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Spry frowned unhappily.

She had plunked herself down on the flooring of Jet's club house in the trees, staring at the computer screen of Lionel, who was sitting complacently in her lap. It was very early in the morning, and only a few Freedom Fighters were awake, flying around on the zip-lines or just going about their daily business.

And very suspicious business, if you wanted her opinion.

She was frowning unhappily because the document she had started at yesterday's dinner was now telling her she needed to kill about fifty-three different people, and she didn't know if she had the time for that in her schedule.

And, to add to that, it was 7 A.M.

Spry NEVER wakes up at 7 A.M.

Grumbling, she scrolled down over the part that told her to kill Pipsqueak, Momo and a banana, and stopped as something else caught her eye:

Note to self: Get up way too early for unspecified, plot-inducing reasons

Oh. Well, at least that was explained. Standing up, she closed Lionel and somehow managed to fit him inside one of her many pockets.

She placed her hands on her hips and she looked around, wondering when this boring beginning would end and the story-line would come back.

That's when she heard Sokka's voice, and smiled.

~oOoOo~

"Sokka. Hey, Sokka! Wake up!"

Sokka rolled over and attempted to wave Jet off.

"Not now, Katara," he said groggily, "Sleepy time."

Jet tried again, prodding the water tribe boy's back. "Come on, Sokka! You wouldn't wanna miss breakfast, would you?"

With a snort, Sokka sat up and looked around wildly. "Whozzed breakfiss?" He demanded.

Jet flinched. Sokka was not a pretty sight in the morning. "Whoah, calm down there." He said, standing up. Sokka rubbed his eyes and yawned, starting to come back to his senses.

"What time is it?" He asked, "Isn't it kind of early for breakfast?"

"It's never too early for Jet."

Sokka shuddered in response. Jet moved toward the door. "Get up and follow me. You can help with the first mission of the day."

Sokka stood, fixed his "man pony-tail" and followed Jet out and into the cold morning air. Jet lead him through their little village in the sky, walking quickly and barely saying a word. He'd explained already that they were headed toward the dining table, where they would be met by only a couple Freedom Fighters who were going to help them with their task.

Supposedly, there were two breakfasts every morning- one at six for the early risers and one at eight for everybody else.

"So.. This early breakfast isn't some kind of initiation feast, is it? 'Cause I don't think I want to be a part of your club." Sokka said, raising an eyebrow at the dirty, half-wild looking children wandering about.

Jet didn't seem to hear him and kept walking. A couple of minutes later, he stopped and turned to Sokka with a smirk. "This is it!" He said, and crawled down a small rope ladder to the landing below.

Sokka followed and found himself right in front of thr long table laden with warm, delicious-smelling food. He sat down and looked hungrily at the meal, noting as he did so that there were less than a dozen other kids there.

He was instantly filled with disappointment, however, when he looked over the selection of food items. Reaching over, he picked up what looked suspiciously like a spring roll and sniffed it.

"What's with this?" He said loudly, attracting the attention of all the other diners. "Where's all the meat? No cowbacon, no chicken-pork, no nothing!"

Jet chuckled. "Sorry, Sokka. It's kinda hard to keep livestock up here in the trees, you know?"

Sokka pouted. "What about fish? There's got to be a lake or something around here, right?"

The table went dead silent. Sokka looked around in confusion. "What?"

Jet stood up and smiled, though there was a cold glint in his eye. "It's just that we don't usually eat fish around here, Sokka."

While Sokka was puzzling over the unusual emphasis on the word "eat", Jet rubbed his hands together and spoke to the assembled diners. "All right, gang. Let's get on with the show!" He clapped a hand on Sokka's shoulder and smiled.

"Come on, Sokka. I'll show you what to do."

~oOoOo~

Sokka groaned loudly. He was not enjoying this.

After the non-meat breakfast, the whole group had descended to the forest floor and walked a little ways toward the outskirts of the nearby village. There they had found two large wagons filled to the maximum with crates of all sizes.

For the last forty-five minutes, all they had done was unload the wagons and haul the crates a couple of feet away to hide them in the bushes. It was strenuous work, and the cargo stank of saltwater and seaweed.

Sokka was currently trying to move one of the bigger crates into the bushes, and it wasn't working so well. Puffing, he leaned up against his burden, moaning and wiping the sweat of off his forehead.

"Keep at it, Sokka." Said Jet, passing by with a crate no bigger than a jewelry box in his own hands. Sokka glared.

"Why am I the only person you woke up for this?" He whined, "What about Aang? Why didn't you make him get up?"

"Because you're the one who's so strong." Said Smellerbee sarcastically.

"And what's in these things, anyway?" He said, knocking on his unbearably heavy crate. "They're like, fifty pounds! And they stink!"

"Just keep hauling!" Smellerbee snapped.

