Hey everybody…this is the final chapter of Uh, Oh! They've Found Our Fanictions!

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Disclaimer: Don't own Narnia, but I do own the plot.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Peter didn't even bother to have a useless, somewhat dramatic moment before he began reading. This is because, unlike Susan, the High King was a 'do now, laugh now, use as future blackmail when I look back on this and laugh all over again' sort of guy. In other words he didn't bore people to death with annoying information about a book like Romeo and Juliet before they started it. He just got to the point by telling them not to get their hopes up for a happy ending; since, like in all old books, the handsome man and the pretty girl always died one way or another.

And then of course he would try not to laugh when they didn't listen to him, only to lose complete control when the person would yell out how Shakespeare must have been on depression pills or some other sort of drug. But then he would sober up when the person would point to him and shout 'And for this idiot to know! A blonde idiot no less!' which would leave him fuming as Edmund, (and everyone else in the family for that matter), burst into uncontrollable laughter.

But enough of Peter's past humiliations, it's much more fun to see the present, don't yeah think? Cause then you can laugh, and laugh about it for the next twenty years and people would still find it funny. Huh, it's kind of like what Peter is doing now!

"Susan and Caspian were deeply in love."

Peter began, glancing up quickly to see the terrified expressions of the lovely 'couple' before continuing.

"Infact, they were so deeply in love that they were going to show their love in the most extreme way possible…" Here Peter's eyes widened as he glanced up to look between the two royals, the object held loosely in his hands intill Edmund had enough and grabbed it right from his brothers frozen hands.

"Seriously, Pete?" Edmund began as he went to look at the screen, "I thought this was supposed to be revenge…." Here Edmund trailed off as his eyes widened first with horror, then anger; "CASPIAN! YOU BETTER NOT DO THIS OR I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF!"

Caspian, who had went to curl up in his corner, retreated back even further as he squeaked out a weak "Do what?"

Peter now over his shock hissed in a deadly voice "Make love to our sister."

Despite Caspian's tanned skin it looked almost white when the newest King finally understood what Peter was saying. And as for Susan…well, let's just say that it was worse than Lucy's reaction to the story about her and Mr. Tummus; "Ma-make l-love." The eldest Queen asked, in that voice that made you think of a lunatic escaped from the hospital; "To Caspian?" Here she let out a high-pitched disbelieving laugh, which was the signal for everybody in the room to back away as far away from her as possible, thankfully everybody wisely listened to it. Still laughing hysterically, Susan went to Peter's closet, only to draw out the birthday present Edmund had given to him as a joke.

'To make you feel all good inside when you're depressed.' The brown haired boy had told Peter, but Peter knew that it was just so that his younger brother could publically humiliate him without having to worry about getting into trouble. Since of course, the High king would have a huge headache in the morning and probably wouldn't have any recollection of the incident what so ever.

In other words, Susan grabbed the enormous bottle of rum from Peter's closet, uncorked it with her teeth before taking two swings in one go, much to the shock of her fellow royals. "The idiot of an author thought I would do Caspian…?" The Queen hiccupped, taking yet another swing of rum and a stepping forward as she spoke still laughing harshly "I'd rather screw a hippo;"

Safe to say that the reactions were plentiful, and priceless; Edmund erupted into laughter so hard, that it probably topped all the other laughing fits that had happened in that room today. Lucy's face was turning red from holding in her giggles that were dying to escape, and in the end she ended up stuffing her fist into her mouth as she fell to the floor in a silent fit. Peter was smiling like an idiot as his face too slowly began to turn red. And Caspian…dear old Caspian's jaw was dropped as he mouthed over and over again, 'A hippo…a…hip…po?' intill he finally gained back his ability to speak and started saying it out loud, much to the other three siblings amusement.

"Yes," Susan giggled drunkenly "A hippo…"

Finally Caspian snapped "Why a hippo!" He whined, stomping his foot much like fake Jadis had in Peter's, dream turned to nightmare, than back to dream. "I'm not that bad! Look!" He shouted, pulling up his shirt to reveal his chest "These are quality abs, ok. These babies are like…steel;" he told them gesturing to his exposed stomach, much to the sibling's growing discomfort. "I'm also tan, and a Telmarine! I'm foreign! That's supposed to be attractive!"

"Not when your ancestors took over a Country that we once ruled." Edmund mumbled to gain the nods of agreement from his brother and younger sister.

