DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely nothing in this story and I do not intend to make any profits off of this story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This ficlet is my very first attempt at writing a drabble and trust me, they're not as easy as they look. But hey, a writer's gotta challenge themselves sometimes.
Springfield
"Sanzo? How did we end up in this bar?" asked Goku, studying the group's dingy surroundings.
"How the hell should I know? Hakkai had the map," snapped Sanzo.
"I certainly don't remember crossing over any oceans," chimed Hakkai.
"Besides, why did our skin turn yellow as soon as we arrived in this town?" questioned Gojyo, looking at his four stubby fingers.
A bald overweight man placed his arm around the perplexed monk's shoulders and chuckled.
"Lemme tell you, buddy. Nothing ever makes sense around here in Springfield! Hey Moe! Get these guys more beer!"
"D'oh!" Sanzo grunted under his breath.