Shivering in a corner, Dinny glared daggers at Veil. The poor mole never had enjoyed sailing to begin with but with all the waves and turns and crashes Veil added to the scene to make it seem more realistic, he had gotten terribly sea sick. Beyond word describing.

Patting his paws together, Veil let the shades that rested on his snout fall so that they were barely on. He peered over them, while Triss, Mariel, and even baby Gonflet gave him a manicure. "Now, take 10,289,433,577! ACTION!" (He kept track of that many take-overs?)

"Where is Durry with that Pearl Queen pudding?!" Rufe bellowed causing his oldness to make him look…not so old.

"Ee be suma where dawdling. Mista Rooooof." A small Dibbun said, a goofy smile planted on his little face.

"That's R-U-F-E, Rufe, not R-O-O-F roof." Placing a paw upon the Dibbun's head, he ruffled his ears playfully.

A small knock came from the door and unfortunately, for the 10,289,433,578th time, it fell in on contact. Durry stood staring at it dumbly, ladle in paw and a cart holding the Pearl Queen pudding in the other. "Maybe I shouldn't pound so hard."

"Pounda too hard!" One of the young squirrel Dibbuns scolded Durry shaking her fist. "You gonsta maka biiiiiig mess, then Mista Veil gotsta clean all ups afta ya!" Paw raised, the small squirrel led a rampage of squealing Dibbuns from the building and into the grassy abbey.

"That one there's gonna to grow up to be a fine marm!" Durry spoke, waving his ladle around as if he were an expert on this type of thing.

"Like you would know Durry…you really would. Knocking down the set and all there." Rufe eyed his old shipmate ruefully (get it? Rufe-rue? Ahahahahah…you don't get it).

Veil was rolling around the ground laughing his poor little ferret tail off. The manicure crew was all staring at him as if he were high off cheese curls.

Bryony looked at her friend with a bit of scared pity shaking her head. "Aw, Veil, look at what you've been resorted to become. A cheese curl-high director sit-in. For shame…"

"Oh Almighty Martin the Warrior, please bestow upon your power of your grace to allow us to go through at least ONE parody without having a screw up!! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!" Cornflower clasped her paws above her head, while kneeling upon the ground.

The reply came, with a beam of light. "Cornflower, Cornflower…rise from thy knees. Thou shall not bow before me, for thine is the same as I. Together as one. All Redwall creatures."

Squinting, Cornflower stood up and placed her hand over her brow and looked to the light stage. Smiling, she waved, "HIYA MARTIN!"

There stood Martin in the window with an Angel costume on, holding a harp. His face was not pleased. "What the heck did you fools do to me?"

"Martin's gotta floaty wingy things!" Skittles pointed out as he passed through.

Currently, Veil was dabbing at his face with a kerchief as he tried to regain his composure.

Basil let out a small moan, but was silenced once again as Veil kicked him. "Boy you chaps is doomed when we get to the actual production!"

Chugger had gotten a hold of his own 'angel' wings and was running around the back of the camera-crew pointing his star ended wand and throwing 'pixy dust' everywhere. "Chugger a pwetty lil fairy!" Then he tripped over the rather large lump, signifying as Sunflash's great mace that Veil had hidden and landed flat on his face.

It took a few minutes or so before the young squirrel realized his pain and ran off crying. Looking for any badger mum he could.

"Alright. Everyone take a break, meet back in 1 hour. Refreshments are on the table outside, so enjoy ye'selves!" Slinking away, Veil went to cause some more havoc. Possibly including a certain honey pot.