No Pants
Aang burst into the throne room of the Fire Lord, ready for action. It was time to end the hundred year feud! The tyrant was sitting high and mighty on his throne, leering eyes ready for attack!
"Your reign of tyranny is over Fire Lord!" the Avatar swung his staff. "It's time to step down and surrender."
"Oh, really?" sneered the Fire King. "What are you going to do with no pants on?"
"..."
"Well, duh!"
Confusion and fear mixed together on the Fire King's face. Why didn't the Avatar faltered and cowered at his wrath? Didn't he look intimidating enough?
"It was so hot in here, I had to take them off! The only problem is though, Sokka brought Speedos..." the boy faced palmed himself. "I am going to need therapy."
The said warrior ran into the room, boomerang in each hand. He ran screaming at the top of his lungs, his war cry echoing throughout the palace.
"Die Fire Lord dieeeeeee-" Sokka looked blankly around the throne room. "We're... is the blood? The gore? This isn't much of a fight..."
Aang wanted to scoop his eyeballs out.
"YOU IDIOTS, ALWAYS NEEDING ME TO DO THE JOB FOR YOU!"
On the horizon, a silhouette of a woman was seen, riding a surf board on a tidal wave. As the shadows relieved the identity of the surfer, it was no other than Katara in her usual swimming gear.
Aang could feel his noes bleed.
Water poured all over the throne room and onto the men, leaving the grand chamber a wreck...
And that was how the world was saved.