A/N Seeing how much everyone loved the first two parts forced me to write an end. Its basicly what happens when my brain comes up with the most random crap on the face of the earth. Unfortunatly, this will be the end because I'm not as intrested in House anymore and I'll be working on other things. Love and cookies to everyone who has reviewed :)

Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the crazy

Cuddy looked at Oliver for a minute. "Kid, do you have some kinda staring problem?"

"Why...yes I do." He said somewhat in a daze. He slowly got up and walked out of the room, hitting the door on the way.

Lilly turned her head. "Well, that was weird."

"You said it. I'll send Dr. Chase in to...um...I don't know...do whatever it is that he does." Cuddy walked out of the room, wondering about her own sanity.

And as she said, Chase walked in with his large wombat smile plastered onto his face. "Hey there Hannah! How are you doing?"

"Pretty good, actually. Are you here to do tests?" She asked, looking rather like Bambi.

"No, just to check your-" Chase reached over her, but due to a stray banana peel, fell on top of her poor little head, knocking off the wig.

Lilly gasped. "Oh noes!"

Miley gasped. "Oh noes!"

Chase just looked at her. "Sorry. Wait, you can't be Hannah Montana! YOU IMPOSTER!" For a moment he looked genuinly hurt.

Miley cried, "Oh noes, it's not like that! I am Hannah Montana but it's a fake name, I'm really Miley Stewart, but I wanna be a REAL Girl!" Somehow she managed to stand up on the bed and strike a superman pose.

"Oh, OK." Chase said. " And by the way, have you had any symptoms since you arrived here?"

Miley looked at him strangely. "Noes..."

Cameron walked in at this moment. "Are you even sick?"

"Um...noes."

Foreman, who appeared next to the bed with a puff of smoke that I'll never explain, laughed. "Were you eating when you choked?"

"Um...Yes."

At this point House poked his head in with headphones on and his tennis ball in hand. He had heard none of the previous conversation. He pulled out one earbud. "You are a fake popstar with a horrible singing voice named Miley Cyrus and chances are in a few years you'll have multiple personality disorder. But you're not sick. You choked on food. Get out."

House walked away toward the elevators as Wilson once again rolled by on his Cancer Mobile. This time House jumped on, and they

made their way back to Hannah's room, with Cuddy in tow.

Seeing everyone in the room, Oliver randomly came back with the blank look still on his face. He began to sing. "We're all in this together once we know that we are, we're all stars and we see that..."

Everyone looked at each other and shrugged. They all joined in and held hands and sang High School Musical until the cows came home.

FIN

Once again, much love to everyone who pressured me into finishing this.