There wasn't a Super Bowl fanfic for the Crash Bandicoot archive, so I thought...why not?

It was a normal, typical Monday afternoon at Cortex Castle. All the minions were in their rooms, resting. Uka Uka, on the other hand, was floating around the castle, looking for Cortex.

"Where could that lousy N-head be?!" he wondered. Soon Cortex barged in through the front door, holding grocery bags, and ran to the kitchen to put all the food on the kitchen table before panting loudly.

"Where have you been?" Uka asked. "And what's with all the party food? New Year's Eve is over!"

"Did I not tell you?" Cortex asked? "I went to the supermarket to buy some snacks for the Super Bowl!"

"Super Bowl? What on earth is that?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE SUPER BOWL IS?!" Cortex was in utter shock. "My goodness, Uka where have you been all these years?"

"Meditating." Cortex gave Uka a weird look. "Don't ask."

"Let me take to Dingodile," Cortex told the ancient mask. "He'll fill you in on the big game."

"The Super Bowl is actually a game?" Uka raised an eyebrow as Cortex took him to Dingodile.

Once the two arrived at Dingodile's room, the dingo-crocodile hybrid was slurping a soda.

"Dingodile! You are NOT gonna believe what I'm about to tell you," Cortex yelled. "Uka has never heard of the Super Bowl!"

Dingodile did a loud spit-take.

"Ha ha, good one, mate!" he laughed as he held up his hand, expecting a high-five from Cortex. But by the look on the scientist's face, he was being serious. "Please tell me you're joking."

"I'm being serious," Cortex said in a somewhat sad tone.

"Oh dear." Dingodile turned to Uka. "Well, mate, you've been really missing out all these years."

"Could you teach me about the Super Bowl?" Uka questioned.

"Of course, mate. Have a seat on my bed."

"I'm a mask, I can't sit..."

"You know what I mean."

So Uka "sat" on Dingodile's bed.

"So," Dingodile began, "before we get started, have you heard of the NFL?"

"The National Football League?" Uka replied. "Yes, I've heard of it."

"The Super Bowl works like this: usually the best teams from each conference (AFC and NFC) advance to the Super Bowl via playoffs. Other times, it's usually a unexpected team that makes a magical run for the big game."

"Is the Super Bowl predetermined?"

"No, or at least I think so..."

"Of course they are!" N. Gin suddenly barged in the room. "Every Super Bowl is fixed, just to benefit certain players!"

"Shut up, N. Gin you thought that Super Bowl XXIX was fixed, just to cement Steve Young's legacy," Cortex retorted.

"It's true, I tell you!"

"Alright, then, where's your evidence?"

N. Gin quietly exited the room.

"Just ignore him, mate," Dingodile told Uka. "N. Gin's been a nutcase sports conspiracy theorist for some time now. Shall we move on?"

"Uh, sure," Uka answered.