Don't own Kingdom Hearts or Catch-22. You will see the obvious spoofage/plagerism...

Chapter VIII was the first one written so I'll have to write the first seven before I keep going...Wish me luck and review after I'm done!

Chain of Comedic Clichés

I: Education Session, a tribute to Catch-22

Xemnas tapped his foot impatiently. Tappy-tap it went ticking off the seconds that the others were late. The education sessions were his new idea to explain to his little group of Nobodies the importance of this battle they were waging with every other being in the universe. He had sent messages to them that it they would be held at Sequel Island at precisely 10 am. It was 10:01, yet, none but Namine had come. She wasn't even part of Organization XIII...This was important. Why could they not understand the great importance of knowledge and how easily it was converted to power?

The leader of the soon-to-be-very-infamous Organization XIII looked up with a flutter in his non-existent heart when two of his followers came through the door...Squabbling...

Well...at least they made it, said Xemnas to himself. It made him feel slightly better as the idiots came in.

The squabblers were Axel and Xigbar, who were arguing about something that had to do with posters, books, fire, etc. Larxene came in right behind them, giggling. She was being escorted by Leaxeaus, who seemed quite fit for the position, blocking off fire and laser-beams with his rocks. At least now they were coming in.

Soon, Zexion came in with his pet skunk, Flunk. Flunk sat curled up in Zexion's slender arms like a cat. Flunk was Zexion's best friend, and that my friends is very sad indeed. After Zexion and dear Flunk came Luxord, who was mindless shuffling cards, and Xaldin. The wind-user was cursing about his gummi-ship crashing, but no one took notice.

Everyone was getting settled when there were roared curses from down the hall. Every head turned around to see. Demyx stumbled in and supported himself on the doorframe, laughing his head off. He pointed behind him, almost passing out from lack of oxygen. The sitar-playing Nobody had turned the entire hallway into a fast-flowing river. At the other end of the hall, the stairs had become a waterfall of death. Xemnas made a mental note to send Demyx to a very unpleasant place on all coming missions. The "practical jokes" were getting very dangerous.

Vexen had saved himself by freezing the water under him. He was floating backwards looking for any sign of Saix, who he had entered with. Marluxia, who came up the stairs just as the river was started, was riding on a huge, bright pink flower, frowning down at his cloak that was throughly　soaked with ice-cold water. Demyx pointed and laughed as Roxas grabbed a statue to avoid being washed away. Xemnas didn't like the group dynamics of his organization at all.

He was going to need a lot of aspirins.

"...and that's why we have to make Sora defeat armies of Heartless," concluded Xemnas, "Any questions?"

Xemnas would regret asking the question for questions.

"Who is Kingdom Hearts?" asked Demyx, in that annoying, whiny voice that he had. Xemnas was about to correct the young man's grammar as well as try to answer the question when　Larxene smiled and raised a hand,

"Why is Sora?"

Soon there were questions coming out of the idiot side of Organization XIII like,

"When is darkness?"

"Where is that rigid and blond-haired old man I used to call Poppa when the science equipment broke down?"

"How was the trump at Munich?"(A/N Yeah I know...but didn't get this part...)

"Are the hills really alive with the sound of music?"

"Why is everyone trying to kill me?"

Axel stood and asked in a victorious voice,

"Where are the Boxbs of yesteryear?"

Xemnas glared at him, "What?"

There was never a Boxb in the Organization. That was just the name Bob with an X. How stupid could skinny-man get?

"Oú sont les Boxbs d'antan?" asked the crimson-haired man hoping the change of language would make the leader understand the question better...and get on his nerves even more.

"Parles en anglais, Axel," groaned Xemnas, rubbing his temples, "Je ne parle pas fraçais."

Axel leaned his chair back into Saix's face, "Good, 'cause I don't either."

Saix shoved him and his chair off, growling like a wild animal...well, a wet and angry wild animal. Vexen had found the moon-worshipper at the bottom of the stairs in berserk-mode...taking his rage out on a statue of Morgana for The Little Mermaid 2.

Before Xemnas could put a foot down Axel had been tipped forward into Luxord, whose deck of cards flew around in every direction. He jumped up at the last minute, upsetting two other chairs where Namine and Roxas were chatting throughout Xemnas' lecture. Roxas whipped out his keyblades, shouting at Axel from making Namine cry. She wasn't, but by then other members had been affected by the sudden mayhem that she couldn't be heard. Xemnas covered his ears as fighting began in the meeting room. Why? Why were they the only one's he could find?

A good few minutes had passed and Namine sat at the Superior's feet, grinning sheepishly up at him. Flunk sat in her arms as Zexion was busy protecting himself from Demyx's sitar. Xemnas knew what they needed, a break. A long one...and something stronger for his own headache.

And so, The Chain of Comedic Clichés began.

So it begins, please review with the utmost care and refined-ness. Immature comments will be laughed at by Demyx, who will laugh at anything I'm sure, and flames will be fed to Axel's powa!