Hello readers! This story is inspired by "The Yellowfang and Nightcloud Show" over from the Warriors fanfiction. A new guest will be appearing every episode. Hope you'll have some laughs, enjoy!

People filed into the studio, checking their tickets for their seat number. "Where be this seat? I can't read it," said one farmer. An usher ran up and read it for him. "Seat 3A sir. Next to that Urgal over there." "Urgal?! I ain't sitting next to no stinkin' Urgal! Get me a new seat!" The Urgal heard the farmer, and bared his teeth at him, growling. "ALRIGHT ok ok ok ok I'll take that seat thank you thank you," he stuttered, grabbing onto his little straw hat.

"Please hurry everyone, the show will be starting soon!" yelled another usher. Audience members jostled each other to get to their seat, glaring at each other. "OI! That be my seat, you seat jack!" "OI! Them ushers said I sit here!" "Why you little…" "Sirs, sirs, please, sir, you can sit here." "Hnn."

At last when everyone was settled down in the 700-seater studio in Illirea, Kelly Clarkson music started playing. "Dagnabbit what be this music, so loud," someone complained. "WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER!" sang the elves along to the music. "Oh barzul," the dwarves covered their ears. "YOU THINK YOU GOT THE BEST OF ME, THINK YOU'VE HAD THE LAST LAUGH!" the elves' voices grew louder. "SHUT IT!" everyone screamed. The Fair Folk quietened down and gave everyone a death stare. "So judgy," they muttered.

Suddenly, the lights on the stage lit up. The audience members cheered — the show was about to start. "Presenting to you, the wonderful Angela!" announced a voice that reverberated throughout the studio. It had to be magic, how the voice came out from those little black boxes placed around the room. A short, curly-haired woman bounced out from the side of the stage. "Hello everyone, and welcome to The Angela Show!" she proclaimed to thunderous cheers, for this woman was of course the one and only Angela! "GO WISE ONE!" the elves sang, holding up a giant sign saying "We heart Angela". The witch waved at her admirers. "Thank you all for coming down to the very first episode of The Angela Show! For that, you're all going home with a miniature frog replica!" The crowd went wild, and Angela held up a glass jar containing a plastic frog.

"Now then, for the main event." The werecat cameraman below stage swivelled the camera to face her as she walked over to a soft fur couch and sat on it. "We have an important guest with us today, he's really smart, a friend of Eragon's —" "ERAGON!" the female humans fangirled. "WE LOVE YOU ERAGON!" "Erm, no, Eragon is not coming onto the show today." The humans sank back into their seats looking visibly disappointed. "Instead, we have Jeod Longshanks! Come on down Jeod!"

A tall, lanky man with greying hair came over from back stage and sat in another fur couch opposite Angela. "Glad to be on the show, Angela," he said. "And we're honoured to have you! We just have a few questions to ask you," she said. "Could you tell us a little bit about yourself?" Jeod nodded.

"Well I was born in Teirm to Dustan and Kayla, who were traders. As we were relatively well off they were able to hire a tutor for me, and I grew a great love for books. All sorts of books. I grew up into a scholar, as you probably know. My parents introduced me to my lovely wife Helen, whose parents they were friends with. Now we are married, and Helen has now a thriving trade empire thanks to the one gold orb given to us by Eragon —" he stopped to let the fangirls shriek — "I'm very happy now, so to say."

"Interesting. Now, there are rumours of a secret organisation started by Heslant the Monk — the Arcaena, they are called. Do you know anything about that?" Angela asked, smiling.

"Uuh, well, uh, I have heard of them, but uh, no, I don't know much about them, except they're, uh, devoted to collecting information," Jeod replied, looking very flustered at this.

"Oh come on, Jeod, surely you know more? You are a scholar after all," Angela prodded.

"I… uh… no, I really don't know anything more," Jeod was sweating and obviously very nervous. Angela laughed. "Alright, I won't prod anymore. Now then, how is your relationship with your wife Helen?"

"It's all well and good, though you know she can be quite the battle-axe sometimes and she can really be a pain in my—" "JEOD LONGSHANKS! You take that back!" a woman screamed. Jeod turned around and was horrified to find the bright blue eyes of Helen boring angrily into him. "L—look, dear, I can explain—" "Oh you better explain, or I will hurt you!" she said. Angela looked surprised. "How did you get in here Helen? I posted werecat guards at the door!" Helen smirked. "I offered your werecat guard a ball of yarn to play with, and they let me in." Sure enough, an iron-clad werecat raced onto stage, chasing after a pink ball of yarn. "Yarn! Yarn!" he shrieked. Angela sighed and grabbed the werecat by the scruff. "Hey! Hey! Lemme go!" he struggled. "Quith, go back to the door." The werecat yowled at her. "Let me rephrase that. If you don't go back to the door, I will have you DE-FURRED." She released the werecat and he immediately ran back stage.

"Right! Now that's all over—" Angela beamed at Helen. "Now you're here, what do you think of your relationship with Jeod?" The scholar cringed. "Well he's a #*%&$% son of a &#*$! when he wants to and he's always being a ! # #$% to me! Always piled up in his books, never paying me any attention!" she complained. She punched Jeod in the arm, and he rubbed the sore spot. "What do you have to say for yourself, Jeod?" Angela said. "Um… I'll buy you a new dress?" "What dress?" Helen inquired. "Um… the blue one you really li—" "I LOVE YOU JEOD I take everything back!" And with that she gave her husband a hug and pranced off the stage.

"Well that was weird," said Angela. "Anyway, as a gift from Jeod, you're all going back with a copy of the Domia abr Wyrda!" The crowd went wild again, cheering for Jeod. "Wait a minute, I am?" asked Jeod, wetting his tunic with sweat. "But each copy costs like 40 crowns…!" "Of course you are, I already deducted the gold from your account!" Angela said cheerfully.

Jeod fainted.

Episode 2 hint: Chemical mishaps