A/N: Probably one of our stupider chapters…yay! And one of our weirder title names...it won't make sense until the end! Sorry for taking so long to update!

Chapter 18: Picasso Fox

The raging octopi burst through hell, snarling and frothing madly. (A/N: Okay, so this is Raven. This was inserted really randomly just because I typed hole wrong. Thus, it became hell. The end. I had chocolate.) Many had experienced terrible suffering in the dark underworld after battling with Satan to the surface. In fact, there were some who lost precious tentacles in the ensuing fight.

Thus, they were quite relieved to fly out of the hole in Narnia, essentially the complete opposite of their previous adventure. Happy places smell like skittles. The octopi slid around the corner and came face to face with all the humans and the fox, drooling still with his mouth open stupidly. The humans glared at him, and then glared at the octopi.

"We're not bloody ready yet!" Peter yelled.

"Go away!" Lucy added. The octopi were very confused for a moment, until Peter took out his ray gun and froze them where they stood. Suddenly, the scene turned into a very bad music video, with Peter as the lead singer. Music came on from the movie "Catch Me if You Can" and they went through the whole artsy chasing sequence (after the octopi unfroze of course) until they were all too tired to go on. Some random set guy mentioned that they should climb some trees or something and the humans went through with his idea.

This time, as the octopi raced around the bend, they came face to face only with the face of a faceless no-no, the fox still drooling. He had the same blank expression on his face and he was in the same spot. Seeing as he was the only there, the octopi started to interrogate him.

"Dah…" the fox said.

Maugrim stepped forward and began to circle the fox menacingly. "Don't pasteurize me!" he warned. "I know where your allegiance lies! We're looking for some purple hairy monkeys."

"Dah…"

Maugrim became angry and pounced forward to wrap a slimy tentacle around the fox's neck. The fox drooled even more and above in the trees, Lucy gasped. Peter slapped her so hard he knocked her off the tree. Thank goodness no one noticed. All Lucy was now was a pair of twitching legs sticking out of the snow. "Your reward is some brains!" Maugrim growled, ignoring everything that just happened. He chuckled. "It's not much, but still. It's better than what you have now! Where are the fugitives?"

The fox hesitated and then sighed dejectedly. "Dah…moon. They ran to the moon.

"Tickle them out!" Maugrim ordered as they threw the fox into an exploding bush and ran off.

The children and the beavers then spent the next forty-seven and a half hours of their lives piecing the fox back together like a jigsaw puzzle. The result was something like Picasso's art. There was a leg sticking out of the fox's forehead, and a tail coming out of his nose. Another leg was poking out of his back and there were eyes behind his head. One ear was underneath his foot and there were whiskers coming out of his arse. Needless to say, it wasn't a pretty picture. Good thing the CG animation crew got right on that. At least they gave him some of his brains back.

The scene miraculously changed to that of a campfire of which they were all seated around.

"They were gambling with Tumnus. The Bitch chewed on them before I did. Ow!" the fox exclaimed as Mrs. Beaver ripped the leg out of his forehead to sew it back on in its correct spot.

"Are you all right?" Lucy spoke up.

"Do I look all right?" he scoffed.

"You look like some deformed, fox manikin a cat might've dragged in."

"Well, the authors did find me in a garbage can and thought to make me act… What gave you that idea?"

"I dunno," she shrugged.

"Stop squirming! You're worse than Beaver on Dress-Up-Like-A-Cow-And-Dance-the-Tango-Day!" Mrs. Beaver declared after the fox began to wriggle beneath her tearing claws.

"Worse day of the year," Mr. Beaver shuddered.

"Thank you for killing me. Now I'm going to run away and scream at the top of my lungs," the fox chirped even though he was a fox.

"You're leaving?" Lucy piped up stupidly, looking at him with fake concern.

"Actually no, I'm just getting up to sit back down," he muttered sarcastically. "It has been a pleasure to be killed by all of you, and an honor, but time is long and Aslan himself asked me to pick up more hotdogs on the way to camp."

"You've seen Aslan?" gasped Mr. Beaver as he gasped and almost choked on a firefly.

"What's he like?" Mrs. Beaver added in wonder, with a wonderful quality to her voice.

"Like a perverted old hermit who likes frogs."

"You've been watching too much Naruto again, haven't you?" Mr. Beaver asked.

The fox hung his head. "Yes, sadly. I really don't have a life anymore. IT'S TAKING OVER MY MIND!!!"

"That would explain a lot…" Susan mumbled in a low voice.

"Yeah, that's probably why you won't be glad to have him by your side in that epic battle this whole movie's leading to," the fox added as an afterthought.

"But we're not planning on fighting in any battle," Susan said, frowning.

"But surely, King Peter, you've read the script? The prophecy says you have to!"

"The prophecy can kiss my hard, white arse!" Peter cried, standing up to do his stripping routine. The sisters whooped and began cheering him on.

"Hold on! There's only a few more lines left!" Mrs. Beaver pointed out. She raised her eyebrows. "After that, we can all the fun we want!" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. She waved her arms to get the scene moving.

"We can't go to war without you," Mr. Beaver spoke hurriedly and flatly, wanting only the scene to be over.

"We just want our brother back," Peter said, tearing off his finger and chucking it into the fire. (A/N: It was a stick in the movie, by the way. We just changed it to his finger cuz it's funnier that way.)

To end the scene, the fox heaved himself to his feet and grotesquely hobbled away.

A/N: We would like to mention that in no way or form was any animal harmed in the making of this chapter. Seriously, we found the fox like that!