Peep woke up on the set of Hannah Montana. He stood at the bottom of the stairs with a dazed look on his face.

Miley shuffled down the steps wearing rainbow pjs and worn out bunny slippers. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a messy bun.  She yawned loudly then noticing the stranger in her living room asked Peep, "Who the heck are you?"

Peep stammered, "Y-y-you're M-m-m..."

"Yup--I'm Miley but you still haven't told me who you are and what you're doing in my house at the crack-a-dawn?."

Peep couldn't talk. He slowly turned around looking for television cameras. Nothing. He was in the fictitious living room set of a Disney star but there wasn't a camera crew in sight.

Miley took a step closer to Peep. Perusing his tats she asked, "And what's with the get up little man? Other than the ones in Hannah Montana's bubble gum machines I've never seen so many fake tattoos in my life."

Peep's tongue unlocked, he responded, "They're not fake."

"You lie!" Miley grabbed Peep's arm, licked her thumb and tried wiping off Charlie the Centipede. "Well I'll be! You can't be more than 11 years old! Where'd you get all these tattoos? The work is amazing!" She glanced over the Lisa Simpson and Scooby Doo tats on his neck. "My dad won't even let me get the itsiest bitsiest butterfly on my ankle." She spun Peep around checking him over for more ink.

When Peep stopped being dizzy he said, "Well these were put on me against my will."

Miley jumped back and fell onto the olive green sofa. Excited to hear the dirt she drew in her feet, sat on them, and asked, "Were you kidnapped by a crazed tattoo artist?"

Peep sat next to Miley and said, "No, worse... a blue fairy keeps practicing her magic on me." He figured he had to be dreaming so why not tell the truth?

Miley gasped, "You lie!"

"Honest to God." Peep looked into Miley's big brown eyes. "You probably don't believe in fairies."

Miley responded, "I used to. I believed in lots of things before my mama died."

Peep asked, "Then you grew up--huh?"

Miley answered, "I guess... Did the fairy make your hair half pink too?"

Peep nodded. Could he trust his dream of Hannah Montana/Miley with the truth?

Just then Jackson stumbled down the stairs. He mumbled deliriously , "I'm late, I'm late for a very important date, no time to say hello—goodbye I'm late, I'm late, I'm late...."

Miley mocked him,  "Jackson you have never had a date in your life!"

Jackson looked offended, "I have so. I took Cynthia to the homecoming dance just last week."

Miley objected, "Cynthia is our first cousin and it was a pity date!"

Jackson had the worst case of bed head Peep had ever seen. His dirty blond hair stuck up North, South, East and West.

Jackson noticed Lil Peep. He asked, "Who's this joker?"

Miley stammered, "Thus is...uh..."

Peep spoke up, "I'm Lil Peep!"

Miley smiled, " Yeah... Lil Peep!" Teasing Jackson she said, "He's my new opening act. The boy can SANG!"

Jackson clucked his tongue, "He's a mere child! You won't let my band open for you but you'll let this pip squeak sing?"

Miley shook her head. "Jackson the one time I gave you a shot you showed up in your Spongebob boxers and you forgot all the words to Let It Be!" She started singing the familiar Beatles song to prove how simple it was.

Jackon yelled over her, "All part of the act. Keep the audience guessing!" Jackson puffed out his chest."

"Yeah, guessing where the talent is!" Mikey elbowed Peep in his rib cage and snorted.

Peep was stunned. He listened for a laugh track. Nothing.

Without a laugh track it was just a brother and a sister arguing before school. Peep did find them somewhat amusing though.

Their dad walked in from the kitchen. "Your flapjacks are getting cold. Hi Peep!"

Peep stood up. "Hello sir."

Miley asked her dad, "You two know each other?"

Robby answered, "Of course!"

Jackson looked annoyed. "Why am I the last person to find stuff out?" He looked at Peep. "Where do you live lil man?"

Robby answered for Peep, "He lives with us! Meet your new roommate and new foster brother."

If there was a camera Peep would stare straight into it and look mighty confused.

Jackson objected, "Why do I gotta share a room with him?"

Miley shuffled into the kitchen. "Well he's not sleeping in my room."

Everyone sat down at the kitchen table and began pouring sticky maple syrup on top of stacks of pancakes.

Robby grabbed the plate of bacon. He put more than half of the bacon strips on top of his pancakes.

Miley dumped all of his father's bacon onto her own plate. "Dad, your cholesterol."

Robby made a sad face at Miley. "You're no fun."

Miley remarked, "Neither is a stroke or heart disease."

Robby became annoyed. "Can we talk about something more pleasant this morning?"

Jackson spoke with his mouth full. "How about we talk about our new little brother. What the heck dad?"

Miley agreed, "Yeah dad... What the heck? Way to spring a 3rd sibling on us!"

Peep wanted to say, "I'm only sitting right next to you." If this was real life he might be offended.

Robby stole some of Miley's bacon while she wasn't looking. "Hey you guys bugged me for a little brother for years."

Miley's eyes bugged out. "Yeah when we was like five!"

"A late present is a present still." Robby looked proud of himself.

Jackson looked confused. "What does that even mean dad?"

"It means... you now have a little brother. Now play nice. I gotta run to the studio. Show Peep around the house. Help him unpack Jackson."

Peep finally spoke up. "Unpack what? I didn't bring anything."

Robby opened the front door. "Your suitcases are right out here. Oh Bellboy! Jackson!"

Jackson grumbled as he wheeled the pink sparkly suitcases inside. "So now I'm his butler too?"

Miley noticed Peep's suitcases. "Ooh I have the exact same set!"

Peep wondered, "Oh Locket what have you done to me now?"

-End of Chapter 40-

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