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Part 13
Mr. Beaver: Look! It’s Aslan’s camp!
Trumpets: *sound*
Lucy: I think they know we’re here.
Fauns: *stop and stare*
Minotaurs: *stop and stare*
Peter: …
Centaurs: *stop and stare*
Susan: Why are they looking at us like that?
Lucy: Maybe they think you look funny!
Peter: They wouldn’t be wrong…
Susan: *death glare*
Peter: Uh…I mean…
Lucy: I don’t think you can talk yourself out of that one, Peter…
Peter: *sigh* Dang it…
Susan: *still giving the death glare*
Very Authoritative looking Centaur: ATTENTION! Will the Faun, Minotaur, Centaur or other mythical creature with the Blue Volkswagen please report to the head tent? You left your lights on.
Griffin: OH dang it…*flys off*
Very Authoritative looking Centaur: *looks at Peter*
Peter: Um…We uh…kind of came here to see Aslan…*pulls out sword ti add effect*
Centaur: *nods*
Everyone: *kneels*
Pevensies: *are awkwardly still standing*
Aslan: *appears from his tent*
Lucy: He’s a lion! That’s so cool!
Peter: *whispers* Shush, Lu!
Pevensies: *finally decide it’s a good time to kneel*
Aslan: Hello, and welcome to Narnia.
Pevensies: *smile*
Aslan: Hmm…If I’m not mistaken, I believe you’re one short…
Lucy: Hey, don’t call me short!
Aslan: No my dear one…I mean you’re missing someone.
Lucy: Oh, right…
Peter: You see that’s why we’re here…Edmund went on a little detour, and we kind of need you to help us get him back…
Aslan: How could this have happened?
Mr. Beaver: He betrayed them, Your Majesty.
Susan: He basically totally ditched us for candy and some ice sculptures.
Centaur: Than he has betrayed us all!…for candy and ice sculptures…
Aslan: Peace, Oreius. I’m sure there’s an explanation.
Susan and Lucy: *look at Peter*
Peter: It’s my fault. I was too hard on him.
Susan: *rubs Peter’s shoulder??* We all were a little hard on him.
Aslan: I know, children. The fact that it was your brother makes the betrayal even worse…
Lucy: Tell me about it…
[Pan to a cliff overlooking all of the camp]
Peter: *standing on the cliff with spiffy new clothes*
Aslan: That is Cair Paravel. Your new home when you decide to finally have some self-esteem and realize you’re king material.
Peter: But…
Aslan: You doubt the prophecy?
Peter: No…it’s just…I’m not who you think I am…
Aslan: Peter John Pevensie, born in Finchley, England. Eldest of four, father is off fighting in WWII and mother is currently at home knitting. You are a Pisces and enjoy long walks on the beach as well as listening to Jazz.
Peter: Wow…okay, so I am who you think I am…but, I couldn’t even protect my own family!
Aslan: You got them safely this far.
Peter: Not all of them…remember? My little brother decided to go on a field trip to the ice castle.
Aslan: Peter, we’ll save your brother, don’t worry. I too want to protect my family. Now please consider being the High King, okay?
Peter: *nods* I’ll think about it.
[In a scary forest not too far away]
Edmund: *tied up and gagged to a tree*
Ginnabrik: aksjdha aksjhdiasd fl gdlfkjhgosduig!
Edmund: *muffled* Excuse me?
Ginnabrik: aksjdhias dgkjdfhgo wofhsdjfn,xmdo!
Edmund: *thinking* I can’t understand a word he is saying…
Ginnabrik: kajsnd Special treatment for the special boy! Asjdhkajsdh
Edmund: Oh! I got that one!
Ginnabrik: *gets all up in Edmunds grill*
Edmund: Get. Out. Of. My. Bubble. *tried to cringe away*
Ginnabrik: Isn’t that what you wanted? Ksudhas fkjdskjdfh
Edmund: What did I get myself into?
[Pan back to Aslan’s camp]
Susan: We haven’t had dresses like these in ages!
Lucy: Yeah, we should bring one back for mom! A whole chest full!
Susan: That is…if we ever get back…
Lucy: Oh, well excuse me Ms. Pessimist…
Susan: I’m sorry…I don’t mean to be pessimist…we used to have fun together, didn’t we?