"Besides, you look more Spanish to me than you do Telmarine;" Peter told the distraught king, smiling when he heard his younger sisters cry of "Oh, yeah! He does, doesn't he?"

And, "Yeah, all he needs is the ability to actually dance and he's good to go." Edmund told Peter, gaining another snigger from Susan and a look of absolute confusion from Caspian.

"Spanish?" The confused King questioned "What's Spanish?"

"It's like this," Edmund began stepping forward before continuing "La gente del mar Caspio, los españoles son de nuestro mundo, sus tradiciones culturas giran en torno a la danza y complacer a las damas."

Here Edmund paused enjoying the looks of disbelief from his siblings and the confusion of Caspian before continuing. "Se parecen mucho a uno de ellos, sin embargo a diferencia de ellos, eres un idiota. Y, a diferencia de ellos, aspirar a bailar y complacer a las damas, al igual que mi querida hermana aquí ha tenido la amabilidad de señalar. Y sí, un hipopótamo sería una pareja sexual mejor que tú."

Edmund than smiled sweetly, as if he didn't just insult Caspian in a language he didn't understand while his fellow royals gaped at him in shock, particularly his siblings who had never heard Edmund speak in another language in their whole lives. Yet here he is, speaking fluent Spanish like it was nothing, when his native language sometimes left him tongue tied.

"Ed," Peter whispered "How…?"

Rolling his eyes Edmund chuckled "What? You think that just because you're my brother that you know everything about me?"

"Well, yeah." Peter told him, feeling rather confused when Edmund walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Peter, poor, stupid, blonde Peter;" Edmund began still patting Peter's arm in a really strange way that made the High King feel really uncomfortable. "This just proves that you really don't know me;"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked worriedly, only to gain an oh so innocent smile from his brown haired brother.

"Let's just say that your fuzzy blue blanket, fluffy, didn't get lost at the park." Edmund explained to his horrified brother, whose blue eyes were darkening with anger and self-pity.

"What you did you do to fluffy!" Peter shouted, grabbing his brother by the scarf of the neck in his rage.

Edmund, instead of doing the smart thing that would be not telling the High King what happened to his precious blanket, did the stupid thing by smiling and telling him. "I threw it in the mud, stomped on it a bit and then cut it up into little, bitty pieces;" The 'Just' king explained cheerfully, earning himself the 'I'm gonna act all cute and cuddly like a little bunny before I kill you' voice. Again.

Obviously trying not to go mad again Peter spoke "So…you called fluffy an it?"

Here Edmund frowned "Did you not hear everything else I said…?"

"YOU CALLED FLUFFY AN IT!" Peter roared, finally losing his cool;

It didn't faze Edmund for a second, "Yes, because it's a bloody blanket." The dark haired king clarified, putting an impendences on the it's.

Ignoring the drunken laughter of Susan and the normal laughter of the youngest Queen and Spanish King; Peter got up in Edmund's face as he hissed in that deadly voice, "Fluffy is not an it, he's a citizen of Britain, who had the right to…"

"Don't you mean that he was a citizen?"

Edmund questioned innocently, only to run away as Peter shouted angrily "THAT TARES IT!" Before running after, his dear brother once more; Meanwhile, Lucy, Susan and Caspian had grabbed the object and were currently searching for more scandalous things, particularly something against the two brothers who were trying to kill each other.

"Remind me again why we're doing this also to Edmund?" Caspian questioned,

"Because," Susan hiccupped happily "It's been so long since we've read anything for him. Besides," She added as an afterthought "He insulted you in a foreign language."

This only made Caspian more confused "And you care about my pride because…?" He questioned gesturing for her to continue.

Susan gave him an odd look "Where did you get that from? If I cared about your pride I wouldn't have been honest with you in saying that I'd rather screw a hippo."

Caspian opened his mouth to argue but Lucy cut him off, "Will you two stop it! I've found the perfect thing for entertainment and you two won't even get to hear it since you're fighting like an old married couple!"

"Married? Now wait just a second…"

Susan began only to have Lucy send her a glare as well as point a finger at her when she spoke the order "Sit down."

"Yes ma 'dam," Susan obeyed at her sister's scary glare.

"You know she learned that from you, right?" Caspian told the 'Gentle' Queen only to let out a groan of pain as Susan stomped on his foot.

