! Why? I look good. And this is classic—!"

"Classic like in 'old and musty'. Where did you even—!"

Kendall sighed as he shepherded his friends, still arguing, towards the door. The boys of Big Time Rush had just reached the hotel elevator on their floor when Logan stopped them.

"Guys, our fans will be waiting for us outside."

James grinned at that. "So? We love our fans."

Carlos agreed. "And they're always nice to us."

"True," said Logan. "But we don't have time now. If we stop for autographs and pictures, Carlos won't be able to get his souvenirs."

They hated to admit it, but Logan was right. Ordinarily, stopping to greet fans was never a bother, but time was tight and they were on a mission - more or less.

"The stairs!" Kendall cried.

Carlos opened the door to the stairwell and stopped abruptly, the rest of his bandmates crashing into him. "This won't work. Listen!"

The guys could hear their fans screaming and giggling below.

James stepped back and raised one finger. "Don't worry, men! As Indiana James, I'll lead us out of here!" He ran down the corridor without a backward glance. Despite his confidence, his bandmates knew he had no more idea where he was going than they did, but what did they have to lose by following him? Everyone was running on instinct now anyway. Suddenly James stopped. At the end of the hall next to an ice machine was a small door about 2 feet square. "Wait! This must be the laundry chute." A slow smile spread across his face. "We take this and land softly in a pile of sheets and towels below. Fun…and safe." He pulled the small door open and climbed in feet first. He leaned on the edge for a moment, grinned over his shoulder at his friends, and then dropped out of sight.

Carlos grinned and slapped the top of his helmet before getting in after James. "That looks like fun! Geronimo!"

"Logan?" Kendall raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Logan groaned in dismay and quickly followed Carlos into the laundry chute, with Kendall right behind him.