Disclaimer: I OWN IT! --is tasered-- No I don't...
A/N -- Well, it's stupid, it's pointless, it doesn't make sense...YES, I love it too! Enter the world of Cherry Cheesecake and be thrown off kilter FOREVER! (I know, another multi-chap for me to create then ignore, but it WILL be worth it! IT WILL!!)
CHERRY CHEESECAKE
by Undercooked
PROLOGUE
"Hello, my name is Dr. Flammajamma, and I am your father." said a middle-aged man in a doctor's coat and a fuzzy orange tie.
"What?" asked Zuko, looking up.
"Nothing, nothing. Now, what appears to be the problem?" asked Dr. Flammajamma.
"Um...your tie is...staring at me." Zuko said, eyeing the orange monstrosity.
"Oh, don't mind Roderic. All the kiddies love him." said Flammajamma, stroking his tie lovingly.
Just then, the old tea-chugging guy walked in and, in a voice that rather sounded like Golem from Lord of the Rings rasped,
"Tea! Teeeea!"
"I told you to wait outside, Uncle!" Zuko yelled. "You can have some damn tea after we leave!"
The freaky old man shambled out, groaning,
"Teeea!"
"Um, yes. Quick, tell me your problem before this damn fic author sends something else to interrupt!" yelled Flammajamma.
"I have a scar!" yelled Zuko back.
"Yes you do!" yelled Flammajamma.
"Why are we yelling?" yelled Zuko.
"TEA!" yelled Uncle Iroh, chasing the young receptionist around the lobby.
"BWAH!" yelled Roderic the Tie.
"Is there any way to remove it?" yelled Zuko.
"The tie? I DUNNO!" yelled Flammajamma.
Roderic growled.
"No! My scar!" yelled Zuko. "And now I'm going to have a white-rimmed flashback about how I got it..."
-- FLASHBACK --
"Pillow fight!" yelled a man with a girly bun and a girly hair clasp.
"No! Daddy!" cried Zuko. "I will not accept this pillow fight!"
"Yes! I will teach you to respect me!" yelled the man, brandishing his befeathered weapon menacingly.
"All I did was beat you in Scrabble..." sobbed Zuko.
"YOU DID NOT! RANSNAVER IS A WORD!" screamed the man.
"No it's not!" the voice of a girl yelled from a few rooms over.
"I'll deal with you later, Azula!" the man yelled, before whacking Zuko in the face with his pillow.
Feathers flew, and many averted their eyes from the SHAME of it all.
Oh, the horror...
-- UN-FLASHBACK --
"Well that was...enlightening." said Flammajamma, raising an eyebrow.
"So can you help me?" asked Zuko.
"I can prescribe you an ointment. But I have to warn you, you'll have to carry around a little fan with a picture of your face on it for a few months if you take it." said Flammajamma.
"I'll do it." said Zuko.
Flammajamma handed him a tube of Mederma and then said,
"Exuse me. I have to go feed Roderic." And walked away petting his snarling tie.
Zuko took his Mederma and his crazed tea-loving uncle and went to Starbucks, where he purchased an extremely large cup of tea.
Little did he know of the madness that would ensue.