Antics and Banana (Takes place before the last battle I can't remember exact years but we're going with 1948 for purposes of food in this story)

A/N Warning: This story is crap if you don't listen to it with in the hall of the mountain King or Peer Gynt Suite No. 1 in 50 darkest pieces of classical music. You can find it on youtube if you don't own it but I find it much funnier with the music!

Mrs. Pevensie finished drying the last dish and placed it in the stack in the cupboard.
"Children, I promised I would go meet Ms. Banksy for tea to keep her some company. I fear that losing her son in the war has made her a bit on edge around children so I'm going to have to keep you at home. I trust you won't get in to any trouble but I heard there was some bad weather coming in so you all should find something to occupy yourselves with indoors. I'm afraid I haven't gone to the market recently but I'm sure you'll figure something out. By loves." She finished as she pecked each of her children on the cheek. "I think it's safe to say I'll be gone for a while, she must feel horribly lonely."

"Don't worry mum, I have everything under control. Just make sure Ms. Banksy feels better." They all wished her luck as she crept through the front door.

"I'm going to my room and I would appreciate it if no one would disturb me with your childish antics. I'm still suffering from the wrath of grapes from last night's party." Susan declared as she marched up to her room. Peter gave her a disapproving glance.

"Ah yes flaunt it about why don't you. I was rip roaring drunk last night. If you need to do that to get the boys to look good it's time to get some new friends Susan." Edmund muttered sarcastically. He was promptly ignored with a huff.

"Let's see, we have some fruit and canned whipped cream." Lucy tossed open drawers and cabinets in search of food only to find them bare. Edmund picked up a banana a placed on the table "Claimed!" He said to protect his breakfast.

"Now, were does one finds some milk in this house?" He turned and stuck his head in the refrigerator. "It's official we have absolutely nothing to eat here!" With a groan he faced his lonely banana. He was shocked to find however, it was on the edge of the table not near the fruit bowl where he left.

"Peter, I claimed that banana! You have no right to touch it!"

"That would be great and all but you're wasting your breath, I didn't move it."

"Lu?"

"Nope, sorry Ed." He glared at the yellow fruit and moved it back on the place mat. He turned around once again but watched from the corner of his eye. Suddenly the banana slid across the table, slowly but it slid.

"There did you see that!" He cried. Sprinting back to the table, he snatched up the fruit to discover a small brown mouse behind it. Lucy shrieked in surprise. Edmund leaned over ready to clasp in his hands but it dashed away just in time.

"Look over there! There's two more by the dining room!" Lucy cried.

"There's another there with your mouse Ed, by the radio!" This time Peter shouted.

Without saying anything Edmund began to tear off bits of banana and placed them on the floor.

"What are you doing?" The eldest questioned.

"I'm catching these mice with or without you."

"Do they even like banana?" Lucy piped. She proceeded to stumble from her chair as she grabbed the whipped cream. She then handed Peter a jar and ordered him to follow one of the mice that ran into the parlor.

The whooshing sound of whipped cream being dispensed filled the room. She covered the floor in lines and carried it over the front hall repeating the process. Edmund had finished cutting up two bananas and were putting one on each step to the upstairs and placed them delicately throughout the hall.

Meanwhile, Peter held the glass jar in one hand and the lid in the other as he tiptoed from room to room.

"HAAAAA" He yelled as he reached the parlor as if he could scare the poor animal in to showing itself. He bent down to look under couches and the piano but no luck so he continued the ritual in every room on the bottom floor.

Lucy was entirely out of whipped cream but the kitchen looked like it had been covered in snow. The fruit was gone too so Edmund glanced around suspiciously with a crazy look in his eyes. He was determined to find the bleeding mouse that ruined his breakfast if it was the last thing he did! Peter could be heard screaming and cursing after each room he visited with success. They had to be there somewhere but where?

"Over there I see one!" Lucy shrieked.

"There's on over there too!" This time Edmund shouted from the stairs.

"Found on e in the kitchen!" Peter began to sprint along with his two siblings to the kitchen in their socks. They could easily find mice tracks in the whipped cream but they didn't bother slowing their pace. This resulted in them all colliding with a thud.

"Over there!" Edmund shouted slipping and sliding on the floor. He continued to chase after the mouse crashing to the floor ever few seconds. Peter who was right behind him fell, tripping over Edmund and Lucy tripped over Peter.

"Keep going!" She screamed, lifting herself off Peter, now followed by her older brothers. She dove for the first brown mouse but it was out of her reach by a centimeter. Peter still had has jar and attempted to slam it over a mouse but once again it was too quick.

"I refuse to accept defeate!" cried Edmund. He was running madly over the room tossing over furniture in his wake no caring that the entire table was flipped over. Whipped cream completely covered the, along with a few banana slices here and there.

"Peter, don't move." Lucy said in a low voice. She gently took his jar and slammed it on his shoulder.

"Got one !" She celebrated the same time Peter yelled in pain. There would definitely be a bruise there tomorrow.

Edmund made a dive his head cracking against the over turned table but he snatched the second mouse from where it lay, nibbling on a whipped cream covered banana.

"Victory is mine!"

Then Peter spotted the third mouse sitting mockingly on the table, not a speck of whipped cream on it's fur. He charged shouting, "For Narnia, and for Aslan!" as he grasped it in his fist. They all heaved a sigh of relief.

"Wait what happened to the fourth one?" Asked Lucy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH" Came the piercing cry of Susan.

"Edmund why is there a mouse on my head? GET IT OFF!"

"I think she found it." Came Peter's soft but scared reply.

Then the unthinkable happened, "Children I'm home!"