Chapter Eight- Eustace Really Really Wants an Ugly Sweater Party, But His Cousins Give him a Resounding No

"Guysguysguysguysguys, yougottalistentome!"

Eustace burst into the throne room.* The council sat up, startled. The royals Barely Flinched. Edmund sighed and asked, in a bored dreary voice, "Yes, Eustace, what is it?"

Eustace flapped wildly and started blabbing wildly. Because Susan took pity on you, she put in spaces and commas where necessary.

"The dead frog told me to have an ugly sweater party or I'll die, and I only saw ugly sweaters and there was an old lady, and there were lots of old lady and Mom dragged me there, and then she dragged me out, and it spoke after we ran over it and I REALLY, REALLY NEED AN UGLY SWEATER PARTY!"

Even with Susan's editing, I'm sorry, it still doesn't make any sense.

Peter frowned. "Aren't you supposed to be locked up in the dungeon right about now?"

Eustace struck a dramatic pose. "No locks can hold me," he proclaimed.

"Ah, huh," Lucy drawled. "Go back."

"But," he protested. "I really need an ugly sweater party, or I'll die."

Edmund nodded. "Okay. So, why would we care? We're in the middle of Our Own StoryLine here; No Distractions Are Permitted."

Eustace's arms fell to his side. "So, I can't have an ugly sweater party?"

His cousins looked at him. "Are you Serious? We basically said no, but, because you're our cousin, we will say it again.

"NO."

Eustace drooped. "Okay. I guess I'll Just Die. And no one will care."

"That's pretty much it," Peter concluded.

Eustace left.

ยท The reason Eustace is there is because Lucy was bored, so she reached through time and space and yanked him into the Golden Age. Her siblings were unfazed by the kidnapping.