A/N: Wazzup! Yeah, that pretty much covers it…

Disclaimer: I own mothing from that cool movie that we're making fun of that I don't wanna type out the entire title to again.

Chapter 11: Everyone Parties in Narnia

"Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket!" cried Peter, hurling the bowling ball at Edmund, who was staring at the house and therefore was not paying any attention to the game. As a result, he did not get out of the way and the bowling ball hit him on the buttocks.

"OWIE!" screamed Edmund, before he began to blubber like a little baby.

Peter chuckled. "Whoops. Wake up, Dolly Daydream," he said, catching the bowling ball that Susan threw back at him easily, not noticing one of the sheep dollies scattered about the backyard get up and start searching for its insane father.

After Edmund finally stopped crying seventy-four minutes later, he turned back to Peter. "Why can't we play hide-and-seek again?"

The camera went to Lucy, who was studying the script and trying to help the authors think up a way to mess with the wolves' personalities, since they were hopelessly lost. Then the camera went back to the other three.

"I thought you said you loved that game," answered Peter. "And as such, to piss you off, we're not playing it anymore."

"Besides," added Susan, "we could all use the entertainment of you attempting to hit a bowling ball with a toothpick."

Edmund frowned. "It's not like there aren't toothpicks inside."

Peter tossed the bowling ball back and forth. "Are you ready?" he called over.

"Are you?" Edmund replied defiantly, raising his toothpick.

Peter ran up and did a kind of deformed Macarena before finally chucking the bowling ball back at Edmund. The bowling ball hit Edmund in the side of the head, knocking him out. The ball bounced up and ricocheted towards the house going through one of the windows. Lucy fell over laughing as Susan and Peter stared accusingly at Edmund's unconscious body.

After Edmund came around and they stopped poking him with sticks, the four siblings went up to see how bad the damage really was. The bowling ball had crashed into a giant porcelain sheep statue and had utterly destroyed it. Peter turned to Edmund. "Well done Ed," he said cheerfully, grabbing his brother's hand and shaking it hard.

Edmund grinned. "Thank you very much."

They heard Mrs. Macready's voice react to the noise, even though the crash had happened a long time ago and she should've reacted a lot sooner. "Bwa-bwa-BWAH?!?!?" she yelled, this being her famous war cry. This cry was the last sound that many brave souls had ever heard.

Susan called out "WE DIDN'T DO IT!" as loudly as she could. The foursome quickly ran out of the room and down the hallway, bashing everything in their path to see if they had missed any coins. (In the PS2 video game, you can get coins by bashing things. Susan is funny because she twirls around while she's hitting stuff.) They tried to enter another room, but they heard footsteps and Edmund warned them to go back. They went back into the same hallway, now bashing into everything because they felt like it. It was hard for them to get around, as the maniacal footsteps seemed to be everywhere at once.

They eventually got to the spare room. They all hurried inside, shutting the door behind them. The other three watched as Edmund went up to the wardrobe, opened the door, and gestured inside. "Come on! Get inside so I can betray you all–I mean, we have to hide!"

Susan scoffed. "You've got to be joking," she scoffed, but then they heard the ever so evil footsteps looming closer again.

They all rushed into the wardrobe, Peter last. He closed the door behind him, leaving it open a crack as he knew the same moral as Lucy did several chapters ago. He peeked out, one of his amazingly blue eyes staring out of the crack in the door. "Get back!" he warned. Behind him, Lucy and Edmund started to get into a wrestling match. Not the sort of people to be left out, Susan and Peter immediately joined in, and they all eventually tumbled into Narnia.

Susan was the first to get up and look around. The others got to their feet behind her as well. "Well," she commented, "at least we didn't fall into another dimension by getting flushed down the toilet or something." (A/N: iheartmwpp: I watch WAY too much Kyou Kara Maou.)

Lucy turned to her and Peter. "Don't worry. I'm sure you simply forgot to take your medication again."

Peter grinned sheepishly, suddenly looking very much like one of the sheep in Professor Kirke's collection. "I don't suppose saying we're sorry………….would quite cover it."

Lucy frowned. "No," she whispered. "It wouldn't." She suddenly grinned and flung an anvil into Peter's face. "But that might."

Lucy, Peter, and Susan soon got into a heated anvil fight. Edmund, who was still a bit groggy from taking a bowling ball to the skull, didn't join in. Susan heaved one at him anyway. "OW!" he shouted. "Stop it!"

The other three turned to stare at him. "You little lying bastard!" said Peter.

Edmund stared at his brother. "You thought she was on another acid trip too!"

"Apologize to Lucy." When Edmund didn't respond, Peter came up to him and began to throttle him. "Say you're sorry!" he commanded.

Edmund gagged, gasping for breath. "All right!" he managed to choke out." I'm sorry!"

Satisfied, Peter let go of him.

Lucy wasn't so easily swayed. "I'll never forgive you as long as I live!" She uprooted a tree and started to beat Edmund with it.

Edmund pushed himself up. "Very funny," he muttered.

Susan looked uncertainly around her. "I hate fake snow. Maybe we should go back."

"NO!" shrieked Edmund. "I need to eat more raw meat–I mean, shouldn't we at least take a look around?"

Peter smiled and turned to his youngest sibling. "I think Lucy should decide."

Lucy gasped. "Gasp!" she said. "I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!"

"Well then Mr. Tumnus it is!" Peter turned around and went back into the wardrobe.

Susan frowned. "But we can't go skipping merrily through the fake snow dressed like this."

"No," agreed Peter, coming out of the wardrobe (NOT the same as a closet, people!) with four fur coats in his arms. "But I'm sure the Professor wouldn't mind us using these." He handed one of the coats to Lucy. "Anyway, if you think about it logically," he continued, handing a coat to Susan, "we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe." He attempted to hand one to Edmund.

"But that's a pregnant woman's coat!" Edmund protested.

"I know."

Susan looked at her coat curiously. "Why are there all of these bite marks all over the coat?"

Edmund shifted his eyes back and forth nervously.

A/N: Wazzup again, ppls! Yay really heavy things getting thrown at people's heads! Oh, sorry for the wait! Review and tell us what you think we were on when we wrote this!