Eragon stared, bored, into the distance. Beneath him, Saphira's breath became labored. It seemed that the load was too much for her. She started losing a lot of altitude quickly. Eragon heard her voice in his head.

"Too… Heavy… Must… Land… Somewhere… Go… To… McDonald's… For… Food…" Eragon turned to Murtagh sitting behind him, completely unaware of Saphira's burdens. He was just sitting there, playing 'Super Mario Brothers' on his Nintendo DS. Maybe Thorn was right, Murtagh might really be that heavy. Eragon spoke up.

"Erm, Murtagh? We're losing altitude. We have to throw something off…" Murtagh looked up. His brother couldn't be serious; Eragon wasn't really considering throwing him off?

"Yeah, well, throw your luggage off! Look at how much room it's taking up!" The boys looked at Eragon's almost empty backpack in the crook of Saphira's neck.

"What about your luggage?" Eragon screamed. "It's taking up so much room, I almost can't sit properly!" They looked at the rest of the bags, taking up all the room on Saphira's back.

"It's not that much." Murtagh replied, almost scared of what Eragon might do to all his stuff. Eragon coughed, and pointed to the litter below them, packed full of even more of Murtagh's belongings. "Hey!" shouted Murtagh. "I need that stuff! For doing stuff!" Eragon raised his eyebrow.

"Right… I'm just gonna go through your bags and throw away all the stuff we don't need." He opened the closest bag, and went through it. As he named the items, he threw them off the side of the air transportation (Saphira). "Teddy Bear, Olympic Gold Medal, Waffle Iron, 1KG bag of peanuts, picture of Satan, Dragon chew toy, Laptop,"

"Hey, my LAPTOP!"

"Guitar, Sports Car… How did you fit all that stuff into one bag?" asked Eragon. Murtagh shrugged sadly, looking at where his laptop had fallen. Why wasn't it falling any further? And why wasn't Saphira moving? Saphira turned her head towards a building.

"Oh, look. What a coincidence (puff). We landed at the (puff) McDonald's car park (puff)!" she said. Murtagh looked at his watch. It was 9:30 in the morning.

"Yay, Eragon! They're still serving breakfast!" He bounced around everywhere, and landed on his laptop. "Hey, my LAPTOP!" Eragon looked at his watch

"How can they be serving breakfast now? It's eight o'clock at night!"

A slow realization dawned on Murtagh. "Oh no, my watch's broken!" Eragon and Saphira walked into McDonald's to order their dinner, while he fell to the ground sobbing. Just his luck, his Laptop and his watch had broken in the same day. Gradually, he got up and walked into the fast food store.

Eragon grinned happily as Saphira did a loop in the sky. It was good to be flying again. Murtagh, though, didn't share the same view as his younger brother. He sobbed into his backpack, and looked back to McDonalds, now just a speck on the horizon. Today, he'd had to say goodbye to practically all his belongings, from his CD player to his brand new sports car. It was a sad, sad day for us all. Saphira sped up.

"I can see a city! We might be able to stop for the night and get some food!"

Eragon spoke out loud. "Yeah. I know, I'm so hungry!"

Murtagh looked at the seemingly crazy person and dragon. "We've just eaten almost the whole stock of food at McDonalds!"

Eragon turned around. "You ate it all. Me and Saphira got a McNugget each."

Murtagh thought. It was hard. He gave up. "Okay, fine. We'll eat at the town…" He felt the cloak beneath his jumper. There was something solid wrapped in it. He counted the individual pieces through the cloak material. Yup, they were still there. Any minute, the McDonalds customers would all realize they were missing something… Almost instantly, he heard lots of loud cries, which sounded far away, but loud nonetheless.

"Hey, our WATCHES!" Murtagh smiled, and looked at the brand new watch on his wrist. If only his mum was here to see this…

Saphira looked at the blue town in the distance. Sure, the trees might be blue, and Thorn might be blue, but this town was bluer than anything else she had seen. Only once she was closer could she see the town clearly. It was Teirm! With joy, she told Eragon about her find.

Eragon shouted with joy, and turned to his brother. "Murtagh, it's Teirm! We've made it to Teirm!"

Murtagh looked puzzled. His superior logic had taken over his mind, where cheeseburgers, chicken nuggets and French fries had ruled just moments before. "How did that happen? We've only been flying one day, and we haven't even crossed The Spine!"

Eragon shrugged his shoulders. "Don't ask me, ask the Author!"

Murtagh turned to the Author, who had appeared out of nowhere next to him. He didn't seem affected by this; it was as if he was expecting it. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

"How should I know?" replied the Author. "I didn't even know Alagaësia had a McDonald's!" Murtagh rolled his eyes and looked away. "Hey, I saw that!" said the Author. "Do that one more time and I'll send you to the Naughty Corner!" Murtagh rolled his eyes again.

"We don't have a Naughty Corner! If you haven't noticed, we're riding on a dragon!"

"I'm the Author! That means I can make a Naughty Corner wherever and whenever I like!" The Author disappeared with a poof, and Murtagh was sent to the newly created Naughty Corner on the tip of Saphira's tail.

"This stinks!" he muttered.

"I heard that! Don't argue with the Author! And don't answer back, either, or you'll have to spend more time on the Naughty Corner!"

"Awwww, man!" moaned Murtagh. Eragon laughed hysterically, and Saphira let out a snort of laughter.

"Eragon! Saphira! Don't laugh at other people's misfortune! I'm sending you two to the Naughty Corners as well!" A Naughty Corner appeared in the crook of Saphira's neck, and a giant portable Naughty Corner appeared around her.

"Help me! I'm slipping!" yelled Murtagh, from his Naughty Corner at the end of Saphira's tail. "Help me! I slipped off and landed on the ground!" Eragon heard Murtagh say from somewhere far below them.

