A.N It's BAAAAAACK! The second fanfiction of the Movie Parody collection. Enjoy!


Thank you, my beloved reviewers! I love you all!!

Disclaimer:AN Hi! I don't own this, but wouldn't it be cool if I did? Then, George would have married Thayet and Jonathan would have gotten Alanna! And, Liam would live to a ripe old age and Neal would marry Kel. Cleon would be killed by a fleet of marathon-running elves. Faithful would have had a wife and more little talking kittens would be around and Kaddar would have been stepped on by a dragon. Varice would have gotten eaten by a spidren. Aaaaaand Alanna would be the Queen of Tortall, meaning she would be married to.........JONATHAN!!!

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Jon: *storms into Ozorne's study* Where is she?

Ozorne: *coming out of hidden doorway* *closes door on his faithful bird* Who, your highness?

Jon: Alanna! Where is she? *wonders how he knew her name...figures it must have been from the script book*

Ozorne: Well, she is in prison.

Jon: What crime did she commit?

Ozorne: Kidnapping the princess, of course.......*smiles, tries not to laugh* So sorry! *bursts out laughing*

Jon: Oz, this is ridiculous! You of all people should get this right! You and your "ability" to always be correct.

Ozorne: *continues laughing*

Jon: *sticks nose in the air* If anyone needs me, I will be in my trailer. Hmph! *stalks off*

*Ten minutes later*

Director: Jon! *bangs on trailer door* Jon! Come out! We have to reshoot the scene! JON!!!

Jon: *opens little window* I refuse to come out until I am taken seriously as an actor! *closes little window*

Director: *turns* Alanna, can you...

Alanna: No. I may love him, but noooo way! I won't get caught up in this mess! *turns and goes into her trailer*

Director: Kel....

Kel: Never...

Director: Kel...Darling...*tackles her and then shoves her into Jon's trailer window. Yes, the little one* *the glass cracks*

Jon: What the...*stands up and throws teddy bear behind the recliner*

Kel: I'm supposed to make you feel better so you'll come out and film the rest with us.

Jon: *sighs* Go away Kel.

Kel: *smiles* OKAY! *squeezes self back through window* *to director* I can't do it.

Narrator: All of a sudden a bright light appears above everyone's heads.

Director: *turns to see what the old narrator is talking about*

Narrator: A cloud suddenly glides to the ground. And on it is a figure of beauty. She is wearing...

Kel: Oh, for the love of Mithros.

Narrator: *continues* With beautiful blue slippers on her delicate feet. Her blonder hair cascading down her shoulders...

Director: Shut up, Nigel.

Narrator:...And beautiful green eyes....

Everyone: We get the picture!

Narrator: On the cloud, is the writer. She steps down from the cloud with such grace! She is the Queen of Fluff, Lady Theresa herself.

Queen Theresa of Fluff (from now on known as Me): Ahem, Nigel, darling, you can stop now. *blushes faintly*

Director: *runs forward**gets on hands and knees* Can you get Jonathan out??

Me: *nods* *walks over to Jon's trailer and uses authoress magic to open the door* *walks in and closes the door*

Alanna: *comes out* What's going on?

Director: The authoress came! She came!

Alanna: *is shocked* I thought she didn't make visits anymore..

Director: She made an exception for us, I suppose!

Jon: *steps out* *light on his feet and very happy* I'm ready! *walks off at a run to the set*

Me: *steps out* *smiles and steps back onto cloud* *begins to float back up* *hits head on tree branch* Ow...

*Back at the set*

Director: ACTION!

Ozorne: Kidnapping the prince, of course.

Jon: She didn't kidnap me! I ran away.

Ozorne: What a pity. She has been killed, you know.

Jon: No! No! *runs off to his room where he sobs*

Ozorne: *opens the hidden wall door more to release is poor bird*

Roger: *flops down* *pant pant* *glares*

Ozorne: *taps shoulder*

Roger: *flies up and lands on Ozorne's shoulder* *preens feathers*



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Alanna: *sits in prison, chained to stone wall* How come I didn't figure it out? All the nice guys are royalty or nobility or related to someone who wants me dead no matter what. When will I learn?

Kel: *tries to squeeze through window to get in to save Alanna (she happened to escape earlier)* ARRRGGGHHH! Alanna, I'm stuck!

Alanna: Not now, Kel, I'm moping.

Kel: HELP!!

Alanna: Kel, I happen to be very busy right now....KEL! I'm so glad to see you!

Kel: *pulls self through* *lands with an oof!* *runs over and frees Alanna from the hand cuffs*

Alanna: Thank you, monkey girl.

Kel: *glares*

Old Man: You look like a healthy young sprout.

Alanna: I'm not a sprout, but my friend here is a monkey.

Kel: *glares*

Old Man: Would you be interested is dat der treasure? *holds out hand filled with jewels*

Kel: OOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Alanna: Are you from Chicago?

Old Man: *looks down* No....

Alanna: *shrugs* Sure, what do we have to do for this treasure?

Old Man: You have to go it to this huge sand cave and hope you live, but it's well worth it if you live! You'll be rich!

Alanna: *imagines what she would do with all the jewels and money*

*Alanna's Dream*

iShe becomes a wealthy noble woman. Prince Jonathan comes to her and proposes. She lives happily ever after./i

*End Dream*

Kel: *imagines what she would do with her jewels and money*

*Kel's Dream*

i "Congratulations, Kel," the doctor says. "You're a normal human being!"

It's true. Kel looks like a human and not monkey girl. Even though to reach this state she would only have to take the costume *off.* That concept was too difficult because Kel had in fact sweated in it and it was stuck to her body. And not to mention that the rental costume store wouldn't take it back because she had soiled it. And not to mention the fact that she did not have any other clothes other than the suit. /i

*End Dream*

Alanna: We'll do it!

Kel: *nods*

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I hope you guys enjoyed this. I'd like to thank all of my reviewers. I can't thank you personally now because my computer is quite angry at me now and it may have some horrific plot against me..*knocks on wood* Anyway, review because you know you love to.

~Queen of Fluff