"Now then," Lucy began cheerfully "Peter and Edmund will both suffer when we read this out loud," She told the two royals before opening the object and saying in triumphant "Edmund/Peter."

The two boys in question, who had been fighting on the floor glanced up and shouted out in disgust "WHAT!" Before realizing their awkward position of Peter's legs around Ed's waist with the brown haired boy on-top, because he's been getting his hair yanked back by Peter who had ended up thrusting forwards so that he'd have a better grip on the boy who had murdered his precious fluffy. What happened when they realized their position then…well, it was nothing short of a comedy.

"AGH!" Both brothers screamed in revulsion jumping away from each other and yelling at exactly the same time "I DON'T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!"

For a second both boys were happy, intill their egos kicked in "HEY! WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME!"

Glaring at Peter in annoyance Edmund spoke on his own "What's not to like about me? I have my dad's looks and my mum's eyes, girls love that!"

"Since when?" Peter questioned in disbelief

Edmund answered readily "Since some bloke named Harry Potter looked like that!"

Peter frowned "Harry…what? We don't know a Harry!"

"I know we don't you idiot! Harry Potter is some other poor bloke who girls write about." Edmund explained, rolling his eyes at his brother's stupidity as he did.

"Oh…" Peter whispered in understanding before defending himself "Well, what's not to like about me? I have blue eyes, and blonde hair!"

Edmund chuckled "Have you've already forgotten the flaws I've pointed out about you through every single story?"

"What flaws?" Peter questioned raising his eyebrows at his brother as if challenging him to find one flaw.

"Let's see…" Edmund began putting his finger on his chin in a mock thoughtful manner as he began to name off some of the many problems with Peter, "You have jelly arms, you're a lunatic and a crybaby. You are obsessed with a blanket and with getting your own way, not to mention the fact that you can't kiss a girl without drooling all over her." Before Peter could say anything against these accusations though Edmund had one more thing to add "And yes, you are a blonde. But you're a dumb blonde. I rest my case." Finally Edmund sat down, his cocky grin make Peter nearly go mad again, but the High King kept his cool intill his sister tried to begin reading the dreaded story.

Sadly, the story ends here, with the two brothers arguing with the other Royals about whether or not they should read the feared story. Now don't be sad, because the comedy will never be over…especially not with those nutcases. But if you are not satisfied with this ending, then you can always imagine that Peter and Edmund won the argument and that the object was hidden a locked case never to bother anyone ever again. Or you could guess that Lucy, Susan and Caspian won and read the story but ended up becoming so disturbed that they locked it away anyway. But then of course there is the most likely version, which is that the brothers lost and the story was told, bringing much laughter and disgust with it. But unlike the other versions, the object was kept out for stories during the best of times like Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving; or if the Royals were just having a boring day and wanted to have another insane day instead.

But if none of those versions please you, then in words of Edmund Pevensie; TOO BEEPING BAD!

The End.

(Or is it? ;)

Ok guys that's it, :( isn't it sad? But don't be sad, or hunt me down as one of my most amusing reviewers Courtney104DeNoir said she would (As a joke of course.) Because I've been thinking that I might do another one of these for another fandom, maybe with even a little YouTube action involved? But I want your opinions on exactly what fandom I should do…so tell your friends, your family, your next-door neighbor, heck tell the homeless guy on your street; because you can all vote for your favorite fandom and I will write a story about our Fanfictions on it.

And once again, I would also like to say a big thank you to all my reviewers, viewers, and all those who alerted and/or favorite my story.

Oh, and this is the translation of what Edmund said to Caspian in Spanish: Caspian, Spanish people are from our world; their cultures traditions revolve around dance and pleasing the ladies. You look very much like one of them; however you, unlike them, are an idiot. And you, unlike them, suck at dancing and pleasing the ladies; just as my dear sister here has been kind enough to point out.

And yes, a hippo would be a better sex partner than you.

Oh, before I forget to add this again, I would just like to say that I had no intent on offending anyone when I wrote this story. But if you were offended because you have blonde hair or you're guy who has…skinny arms, then I would like to apologize because I didn't mean to offend anybody, I just did it for entertainments sake. And if it makes you feel any better, I have friends who have blonde hair and they are far from stupid, and pretty much every guy in my class has skinny arms.

Now what am I forgetting…? I've thanked all my viewers, I've given a translation of what Edmund had said to Caspian, I've hopefully have given a good apology, and I've told them about the poll…Oh! Now I remember…

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