AN: Okay, so last we left off they had just picked up Eragon. I didn't feel like writing the car ride to the movies, so they're there already. Movie madness. Enjoy!

At the movies, there was a bit of a wait until the movie started. Never make Eragon bored. Bad things tend to happen. In this case, that thing involved Eragon flinging cheese everywhere. Don't ask me where he got cheese, cuz I don't know, and I don't think I want to.

Anyway, some cheese landed on Murtagh's head. Murtagh was still pissed off about the whole Orik-barfing-all-over-him incident and was looking for someone to take out his anger on. "Little brother, if you keep flinging cheese you are going to be so dead."

Eragon continued with the cheese-flinging fun. Murtagh had Zar'roc halfway out of its sheath when he remembered that he had sworn in the ancient language that he wouldn't hurt Eragon. At least for today. Unfortunately, Islanzadí saw him with his sword partly drawn.

"MURTAGH! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT WEAPONS?"

Knowing what was good for him, Murtagh ran into the relative safety of the nearest movie. As he entered, something blew up on screen. Maybe he would watch this movie instead…He liked explosions. And fire. Fire was good.

Eragon came running after in after him. "Islanzadí's throwing a fit. It's actually quite fun to watch, because she knows she can't do anything about it. Come on." Then he saw his brother staring at the screen, completely transfixed. Eragon grabbed Murtagh by the arm and dragged him back into the lobby.

"I thought you got therapy to fix the whole pyromania thing."

Murtagh let out a snort.

"I assume it didn't work, then."

Murtagh nodded. "Let's see Islanzadí, then."

By the time she had worn herself out yelling at Murtagh all the irresponsibility of having a sword in a public place, the movie was about to start. Once they were seated, Galby started passing around an enormous bucket of popcorn that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Eragon ate the whole thing in under five minutes.

"I'm obsessed with fire, you're obsessed with popcorn. You tell me who's crazier."

"So I like popcorn…"

"When you finished Galby's – "

"Would everyone PLEASE stop calling me Galby?!!"

"No!" answered everyone simultaneously.

"Fine. See if I ever get you guys free popcorn again."

"Anyway," continued Murtagh, "when you just finished Galby's bucket of popcorn, you threatened everyone else in here with magic into giving you their popcorn. Now, who's more obsessed?"

Eragon glanced around nervously, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth. "What are you talking about? I am NOT obsessed with popcorn! Hey, I know what you're trying to do! You just want to steal my popcorn! MY POPCORN! MINE!!!"

"Oookaaay…"

And blah blah blah. Soon enough, the movie was over, and everybody felt that they had been cheated out of their hard-earned seven dollars.

"I am NOT blond!" Arya shrieked.

"Neither am I!" Eragon shouted.

"I looked so FAT!!!" screamed Nasuada.

"I thought I looked pretty good," said Murtagh. The others glared at him mutinously.

"I was BALD!" moaned Galbatorix.

"Hey, maybe now we should call him 'baldy' instead of 'Galby.'"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

"Ha! Galby is a baldy! Galby is a baldy!"

"WHY, GOD, WHY?"

AN: I'm sorry, but this is it for this story. I really must focus my attention on writing "Taize," my other story. I have never been a good multitasker. So again, sorry.