Lucy: I think so, yeah! Before you got boring…
Susan: Oh yeah? *splashes Lucy*
Lucy: Ah! *splashes back*
Lucy and Susan: *have a splashing fight for about ten seconds and walk back on-shore*
Susan: Ah, man that was fun…*pulls towel off tree and meets Maugrim*
Maugrim: GRR GROWL GRR!
Susan and Lucy: *scream*
Friend 1: Wow, sneaking into Aslan’s camp was easier than I thought!
Friend 2: Tell me about it! There isn’t even anyone around but these two! You’d think they’d keep them well guarded.
Maugrim: Now, please don’t run…we’ve had a waterfall fall on top of us, and we’re neglected by our Queen. We’d much rather just kill you quickly.
Susan: *sees horn twenty feet away* *throws towel on wolf*
Maugrim: AH! I can’t see! What is- what is this?! Get it off! Get it off!
Susan: *gets to the horn without the other wolves attacking her and blows it*
Peter: *hears horn* My Sisters-are-in-trouble-sense is tingling! *prances away*
Susan and Lucy: *manage to climb a tree to semi-safety while Maugrim tried to free himself from the towel-of-doom*
Peter: *runs dramatically across the river* STOP! *pulls sword*
Maugrim: OH, here we go again…look kid, we both know you don’t have it in you…just put the sword down, and let us rip your family to shreds.
Susan: Peter, look out! There’s wolves!
Peter: Thanks, Susan. I totally couldn’t see them before…
Aslan: *ROAR* *pins down wolf*
Army: *has Aslan’s back*
Maugrim: Oh wonderful.
Aslan: *nods knowingly at Peter*
Maugrim: ARG! *tackles Peter*
Everyone: *GASP!*
Susan: *hops down from tree* Peter!
Peter: *sits up* I did it! I killed him!
Faun: Looked like he jumped into the sword to me…
Oreius: Quiet you.
Susan and Lucy: *hug peter*
Aslan: Peter, kneel before me.
Peter: *kneels*
Aslan: *puts paw on Peter’s shoulder*
Peter’s shoulder: *is lowered about 7 inches*
Aslan: I dub thee Sir Peter, Knight of Narnia.
Crowd: *cheers*
Aslan: Well, that was easier than I thought it’d be. Now, lets go save your brother!
Here's the next part for you all!
Part 13
Mr. Beaver: Look! It’s Aslan’s camp!
Trumpets: *sound*
Lucy: I think they know we’re here.
Fauns: *stop and stare*
Minotaurs: *stop and stare*
Peter: …
Centaurs: *stop and stare*
Susan: Why are they looking at us like that?
Lucy: Maybe they think you look funny!
Peter: They wouldn’t be wrong…
Susan: *death glare*
Peter: Uh…I mean…
Lucy: I don’t think you can talk yourself out of that one, Peter…
Peter: *sigh* Dang it…
Susan: *still giving the death glare*
Very Authoritative looking Centaur: ATTENTION! Will the Faun, Minotaur, Centaur or other mythical creature with the Blue Volkswagen please report to the head tent? You left your lights on.
Griffin: OH dang it…*flys off*
Very Authoritative looking Centaur: *looks at Peter*
Peter: Um…We uh…kind of came here to see Aslan…*pulls out sword ti add effect*
Centaur: *nods*
Everyone: *kneels*
Pevensies: *are awkwardly still standing*
Aslan: *appears from his tent*
Lucy: He’s a lion! That’s so cool!
Peter: *whispers* Shush, Lu!
Pevensies: *finally decide it’s a good time to kneel*
Aslan: Hello, and welcome to Narnia.
Pevensies: *smile*
Aslan: Hmm…If I’m not mistaken, I believe you’re one short…
Lucy: Hey, don’t call me short!
Aslan: No my dear one…I mean you’re missing someone.
Lucy: Oh, right…
Peter: You see that’s why we’re here…Edmund went on a little detour, and we kind of need you to help us get him back…
Aslan: How could this have happened?
Mr. Beaver: He betrayed them, Your Majesty.
Susan: He basically totally ditched us for candy and some ice sculptures.
Centaur: Than he has betrayed us all!…for candy and ice sculptures…
Aslan: Peace, Oreius. I’m sure there’s an explanation.
Susan and Lucy: *look at Peter*
Peter: It’s my fault. I was too hard on him.
Susan: *rubs Peter’s shoulder??* We all were a little hard on him.
