Chapter Ten- The whole Plot Explodes and Is Never Resolved

The White Witch clutched her head and sipped her coffee, hot cocoa, gently blowing across the top.

The four royals were also cautiously sipping their coffee, hot cocoa, and listening with No Real Interest to the Witch's story. They decided that it was So Boring, in fact, that they edited it out, for the audience's sake, of course.

A maid walked over to them, slowly, in fear of getting harassed again by the youngest terror. "Um, sirs? Ma'ams? The, ah, the plot needs to move forward, and, uh, you need to be the ones to move it along." She cringed, waiting for the blow.

Lucy snorted. "The plot can take a long walk off a short pier," she scoffed.

Edmund waved her away. "It is of No Importance To Us," he declared. The maid backed out.

Susan sighed. "Oh, that Poor Audience. What did they do to deserve this poor excuse for writing? Lucy, be a dear and fine them Something Worthwhile to read."

Lucy brightened. "Ooh, ooh! Can I give them a 'Behind the Scenes' featuring Eustace's Ugly Sweater Party?"

Susan sighed. "it won't make any sense to them, and they will probably never read Jasmine's story's again. But, if we can't-"

Lucy squealed. "is that a yes? It's a yes!" She ran out of the room to Get
The Film Ready for Utter Mayhem.