This is my attempt to logically explain phenomena I observed in the show back when I used to watch it as a 10-year-old. If you dislike writers who write for "children's" material, then don't read this. I'm actually somewhat apprehensive about posting this, so no flames, please. One last note: I wrote this about three years ago, and it's been sitting on my hard drive since then. I went back and revised it slightly for content, but that's it. Therefore, this does not necessarily reflect my current story-writing ability.

My name is Zak. You may have heard of me, or you may not have. You may not even know who I am, but there are some things you should know. For starters, I have a sister named Wheezie. I'm attached to her in more than just the figurative sense of the word. You see, I'm a dragon. Technically, though, Wheezie and I are one two-headed dragon, but we're both individuals with independent personalities and thoughts. Our thoughts are so independent, in fact, that she and I disagree on various matters from time to time, sometimes vehemently.

One time, we disagreed so much (about how and where to work on building a playground,) that our teacher, Quetzal, offered us a way to physically separate. Needless to say, at the time I was quite excited and intrigued at this prospect, but I did not show it outwardly at the time. Wheezie and I did our separate tasks on the construction, but in the end, we decided it was better to be together. Now that I look back on that day, I wonder if it was really the best decision. Even now, I silently contemplate going back to Quetzal and asking if I (we) could keep the crystals he has. Of course, this would require Wheezie's cooperation, of which I don't have the initiative to ask for.

This is what I now think about as I lie in bed at night. Now that I am older, I find myself thinking about more complex matters, such as our shared biology and physiology. The most notable thing that got into my head then was how to do separate things. Right now, Wheezie was asleep, and snoring at that. I felt like I needed a drink of water – my throat was feeling parched – but I feared that there was nothing I could do about it. All my (or should I say, our) life, this had been a problem for me, and I imagine that Wheezie had the same problems herself when I was asleep. I got to thinking that night if there was something I could do about it.

Wheezie was sleeping next to me (obviously) in the same bed. Right then, I boldly attempted something that I had never tried before. Using memories made when I had a body separate from hers (and a left arm), I used my brain and my nerves, mentally reached across to her side of our body, and found her (left) hand. (I know this sounds weird, but I swear to you this is how I actually did it.) At finding this, I was surprised to learn that I could also now control our entire body! It must only work when one of us is asleep, I thought.

Doing my best to contain my excitement, and relishing the ability to control a whole body once again, I proceeded to get out of (our) bed. To my dismay, I found Wheezie's neck and head holding me back. If I continued getting up, her neck would limply follow, and she'd wake up. I thought to myself, A neck brace sure would be handy right now. Instead, I came up with an alternate, temporary solution. Using Wheezie's arm, I held her neck/head up. I savored the feeling of getting out of bed on my side by my will as my (excuse me, our) feet touched the floor. Wheezie was still asleep.

Still holding her neck up, I walked into our bathroom and grabbed a paper cup. I filled it with water from the faucet and drank the whole thing with my right arm. Feeling proud of myself for what I had discovered and done, I smiled as I turned to head back to bed. That's when Wheezie woke up.

This story only has three chapters. It was inspired by the episode titled "Not Separated at Birth" Season 1, Episode 13, 10/6/99. Should I upload the next chapter?