A/N: For this next chapter, I suggest visualizing the movie to understand what's going on. Or you could not, I suppose it doesn't matter. It's just that it's funnier when you see it...oh I don't know. Do whatever you want.

Disclaimer: Chronicles of Narnia, Spaceballs, the song Banana Phone and Winnie the Pooh

Chapter 5: The Next Morning

Lucy looked outside the window at the buckets of rain falling outside. Each time one hit the ground, there was a very loud clanging noise, which made it harder to hear things inside.

Susan was attempting to quiz Peter on word origins. She struggled with the next word: "Yowazzupindahousehomiesfoshizznit."

Peter looked over at the book in shock. "Is that even English?" he asked, puzzled.

"I dunno," replied Susan. "The book says that the creator of the word committed suicide and never said if it was English or not."

Edmund came out from under the chair where he had been playing with his Dark Helmet and Lonestar dolls. "Is it suicidal for 'best game ever invented'?"

Lucy, bored, came up to where Peter was. "We could play hide and seek," she suggested.

Edmund dropped Barf. "NO! I LOVE THIS GAME!"

Peter rolled his eyes. "But we're already having so much fungus is mushrooms."

Lucy grabbed Peter's arm. "Come on, Peter, please? Pretty please?" She scrunched up her face. "Look, I'm scrunching up my face! Play with me or I'LL HACK OUT YOUR BRAINS AND EAT THEM WITH CORNPUFFS!"

"One, two," said Peter hurriedly, "three…" He continued to count as his siblings ran off in different directions, looking for places to hide, while the song Banana Phone began to play in the background.

Lucy ran out of the room and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and you can skip this you know and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and if you're still reading this part you need therapy and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and I love copying and pasting and down the stairs and up the stairs and what you expected me to type all of this and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and nearly done now and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and I think and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and apparently not and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and last one and down the stairs and up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Edmund had gone in a completely different direction, thinking to himself, Where am I going? Who am I? What's my purpose in life? He looked under a chest. Can I fit down there? Can I eat these curtains? What's for dinner tonight? Oh fire! He ran out of the room.

"…twenty-four, twenty-five, chicken, twenty-six…"

Susan was in a state of panic, muttering fiercely to herself. "Gotta run, gotta run, gotta run! Ah, Peter is a bomb! RUN! Look! A treasure chest! Wonder if there's any gold inside…no, doesn't appear to be – oh, crap! I'm stuck in here! Oh no! I'm scared of the dark! Ahhh, wood and fish sticks."

Lucy and Edmund ran up two different staircases into the same room, each shouting, "YAY! STAIRS!" They both made for the curtain covered with Winnie the Pooh characters. Edmund got there first. "I got here first!" he cried.

Lucy's eyes widened. "Yes, Edmund," she said slowly. "You did. A strange force is drawing me away to where those unicorns are dancing."

Edmund stared at her. "Lu, did you take your meds this morning?"

"Of course I did, Edmund. I always take my meds."

"Umm…well, go hide. Peter is coming to – "

"To dance with the unicorns?"

"Well…no, he's coming to find you – "

"With a knife?"

"No…he's playing – "

"With himself?"

"No! Just go hide and he'll come find you!"

"Okay, Edmund. I understand." Lucy ran off, laughing maniacally.

A/N: Major props to Kelly (aka Raven Wolfmoon) for helping me with this chapter. She came up with like half the ideas. Go her!!!!

A/N 2: Yeah, go me. And reviewing is always good! We have another chapter ready to go soon!