Hello readers, and here's the second episode of the Angela Show! Keep them reviews coming :)

On the second day of the Angela show, Angela did not show up, much to the audience's disappointment. But she had sent in a replacement.

"Welcome to another episode of the Angela Show!" announced King Orrin. "King Orrin?!" said some Surdans in the crowd. "Your Majesty, shouldn't you be back in Aberon?!" Orrin laughed. "I'm in Ilirea for just a short visit to the Queen. I'm free today, so I decided to help Angela out!" His subjects clapped approvingly, and he gave a little bow.

"Now then, this is the 1st day of the '7 Days of Giveaways' week, so —" the crowd interrupted him with loud cheering, and Orrin grinned — "so you will all be receiving a gold nugget!" The king danced on stage, before tripping over his own foot and onto the werecat cameraman below. The camera crashed with a metallic thunk. "Watch the equipment!" he yowled, and scratched Orrin on the cheek. "Apologies, Small-tooth," Orrin said sheepishly, cradling his bleeding face.

He ran up into the aisle in between the audience's seats, and adoring fangirls (though not as many as Eragon's) grabbed onto his cape. "AH AH AH not the cape!" Orrin shrieked. "Before the show starts proper — let's dance!" More Kelly Clarkson music played. The elves opened their mouths to sing, but everyone else glared at them to keep quiet. Orrin twirled around on the aisle, knocking down several unfortunate dwarves.

"Hey you there!" he pointed at a dwarf doing the jig. "Let's do the disco!" The dwarf looked at Orrin as if he was mental (and he was probably right) as the king began doing the twist. "Orrin, get on with the show already!" Small-tooth screamed. Orrin scrambled back on stage before the werecat could give him another injury.

"Alright then. Today we have a special guest, which is, actually, me!" Confetti blasted out from the ceiling and swirled around him. "Argh the cape! Small-tooth get these paper pieces off o' me!" he screamed. The crowd laughed. "NOT FUNNY!" The King screamed again, his face turning extraordinarily tomato-like. "I AM YOUR RULER YOU WILL STOP LAUGHING!" All the non-Surdans did not appreciate this comment of his, especially not the elves, who all gave him icy looks. Orrin trembled.

"A—anyway, I thought it would be interesting if we did a bit of chemistry today, because, you know, I am a prodigious alchemist." Orrin went over to a table already prepared for him. "Um, Small-tooth, where are my alchemy tools?" he asked. All that was there was a frying pan, a pot, a ladle and spatula, two plates, and an assortment of ingredients. "You were supposed to do cooking today," the cameraman said with a shrug of his shoulders. Orrin sighed.

"Never mind folks! We can still do alchemy!" Orrin placed the pot over the fireplace next to him. "So, I think I'll teach you how to make gold!" The crowd leaned forward with interest. "Ok, this is my step-by-step recipe."

"1. Dump some butter in." Orrin dropped a bar of margarine into the pot.

"2. Add a drip of lime." He carefully tilted a bottle of lime juice over the pot, and accidentally spilled all of the contents. "Oops, haha. Don't do that."

"3. Throw in 3 egg yolks." The king cracked 3 large eggs at the edge of the pot and poured the contents in. "Oh. Um. I may have forgotten to remove the albumen. Oh well!" Orrin said cheerfully.

"4. Add a touch of magic." Orrin looked around for a magician. "You there elf! Come here!" he said to an elf with fiery hair. "Excuse me?" the elf asked. "Yes, you get the privilege of working with I, King Orrin!" The elf rolled his eyes and hopped down onto the stage from his seat. "What do you want me to do?" Orrin scratched his head. "Uh, could you, uh, OH! Tell the mixture to turn into gold." The elf tilted his head at him, confused. "But your Majesty, it doesn't work that way..." "Bah! Just say 'Liquid become gold' in your magicky language!" "If that's what you want..."

The elf bent over the mixture and wrinkled his nose. The smell was terribly pungent, especially to his refined senses. "Ilgurth moi kuldr," he said. The liquid bubbled slightly, and turned a bright gold colour. "Yes! Good job Gary, here's a gift for you!" And Orrin gave "Gary" a bobble-head figurine of himself. "I... don't know what to say," Gary said, staring at the toy. "It's ok, I know you really like it! Let's clap for Gary everybody!" The crowd cheered.

"Right, for the last step: take the mixture off the fire and let it cool and harden!" Orrin removed the pot from the fire. "We'll just leave it overnight, and Angela will examine it tomorrow."

"Now we're done, I have one final thing to give you all!" Orrin raced back stage. The sound of cardboard and plastic (a material Orrin had claimed to have invented) being thrown around came from behind. "Here we are!" Orrin ran back to face the audience, holding up a thick book. "You're all also going home with a copy of my autobiography, Hard Decisions!" A Surdan soldier in the crowd clapped slowly. Crickets chirped.

"Well. I expected more response, but that will do. See you tomorrow everybody, and let's dance!" And with that, Orrin did the Gangnam Style out of the studio.

"Weirdo," Gary muttered.

Yes. I totally spoofed Ellen's dancing. Also, if you get where I got the inspiration for Orrin's autobiography title, you get a (virtual) slice of cake!

Episode 3 Hint: Everything is fragile