Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters , settings, etc involving Voltron: Defender of the Universe. These stories are for entertainment purposes only and are to be viewed as parodies.

Author's Notes: Here it is the official final season of Elevator Lance. I have had fun writing these episodes, but I have many more Voltron adventures that are sure to entertain waiting for me on my desktop. This does not mean that Elevator Lance is completely done, as I have had requests for holiday specials, cross over specials, etc. However, I am finished with writing full seasons. I hope you enjoy the fourth and final season of Elevator Lance.

The Adventures of Elevator Lance:

Yet Another Season

The sun rose over Planet Arus, painting the landscape in hues of reds, oranges, and yellows. The Castle of Lions gleamed in the morning light, a beacon of hope for the people of the planet. Lance stirred in his bed as the alarm went off.

"Time to welcome a new day." He threw back the covers and was surprised by what he saw. "WHAT THE HELL!"

Lying in bed at Lance's feet were several heads from various red lion toys. Along side the toy heads, was lies a note.

Lance picked up the note.

"Welcome back, Lance. I was going to leave you in peace but you just had to punch me. So, looks like we will be working together again for yet another season. Have fun. ~KBL~."

"Oh hell no! I'm not doing this again; I'm not suffering through another season. I refuse to take part in this stupid game of yours," Lance stated.

Lance noticed another note lying on the bed. He picked it up and read it out loud.

"Too bad, it's in your contract."

"This isn't over," Lance proclaimed. Angrily, he proceeded to shower, eat and left his room for the elevators.

The walk to the elevators was uneventful, which put Lance on edge. He knew something was coming, that was for certain. The elevator doors opened and Lance entered, noticing an older, Hispanic, gentleman sitting on a stool in the corner. The man was wearing a sombrero and a poncho.

"Excuse me, but do you work in this building," Lance asked.

"Si."

The man had a thick, high pitched, Mexican accent.

"Are you going to the first floor?" Lance asked.

"Si."

Lance pushed the button for the first floor. "I haven't seen you around before, are you new here?"

"Si."

Lance was getting a bit irritated by this man's simple answers. "How long have you been working here?"

"A few days," the man told Lance.

"A few days?"

"Si."

"How many is a few?"

"Cinco."

"Five days?" Lance inquired.

"Si."

"What's your name?"

"Sy." (pronounced – sigh)

"Sy?"

"Si."

Lance sighed. "Ofcourse it would be. How did you get a job here?"

"My sister," Sy told Lance.

"Your sister works here too?"

"Si."

"And your sister's name?"

"Sue."

Lance looked at him with glaring eyes. "Sue?"

"Si."

"I'm actually afraid to ask this next question. What does she do here?"

"Sews."

"I knew it," Lance said as he threw up his hands. "Do you like working here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Wow, did you just say 'yes, sir'?"

"Si."

"Now cut that out. So what do you do here, Sy?"

"I'm an assistant writer," Sy answered.

"You're a writer?"

"Si."

"And what do you assist in writing?" Lance asked as he crossed his arms.

"This episode," Sy said with a smile.

"You're partially to blame for this?"

"Si."

The elevator chimed and to Lance's relief he was on the first floor. He got off and watched Sy head down the hall. Lance turned and went the other way. On his way to the control room he bumped in to Keith.

"Hey, Lance. Are you having a good morning?"

"Si."

With a puzzled look on his face, Keith followed Lance into the control room to go over the day's assignments.