"Saphira, land!" he cried. Saphira did so.

"Hey, where's Murtagh?" she asked.

"I'm under here!" They heard a muffled cry from underneath Saphira. In a few minutes, all three of them were up in the air again, and Murtagh wasn't completely flat any more.

Saphira landed, and Murtagh let out a sigh of relief as he jumped off. "Hey!" yelled the Author. "I didn't say you could leave the Naughty Corner yet!"

Murtagh ignored him/her and said to Eragon, "I'm hungry. Let's go and get something to eat!"

Eragon looked him up and down. "Y'know, I think Thorn was right. You should call Jenny Craig™ or Weight Watchers™ or someone."

Murtagh got out his mobile (it was still pink). He typed in a number. "Hello, Weight Watchers™? I'd like to tell you --"

"Well done, Murtagh!" cheered the Author.

"Yeah, go Murtagh!" shouted Eragon and Saphira.

"Yes, well… I'd like to tell you to stop those annoying ads! They drive me crazy!"

The Author cheered. Eragon turned to him/her. "Did you know he was going to say that?" he asked in an only slightly shocked voice.

"Obviously!" the Author cried. "I'm the Author, I'm writing the whole story!"

"Why?" asked Eragon.

"Umm, good question. I don't know, it might be because nobody else was."

"Good reason. Hey, where's Murtagh?" asked the Author. Eragon looked around. Where was Murtagh? Meh, he could take care of himself. That's why he was the older brother.

"Come on, Saphira. Let's go to Hungry Jack's," said Eragon.

"The Burgers Are Better At Hungry Jacks! ™" said the Author.

"What was that for?" Saphira asked.

"What? I'm just implying that Hungry Jacks has good burgers!" the Author retorted.

"Fair enough." Eragon started walking, and soon Saphira followed him.

And where was Murtagh, exactly? When Weight Watchers™ hung up on him, he seized the chance to run away while Eragon, Saphira and the Author weren't looking. He went to the change rooms, and took all his clothes off until he was completely naked. Then, he put his 'Grim Reaper' cloak on, and hung all the stolen watches off little hook things. Hah, now the fun will really begin, he thought to himself. He laughed madly to himself, and his evil laugh got louder and louder until all the half-naked men in the room were staring at him. "Erm…" Murtagh cleared his throat. "I'll just go now." With that, he ran as fast as he could to Hungry Jack's and ordered a Kid's Club meal at the counter.

"Would you like a toy with that?" asked the person behind the counter.

"Yes, please! I love the toys!" He took his meal (toy and all) to one of the booths. Hey, there was Eragon and Saphira. He'd better put his hood up. At the other booth, Saphira nudged Eragon on the arm.

"Look, Eragon! It's the Grim Reaper!" Eragon looked where Saphira was pointing, and gulped.

"It's not after me, is it?"

"I think not, Little One."

"Why do you keep calling me 'Little One'? Why don't you call Murtagh something?"

"One, I call you that because you are little. And two, if you want, I shall now call Murtagh 'Slightly-Bigger One.' Will that keep you happy?"

"No comment." They both watched as the Grim Reaper walked out, playing with the little toy from his Kid's Club meal.

Outside, Murtagh walked up to a little boy with his mum. They seemed rich enough. "Psst, kid!" The kid came over to him. Murtagh opened his cloak, revealing the watches at cheap, cheap prices. The kid's jaw dropped to the ground. Murtagh had no underwear on, remember.

The child's mother came over. "Don't stare, Solembum! You have one, and your father has one! Although, at that price…" The mother looked at one of the silver watches, and handed Murtagh ten dollars.

"Hi, I'm Murtagh. Sorry for scaring your son like that." Whoa, Murtagh's hitting on older women!

"He's not my son, he's a Werecat. I travel where he travels, because I get lonely without him. He doesn't listen to what I tell him to do. My name's Angela." Murtagh watched Solembum as he changed from a boy to a cat, still keeping his shaggy hair. He then looked at the list, which for some reason he had, instead of Eragon.

"Hey, we have to give you a message from Islanzadí. She even put it in an envelope for you!" He handed Angela the envelope, and Angela read it out loud.

"To dear Angela,

Our studies have unfortunately proven that your theory on toads is correct. They do not exist, and were frogs all along. We shall send word to everybody in the empire as soon as possible. On a lighter note, would you kindly escort these two young boys and the dragon to Surda? They are on their way to the Varden. Going on a ship would probably be the best option, and Saphira would be more than happy to swim alongside it. I would recommend the 'Black Pearl', which I believe is at the Teirm Docks at the present moment. Tell no one; I don't want the shame of two students from Du Weldenvarden going to a special school for Shade Killers and Shade Eaters. Thank you for your cooperation.

Signed, Principal Islanzadí."

Angela finished reading, and looked at Murtagh. "That was short. But I think that means there's more than one of you," she stated.

Murtagh nodded enthusiastically. "Eragon and Saphira are at Hungry Jack's!"

He pointed towards Hungry Jack's straight across the road. There was a roar from Saphira, and the Fast Food restaurant went up in flames. All the staff and customers, including Eragon and Saphira, ran out of the flaming building. They ran up to Murtagh and said, "Would you believe us if we said it wasn't us?"

Murtagh thought for a minute, then shook his head. "Nope. Anyway, look! I found Angela and Solembum all by myself!" he said.

Saphira set one giant blue eye on the Werecat. "Solembum… that's a funny name!"

"Shut up!" said the Werecat. The Author appeared.

"Hey! I never said that anybody could leave the Naughty Corner! And you!" The Author pointed to Solembum. "You said a naughty word! Go to the Naughty Corner!"

"Ah, shit!" said everybody.

"That's it! You're all going to the Naughty Corner for half an hour!" yelled the Author.