Sokka sulked, muttering to himself.

Fifteen minutes afterward he was back in the trees, making his way toward where he'd woken up an hour earlier. He was rubbing his now sore back, ranting to himself about meatless breakfasts, smelly crates and how dumb the name Smellerbee was.

Suddenly he became aware that somebody was watching him, and spun around to see Spry grinning at him from her place against a tree.

"Hi." She said.

"AAAH!" Sokka screamed and leapt about a foot back. "Stay back!" He shrieked, "I've already had enough weirdness today!"

"Chillax, Sokka. I'm only here to TORTURE YOU! MWAHAHA!"

He squealed and cowered like a two-year-old afraid of his closet. Wait a minute- I'm still afraid of my closet! o.O

"Sokka? Spry? What are you guys doing?"

Spry had a pen pointed at Sokka's throat, and he was whimpering whilst trying to hide behind his arms. They both paused and looked up as Katara came toward them with bewilderment written all over her face. "What are you guys doing?"

"We're..um.." Spry said the third thing that popped into her head (the first two being entirely incoherent). "We're rehearsing for a play! DANCE, CARNIVORE!"

She began stabbing at his legs with the pen, laughing maniacally.

"Stop that!" Katara ordered, snatching the pen out of the crazy girl's hand. She made a grab for it, but Katara moved it out of her reach.

"Where were you two? Sokka, I haven't seen you all morning!"

Sokka crossed his arms and glared. "Jet made me help with his dirty work. We were moving giant crates around all morning. I don't know if it was stolen cargo or what, but something about it seems really fishy to me."

A light bulb went on over his head.

"That's it!" He cried, and turned to run back in the direction from whence he came. "just you wait!" He called over his shoulder, "I'll show you about Jet!"

"Sokka, wait!" Katara shouted after him. "Sokka! Where are you going?" She sighed and shook her head. "'Show me about Jet'... Come on, let's go find Aang."

She turned and found that Spry was staring at her with an odd expression.

"What?" Katara asked.

"YAAAH!" Spry tackled her in an attempt to retrieve her beloved pen.

~oOoOo~

Sokka was absent for the rest of the day.

Katara was starting to get worried when he didn't show up for lunch either.

She, Spry and Aang were all sitting around right after the noonday meal, and Katara had just voiced her thoughts about going to go look for her moronic brother.

"Relax, Katara," said Aang, feeding Momo another leeching nut, "Sokka's probably just out making friends."

Spry mumbled something about purple dishwashers eating bananas which Katara wisely chose to ignore.

She shook her head. "No, I don't thinks so. He said something about 'showing me about Jet'. That was two hours ago. I really should go look for him." She concluded, standing up.

Spry gasped randomly. "Oh my fruitcake blueberry sandwich! Maybe the monkeys got him!"

"What is it with you and monkeys anyway, Spry?" Said Aang, "Back at the air nomads' temple, we-"

"Shh!" Katara said suddenly, "Do you guys here that?"

Everyone strained their ears to listen. From somewhere nearby there came a wet, sloshy squelching noise. The sound came closer and closer until, from around the corner-

"Sokka!" Katara cried. She ran to hug him, but stopped midway. "Um, why are you all wet?"

Sokka was dripping from head to foot. His clothes were completely soaked, and as he came closer, that sloshy squelchy noise came from his water-clogged boots. An unholy smell wafted from him to the rest of the group, making them all clap a hand over their noses.

"Sokka, where did you go? You stink!" Said Aang, placing a hand over Momo's nose, too.

"Stink like a fox!" Said Sokka, turning to point a triumphant finger in Katara's face. "Your boyfriend's keeping fish in those crates! Fish! What do you think of him now, huh?"

Katara looked flabbergasted. "Sokka, you're not making any sense!"

"Ha! I knew he was hiding something! I thought the whole thing smelled fishy- literally! So I went back to the crates- except I got lost, and it was hard to find them since we put them in the bushes- and then I busted one open, and a huge squid-turtle came out!"

Aang raised an eyebrow. "Aren't those endangered?"

"It doesn't matter! The point is, now you know the truth about Jet!" He stood there, panting and dripping, until Katara spoke up.

"What do you mean 'the truth about Jet'? That he has fish in a crate? Sokka, you realize this isn't valid incriminating evidence, right?"

Sokka's triumphant expression was replaced by a scowl. "Oh, I see how it is. Still in denial, are you? Fine. You'll see. You'll all see!"

With that, he squelched off in another direction.

"Oh, no." Katara groaned, "What do you think he'll do next?"

"I don't know, Katara. I'm pretty sure he's lost it. Spry, what do you think?"

They both turned to see that Spry had passed out from fish smell. She does that.

I'm still deciding whether or not I want to make this chapter longer or the next chapter shorter. Ah, well, I'm sure I'll figure it out.

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