Aslan: I know, children. The fact that it was your brother makes the betrayal even worse…
Lucy: Tell me about it…
[Pan to a cliff overlooking all of the camp]
Peter: *standing on the cliff with spiffy new clothes*
Aslan: That is Cair Paravel. Your new home when you decide to finally have some self-esteem and realize you’re king material.
Peter: But…
Aslan: You doubt the prophecy?
Peter: No…it’s just…I’m not who you think I am…
Aslan: Peter John Pevensie, born in Finchley, England. Eldest of four, father is off fighting in WWII and mother is currently at home knitting. You are a Pisces and enjoy long walks on the beach as well as listening to Jazz.
Peter: Wow…okay, so I am who you think I am…but, I couldn’t even protect my own family!
Aslan: You got them safely this far.
Peter: Not all of them…remember? My little brother decided to go on a field trip to the ice castle.
Aslan: Peter, we’ll save your brother, don’t worry. I too want to protect my family. Now please consider being the High King, okay?
Peter: *nods* I’ll think about it.
[In a scary forest not too far away]
Edmund: *tied up and gagged to a tree*
Ginnabrik: aksjdha aksjhdiasd fl gdlfkjhgosduig!
Edmund: *muffled* Excuse me?
Ginnabrik: aksjdhias dgkjdfhgo wofhsdjfn,xmdo!
Edmund: *thinking* I can’t understand a word he is saying…
Ginnabrik: kajsnd Special treatment for the special boy! Asjdhkajsdh
Edmund: Oh! I got that one!
Ginnabrik: *gets all up in Edmunds grill*
Edmund: Get. Out. Of. My. Bubble. *tried to cringe away*
Ginnabrik: Isn’t that what you wanted? Ksudhas fkjdskjdfh
Edmund: What did I get myself into?
[Pan back to Aslan’s camp]
Susan: We haven’t had dresses like these in ages!
Lucy: Yeah, we should bring one back for mom! A whole chest full!
Susan: That is…if we ever get back…
Lucy: Oh, well excuse me Ms. Pessimist…
Susan: I’m sorry…I don’t mean to be pessimist…we used to have fun together, didn’t we?
Lucy: I think so, yeah! Before you got boring…
Susan: Oh yeah? *splashes Lucy*
Lucy: Ah! *splashes back*
Lucy and Susan: *have a splashing fight for about ten seconds and walk back on-shore*
Susan: Ah, man that was fun…*pulls towel off tree and meets Maugrim*
Maugrim: GRR GROWL GRR!
Susan and Lucy: *scream*
Friend 1: Wow, sneaking into Aslan’s camp was easier than I thought!
Friend 2: Tell me about it! There isn’t even anyone around but these two! You’d think they’d keep them well guarded.
Maugrim: Now, please don’t run…we’ve had a waterfall fall on top of us, and we’re neglected by our Queen. We’d much rather just kill you quickly.
Susan: *sees horn twenty feet away* *throws towel on wolf*
Maugrim: AH! I can’t see! What is- what is this?! Get it off! Get it off!
Susan: *gets to the horn without the other wolves attacking her and blows it*
Peter: *hears horn* My Sisters-are-in-trouble-sense is tingling! *prances away*
Susan and Lucy: *manage to climb a tree to semi-safety while Maugrim tried to free himself from the towel-of-doom*
Peter: *runs dramatically across the river* STOP! *pulls sword*
Maugrim: OH, here we go again…look kid, we both know you don’t have it in you…just put the sword down, and let us rip your family to shreds.
Susan: Peter, look out! There’s wolves!
Peter: Thanks, Susan. I totally couldn’t see them before…
Aslan: *ROAR* *pins down wolf*
Army: *has Aslan’s back*
Maugrim: Oh wonderful.
Aslan: *nods knowingly at Peter*
Maugrim: ARG! *tackles Peter*
Everyone: *GASP!*
Susan: *hops down from tree* Peter!
Peter: *sits up* I did it! I killed him!
Faun: Looked like he jumped into the sword to me…
Oreius: Quiet you.
Susan and Lucy: *hug peter*
Aslan: Peter, kneel before me.
Peter: *kneels*
Aslan: *puts paw on Peter’s shoulder*
Peter’s shoulder: *is lowered about 7 inches*
Aslan: I dub thee Sir Peter, Knight of Narnia.
Crowd: *cheers*
Aslan: Well, that was easier than I thought it’d be. Now, lets go save your brother!
