Honey, I Released the Fangirls!

A/N: It's me, the author! Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story! Unfortunately for all those fans of the fangirls, they do not appear in this chapter. I do hope, though that you like this chapter. Please keep reading, and reviewing!

Disclaimer: I have just scanned the story, and surprisingly enough, own nothing! Not one little thing! I wish I did, though, 'cause then I could do whatever I wished to the characters, and everybody would have to deal with it. NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!

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Chapter Five: Prophecy Written and Read

Later that night, Peter went to the Mirror of CGI. He muttered a few choice magical words that the author is too lazy to think up.

In the mirror, instead of his own reflection, he suddenly saw the amazingly masculine feline face of Aslan.

"Peter," said Aslan majestically. Everything Aslan said was majestic, even when he talked about how last night's crab dinner had disagreed with him. "It's been a while since you called me. After all I've done for you, you haven't even written, haven't called, didn't get me any presents for my birthday, or Christmas, or Hanukah, or Solstice, or Kwanzaa, or V-E Day, or… or…"

"Aslan, I apologize, but we have a major problem here in Narnia. Actually, three major problems, named Mia, Sarah, and Ray."

"Two girls and a boy?"

"No, three girls. Ray is short for Raya, I believe."

"No, no. Sarah is a girl? What kind of a girl's name is that?"

"It's rather common back in my world, sir. Anyway, they are causing a ruckus." Aslan snorted, majestically, of course. "Well, they are."

"I'm sure they are. It's just the word you used. No one nowadays says 'ruckus'."

"Well, that's the only word I could find to fit their behavior. Back home, they'd be arrested for public drunkenness, except they aren't drunk. They're just really hyper. They're fangirls."

"Did they have access to sugary foods? Or those little wax bottles with disgusting juice in them?"

"Yes," Peter said cautiously, unsure whether he was going to get reprimanded for this.

"Well, that's your problem. Those girls where having a severe sugar high. It is especially effective on fangirls. Now, you can't do anything about them in Narnia, unfortunately. Because…" here Aslan's face disappeared, but Peter could still hear him. "Where is it? Oh, the Powers that Be will kill me if I've lost it… Oh, whew, here it is!" Aslan's face reappeared.

In his enormous paw was a ratty piece of paper with scribbly, illegible writing on it. "Peter, what do you think I have here in my paw?"

"Um… a piece of paper?"

"Correct. Never let anyone say that your identification skills are lacking. Now, do you know what is on the piece of paper?"

"Writing?"

"Very, very good. But not just any writing. This is the Sacred Prophecy of Scrumpdidiliumptious-Implosion-Vole-Ninny-Beards-Criteria Longword. Do who know who that is?"

"Um… a prophet?"

"Yes! But not just any prophet! This is a prophet with an extremely silly name! And this prophet created a prophecy! And the prophecy states very clearly- well, not really. The prophet, Scrumpdidiliumptious-Implosion-Vole-Ninny-Beards-Criteria Longword, didn't have very good handwriting.

"But anyway, the prophecy states that three fangirls on an extreme sugar high will come into Narnia. Their names will be Mia, S… S… Sahara? Oh, Sarah! And Ray. Um… blah, blah, blah, honey, sugar high, blah, blah… oh yeah, here it is! Um… when the kings of Narnia fall, and danger threatens the beloved kingdom, what else is gonna threaten Narnia? Cute field mice? these three fangirls, under the influence of large amounts of glucose in their blood, will rise up, scream, and run in little circles. Then, if we're lucky, they'll save Narnia. But only if we're lucky. Oh, yeah, the Deepest Magic and the Powers that Be state clearly that, if the fangirls should fail, they cannot get outside help from any, I repeat, any higher beings that has come alive once they have died, or even if they haven't." Aslan looked up from the paper. "Got all that?"

"Yeah. But I didn't understand any of it."

"Good, you're not supposed to! It's a prophecy, for my own name's sake! Hm? What's that, Mother?" Aslan looked up for a moment.

Peter could hear the noise that the invisible adults in the Charlie Brown movies made. Aslan's voice turned suddenly whiney, but was still majestic. "Aw, no, Mother! I don't want to play with Jadis! She's supposed to be dead, anyway! Aw, come on! I'm saving Narnia! Fine!" Aslan turned to Peter. "Sorry, Peter. I have to go. Good luck with that Sacred Prophecy of Scrumpdidiliumptious-Implosion-Vole-Ninny-Beards-Criteria Longword. Bye."

The mirror flashed, and Aslan's face disappeared.

"Great," said Peter, turning away to get ready for bed. "Our world is going to be saved, hopefully, by there crazy, hyper, sugar-high fangirls. This will be fun…"

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A/N: Did you like it? Beware what Aslan said in brackets, it may be important later! Review, and you get… rummaging in 'munchies' bag hot dogs! And hamburgers! I have vegetarian of both, and kosher! And fruit salad! So review! Please!