(A.N. Sorry, forgot to put this last time, please don't hit me cowers. Ahem, anyway, I would just like to say thank you for reading the last chapter and I hope you liked it. Read and review if you wish, constructive criticism is always welcome as well as praise. I'll stop rambling now, and say I hope you like this chapter.)

Peter looked gloomily at the sign ("Caution-this sign has sharp edges") as his mother smoothed his sister's coat down.

"Are you warm enough Lu-Lucy?!" What have I told you about carrying knives?"

"It's only a small one!" Lucy begged. Her mother smiled adoringly at her. "Anyway", she reasoned "how am I supposed to defend myself when Edmund attacks me?

""What the hell? I never attack her-I mean…." He had caught Andrew, the director, who was glaring at him and so was Lucy, which was rather worrying "I always attack Lucy..."

"You will listen to the director won't you Edmund?" asked his mother (Helen) anxiously

"No"

"Well that's good enough for me. Lucy you may keep the knife, but don't let the extras, I mean guards see you with it."

"Of course not mummy." she replied innocently then lowering her voice to a series of incoherent mutterings "though of course I don't need the silly little knife when I have an air rifle stuffed in my teddy bear….."

"You will listen to your brother won't you Edmund?"

"Nope"

"Meh, sorry Peter I tried"

"No you didn't!" cried Peter who looked like he was about eat his own foot in frustration, "you didn't even-!"

"Oh look there's the train!" Helen cried pointing behind them, "Bye kids!"

The four children turned towards the empty track "Oh come off it Mum," Susan laughed as she turned back "It's not here for 5 min-" she broke off as she saw that Helen was already at the station door.

They all sat in a dejected circle, and then Edmund broke the silence, "Hey! You know what song would really go with this moment..?"

5 minutes later

"-And where the F's our f train? London underground…….."

Then at last the train came into view……gleaming, scarlet steam engine

"Hey is this me...or does this train look famil -"

"SSSHHHSS EDMUND!"

"Well it does!" said Edmund, pleased with himself for having noticed it and not willing to let the idea go "Sheesh…you thought the studio's budget would've been better…"

They all piled onto the train. A whistle sounded….and it was gone.

For a while, silence reigned over the station…then suddenly a huge roar of noise as the parents whooped and high-fived each other….broken only when the train suddenly came rushing back in, in which they all hurriedly brought out their sodden handkerchiefs and attempted to look miserable and distraught again.

The driver stuck his head out of the window. "Sorry folks! Ran outta gas!"

The train is quietly chuffing away, and inside chaos reigns. Every now and then, one of the child's suitcase would fall off the luggage rack and on top of one of them,(usually Edmund who is the clumsiest) not to mention Lucy's teddy bear, which keeps, doing strange things, like blowing holes in the windows when it bumps something, and such (but they didn't mind to much, when it managed to murder the ticket collector, (which if it hadn't, things could've gotten difficult, with the fact that Ed had actually managed to accidentally eat the tickets, which were in the same bag as the sandwiches, so they just rolled the ticket collector's body under the seats and whistled innocently when the guards walked past.)

Then of course there's the strange white letters that keep appearing and disappearing, and say words like : THE CHRONINLES OF NARNIA: THE ONE WHEN THEY ALL GO TO THE MAGIC PLACE THROUGH THE FURNITURE THINGY and such.

Then suddenly, the compartment door opened, to reveal.

"Hey, Ron," Whispered the bespectacled teenager to the red-head. "Didn't we say no extras?"

"EXTRAS??" Yelled Peter furiously who rose to his feet, managing to bang his head on the luggage rack in the process, "WE'RE THE MAIN CHARACTERS!"

"Yeah sure…" sneered the red haired kid-called-Ron "Like any main character would have such a lousy hair-cut as that..."

Peter felt as if he had been stabbed. That was the second time this week his mullet had been insulted!

"Easy for you to say you Ginger!" shouted Susan who had managed to receive Peter's distress signals and was eager to join in the fight.

"S-shut up!" stammered Ron who was just as sensitive as Peter was when it came to his hair.

"Yeah! Leave Rupert's hair outta this!"

"Be quiet four-eyes!"

Everyone turned to look at Edmund who had just uttered the last comment. Edmund just blinked, "What?"

"Ummm, Ed you just said the lousiest insult ever…" muttered Peter

"Oh and "ginger" isn't??"

"No!" said Ron tearfully, "It really hurt my feelings"

"Thanks a lot! You just ruined Rupert's acting there!" yelled David, director of Harry Potter 5, as he rushed over to pat the back of ginger who was now sobbing into the other boy's shoulder

"Hey you! We were here first!" cried Andrew, who put down the megaphone and strolled over towards director, who was now rolling his sleeves up.

"Were not!" cried David

"Were to!" screeched Andrew

"Were not!"

"To!"

"Not"

"To!"

"Not"

This was too much for the directors, who leapt towards each other and started the business director's call, umm, "Trying to kill one another"

Meanwhile, something very strange was happening to Lucy, Edmund noticed this first and hurriedly tapped Susan and Peter on the shoulder. He pointed to the corner where Lucy sat; she was twitching frantically and frothing at the mouth.

"What's going on??" hissed Edmund

"Don't you remember? This is what happens when Lucy is trying to refrain from ripping people apart with her bare hands," replied Susan, who for her tone of voice might've been talking about the weather, "it just her getting a little over excited, that's all"

Lucy's hand reached towards her pocket-

"No!!" cried Peter, who knew his sister well enough that if she ever happened to be reaching for something in her pocket, it wasn't likely to be sweets. "LUCY! RESTRAIN YOURSELF! WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T THROW THAT-"

Too late. She casually flicked a small object into the scuffling directors and over Ron's sobbing head…

BOOOOOM!

"-Hand grenade..."finished Peter weakly.

A silence…then

"Hey everyone! Rupert's stopped crying!"

Indeed he had. An expression of shock had taken over his face. But his long red hair was unbelievably singed.

"HAHAHAH!! Who's got the stupid hair now??" yelled Peter. Rupert immediately started sobbing again as he felt his smouldering tresses.

They looked around, both the carmera crews and the directors were unconscious. Only the two boys and the Pensevies were still standing

"Umm, the train's stopped now…" said a small voice. Everyone turned around. It was Lucy, who seemed none the worse from her seizure.

"What about Andrew?" asked Susan anxiously

"What about Andrew?" asked Edmund matter-of-factly." Geesh, everyone knows that directors aren't human and that no amount of battering, shooting or screaming at will affect them, otherwise there'd be no films today!"

"Er...are you sure about th-?"

"Who cares?" Peter interrupted "Let's just get out of here before they all wake up!"

Everyone at this point agreed, and left.

(Thanks for reading. Sorry, I got off the point a bit in this chapter, but don't worry, Narnia's only in the next chapter! )