Well, here ya go.
Have fun.
I think.
Auntie might not like this.
Maybe.
Meanwhile, back at the TARDIS/Narnia:
“But what AH you?” the witch asked George.
“I’m a singer. From...Scotland.”
She glanced at him. “Oh, do you know the three witches who talk to Macbeth?”
“Sure,” he said slowly.
“Well, tell them I say hi. I haven’t seen them in a dragon’s age. Not since the last school reunion, anyway.” She smiled. “Anyway, what AH you?”
He sighed. “I’m a boy.”
“A boy! Does that mean you’re a song of Adam?” she demanded.
He groaned. “Do we have t’ go through th’ whole scene?”
“No. I’m tired of being a witch.” She sighed. “But I’m supposed to kill any sons of Adam.”
“Can I have some Turkish Delight first? I have some friends who are very hungry.” George motioned towards the lads waiting, worried for his safety.
She shrugged. “Well, if you insist.” She tipped her magic potion. A box suddenly appeared and a very grumpy looking dwarf rushed over to give it to him.
The dwarf was grumbling, “I’m so mad, why couldn’t I have jumped on this guy, he seems like a fun guy to attack with a knife, why is it so cold here anyways? Here’s your food.” He shoved the box and George and went around the sleigh again.
“Oh, don’t mind him. Go give your friend his food.” The witch drove off, yelling, “Next time!”
George walked back to the lads and Rory. “She’s a sweet lass. Here’s yer food, Danny boy.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “That stupid name. But thanks for getting th’ food.” He grabbed it and was just about to eat it when there was a loud “HUSH.” He dropped the food. “Did ye hear that?”
Rory looked around. “It’s a beaver!”
“No, no, no,” Keith said. “Beavers are bad.”
They all stared at him like he’d lost it.
“Well, ye see, beavers are bad, and ducks are good. I’d bet me life on that. I dunna wanna get shot.”
“What are ye talkin’ about?” George asked.
“Ask Paul. He read it, too.” Keith shook his head. “No beavers.”
“Look, it’s a beaver!” said a girl’s voice from the other side of the clearing.
Daniel stopped everything. “It’s...it’s...Georgie Henley.” He fell down on his back, his eyes closed.
“Did he just faint?” Emmet asked.
“I think he fainted,” Keith said.
“He couldn’t have fainted!” George exclaimed.
“He fainted,” Rory said. “I’m an expert on fainting.”
“No, ye’re an expert on almost dying.” Keith grinned. “Let’s go see what’s so special about Georgie.” He paused. “Georgie.” He pointed at George. “Georgie.” He snickered.
George grabbed Keith in a headlock and gave him a noogie. “Don’t ye EVER call me that, ye understand?”
“Ioginsa ionsofaihjfdao hoifadohj.”
“Good.” George let go and walked away, towards the four children standing on the other side of the clearing. Everyone else followed him, leaving Daniel lying in the snow.
Neil came trudging through the snow and tumbled over a body. He gasped. “Daniel Furlong! Why are you asleep in the snow? Don’t ye know t’at’s t’e first sign of hypot’ermia?”
Daniel lifted his head. “Georgie? Is that ye? I just knew ye would come back t’ me.”
Neil sighed and walked away. “When ye’re ready t’ come wit’ me, come on.”
Daniel ran after him, holding his head. “I’m tired. Where’s Georgie?”
Neil shook his head. “Ye call George t’at, and ye’ll be killed or somet’in’.”
“No, Georgie Henley. She was just here.”
“Well, where’d she go? And where are t’e rest of t’e lads?” Neil trudged through the snow. “I just wanna go back t’ rehearsal. Why did I ever get in t’at stupid wardrobe?”
“Because George told ye to.” Daniel grinned. “Turkish Delight? I never finished it. It’s too much for me.”
Neil gaped at him. “Are ye sick?”
“Nope. It’s really rich. Want some?”
Neil shook his head. “Where did t’ose lads go?” he grumbled, walking through the snow and wrapping his arms around himself. “It’s cold out here, I’m tired, me head hurts, I need aspirin, and we still have to perform tonight. Maybe we should just go find t’e Doctor.”
“No, we have to find the lads first!” Daniel protested. He tugged on Neil’s sleeve. “Come on, let’s go search the woods. And maybe we’ll see Georgie.”
Neil sighed. “Fine. T’en I’m goin’ t’ bed.”
“Ye just lectured me about hypothermia an’ ye’re gonna lie down?” Daniel shook his head. “I’m disappointed in ye.”
Neil frowned. “Let’s go.”
They walked for about thirty minutes before Daniel exclaimed, “I see someone!” and ran ahead of Neil. “Come on! It’s them!”
“T’ank goodness.” Neil walked faster, happy now.
They reached the others and paused. “What’s goin’ on?” Daniel asked. “Ye all look sad.”
George shrugged. “I feel sad.”
“Why?”
“Look around. Do ye see anythin’ missin’?” George sighed. “Or anyone?”
Neil looked around. “Keith is gone! Yes! I don’t have t’ t’row pillows at him t’ make him shut up when he talks in his sleep!”
George glared at him. “He’s dead, Jim. I mean, Neil.”
PS Beavers are bad. You can't spell LOSER without OSU.