The Avatar Sees Shit/Poo
In the midst of the third reich, three heros emerge from tragedy.
Earth Kingdom: America
Fire Nation: Axis Powers
Fire Lord Fuhrer
Air Nomads: Jews
Northern Water Tribe: Mainland Europe
Southern Water Tribe: Soviet Russia
Aang: Jewish Messiah (aka Jewsus). Jew friends generally dead as hell; he is the last remaining survivor. Sustained serious brain damage, and now believes he has a pet flying bison.
Katara and Sokka Gorski: Polish refugees who witness arrival of Messiah through holy pancake. Living it up, Anne Frank style.
Zuko: Aryan child of Eva and The Fire Lord tasked with the retrieval of Jewsus.
Scene begins as two polish children carouse the sewers of Poland, looking for a familiar corpsy face. The camera pans in to reveal Katara and Sokka flipping dead bodies, looking for their lost mother.
Katara: This blows.
Sokka: Totes. Gossip Girl comes on in thirty.
A frozen Jewscile surfaces, and Katara instantly recognizes the face.
Katara: Hey! That bitch was on my pancakes!
Sokka: Totes.
Katara: Do you think it could be him? Could we have found Jewsus?
Katara reaches down and lightly strokes the Jews Jewwy cheeks. At her touch, a blindingly Jewish beam of Jewish jew-light erupts from the Star of David tattooed upon his brow.
Up above the skies of corpsy Poland, Zuko and his Uncle fly in their pimped out Nazi Blimp.
Suddenly, a bright beam of Hebrew blinds their pilot and incapacitates him with "If I were a Rich man" from Fiddler on the roof.
Zuko: Da fuyck mahn? What dis faggy shit be?
Iroh:Little and often makes much.
Zuko: Mayn Homes whachoo be talkinz bout? I know dis be a sign of the Jew brotha. We be needin to findz him suhhhhhn.
Iroh: Ideas are like children; there are none so wonderful as your own.
Zuko: Oh shit cuz! Dat remindz me bout da time mah popz dun popped some firuh in mah ass and disowned me and shit. Dat shit be heaaaaavy. Das why I need be findin dat Jewsus and makin mah popz proud!
The Pimp Blimp continues it's earth-bound descent. Flames of terror ravage the craft, as the Pole children lay prostrate before a bewildered Jewsus.
Aang: I need to ask you something.
Katara: Anything, you filthy sex mongrel.
Sokka: I mean it, you guys. I don't want to miss this one. Blair might be preggers.
Aang: Will you go penguin sledding with me?
Katara:Ooh, that sounds nice. What else are you going to do to me, Messiah?
Aang: Appa! Are you alright? Wake up, buddy?
Katara:Oh, it's fine. I hear a lot of guys have that problem.
Sokka: What is that thing?
Aang:This is Appa, my Flying Bison.
Sokka: Ewww! Ahhhhhh!
Katara: Color me impressed.
Aang: Don't worry. It'll wash out. You might still smell like rotton blea-
The Messiahs words where cut short by a pimp blimp explosion not twelve feet away. From the rubble, the haggled shape of Zuko emerges.
Zuko: Hold up Bitchez! Me and Jewsus gotta throw daiiiiiiiwn. k