I finally updated guys! Please R & R! OK, here goes chapter 2!


Jimmy pressed the button on this machine. A yellow flash filled the room and soon the gang found themselves in a dim-lit room with a fireplace burning and armchairs and various couches lying around.

Carl put his hands on his hips in a girlish way. "Who designed this room? Honestly! Tsk, tsk, tsk. Time to call in the experts!"

Carl whipped out a cell phone and called somebody. "Hello? Yes, this is Carl, but you can call me Carly. Yes, I have no idea where it is, but come right away anyway!"

Just then a van saying "Trading Spaces" pulled up into the room.

"Carl! You invited Trading Spaces here! Get them out NOW! We don't even know where we are!" Jimmy said.

"What are you talking about Jimmy? I love this show!" Sheen jumped up and down and clapped his hands.

Paige hopped out of the van. Sheen and Carl tugged on her shirt.

"Ooooh, Paige, I am your biggest fan!" Carl squealed. Sheen pulled down his pants and stuck his butt in Paige's face.

"Could you sign my underwear?" Sheen squeaked.

Before Paige could say anything, Jimmy pushed her aside and pulled Sheen's pants back up. "I'm sorry, that will be all. We don't need any of your work done here."

Jimmy pushed Paige back into the van and the Trading Spaces van drove away.

"Whatcha do that for, Jimmy?" Sheen asked.

"Look, we don't know where we are. We might be on Neptune, for all you know! Or, maybe at Timmy Turner's house..." Jimmy said but was cut short by Carl's moan.

"Oh NO! Don't remind me of that awful Timmy and his stupid little fairies! OH MY GOSH, that was the worse crossover ever! I mean, San Pedro could write a better crossover than that! A whole hour of Timmy Turner, going on blah, blah, blah. And the end was oh SO cliché! Ugh!" Carl groaned painfully.

Sheen disagreed. "I dunno. I liked the fairies. Did you know that I'm really good at impressions of them? Watch me!"

Sheen climbed up an armchair and jumped off it screaming, "I CAN FLY! I CAN FLY! I CAN FLY!" Sheen fell and landed on his oversized face.

Just then a boy with outrageous red hair and green tights flew into the room.

"I can fly too! See!" the boy floated into the air.

"And who are you?" Jimmy asked.

"I am Peter Pan! Come fly with me, Wendy!" Peter Pan pulled Carl into the air.

A little green ball of light flew up to Carl and shook some fairy dust on him.

"Thank you, Tinkerbell! Come on, Wendy!" Peter Pan said excitedly.

Carl rose into the air next to Peter Pan.

"Hey! I'm not Wendy! But I wish I was...her dress is so pretty!" Carl spun higher into the air.

"Look, kid, I think you got the wrong story. The Darling's house is over that way," Jimmy said, pointing to the left.

"Aw man! That stupid Tinkerbell, always giving me wrong directions," Peter Pan flew out of the room, Tinkerbell fluttering close behind.

Sheen was still lying on the floor. Carl floated down to the ground. Jimmy knelt beside Sheen and shook him.

"Wake up Sheen!" he said. Sheen didn't move. Carl started sobbing hysterically. "SHEEN! SHEEN! HE'S GONE, GONE FOREVER!"

Then, slowly, Sheen's eyes opened. "Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?" Sheen said, his voice slow and syrupy, his eyes in a daze. "OH NO, SHEEN HAS AMNESIA!" Carl cried.

Just then, a boy with glasses and a lightning bolt on his head, a girl with brown wavy hair, and a boy with bright red hair (no, not Peter Pan again) walked into the room.

"Who are you three, and what are you doing in the Gryffindor Common Room?" the boy with the glasses asked.