i can almost see it, that dream i'm dreaming

After a sold-out Hannah Montana concert (two-minute standing ovation, baby), the limo pulled up to Miley's house and she glanced over at Dave.

"So... just warning you, my family is strange," she let him know, grinning a little. "Like, majorly wacky. You sure you're ready for this?"

[[nfb, obviously. for that short kid.]]

Fresh from what was possibly the world's most exhausting CD signing and still in her Hannah Montana garb, Miley ducked out of the limo that had brought her and Lilly back to the ranch and made a beeline for the front door to her wing of the house. This had been the Longest Night Ever, and the sooner she got inside, the sooner she could take a bath.

"Miley, slow down, I'm still in my Lola heels," Lilly complained, hurrying to keep up with her.

"Oh, quit whining, you big baby," Miley retorted. "Now c'mon, let's stop in the kitchen for some of my daddy's lemon squares. I wanna grab them before Jackson gobbles them all up like he ate my pancakes this morning."

Lilly finally caught up with her and peered into the kitchen window. "Looks like a little late for that," she pointed out.

( Ew. Jackson and his stupid b-b-b-bikini model girlfriend, Siena, were being all lovey-dovey at the kitchen table. )

[[NFB, of course. Taken and adapted from Hannah Montana 4x04, "De-Do-Do-Do, Da-Don't-Don't, Don't Tell My Secret," which is the world's longest and most annoying thing to type if you're looking for a transcript, trufax.]]