AN: Yes, I have gotten some show requests! Dark Pit and I will happily fulfill them one episode or another.

Dark Pit: …Happily?

Yep! You absolutely loooove doing the show, and will haaaappily take requests! Right?

Dark Pit: …

Rude. Don't worry guys! He'll do 'em or I'll tickle him.

Dark Pit: Wait, what? I never had any doubt! Of course I'll do them!

"Do you guys have anything to eat?" Pit was reclining back in a chair backstage. The show hadn't quite started yet. "I'm starving!"

"Go order fast food or something," Dark Pit grumbled.

Pit blushed. "Well, ever since we interviewed the Hewdraw...I've kinda been self-conscious about what I eat." The two angels had a flashback to the interview gone wrong.

"But the food's always covered in grease..." Middle Hewdraw head had stated.

"I knew you guys like fast food!" the right head howled. "Fatties!"

"You just called yourself fat!" the other two heads yelled at it.

Dark Pit sighed. "Pit's self-conscious about food? What has this world come to?"

Something occurred to Pit. "Hey, remember when we were first setting up? We never bought that mini refrigerator!"

The doppelgänger sweatdropped and turned away. "I don't know what you're talking about. Besides, last episode I'm pretty sure Shadmé brought in groceries. Ask her about it."

"Okay!" Pit attempted to scramble out of the chair and ended up falling on the floor. "Pittoo...I can't go on...need...food..." He stretched out an arm dramatically.

Dark Pit facepalmed. "Just for that, I'm not helping you."

"My ghoooost will come to hauunt youuu..." Pit groaned, trying to freak out his doppelgänger. Now more annoyed, Dark Pit moved to leave and ran into Shadmé, who was coming out. "Now what?"

"Hey Shadmé!" Pit looked up from his position sprawled out on the floor. "Do you have food?"

"Eheh..." She rubbed the back of her head. "What do you mean?" "Your bag of groceries."

All three simultaneously experienced a flashback of the flashback. Flashbackception?

Pit pulled out his Palutena Bow. "It's ON!" At that moment, Shadmé appeared with the key and a bag of groceries.

"Guys, what..."

The two angels had swiftly stood up and glared at each other, bows drawn.

"So there!" Pit said smugly.

Shadmé sighed. "Where are your powers to alter past events when you need 'em..?"

"That's beside the point. Where's the food?" Dark Pit looked around.

Shadmé played another flashback, in which Dark Pit was attacking crates to get to Pit in the last episode. One of the crates he broke held...

"WHY would you put the groceries in a crate?" Dark Pit wondered.

"WHY would you attack them?" Pit returned.

"Guys, chill." Shadmé put her hands up. "I know just what to do!"

A little while later...

"Welcome to the Dark Pit show." A grumpy-looking dark angel walked onto the stage wearing a floppy chef's hat and an apron. Pit laughed, and Dark Pit proceeded to take the hat off and throw it at him.

"Today, I will be attempting to cook something. Our featured guest is Shadmé!" She walked onto the stage, a bag of stuff in her arm. She set it down on a table and looked up brightly.

"Hello! Today Dark Pit and I will be making pizza."

"Hooray!" Pit cheered.

"We start by preheating the oven-"

"We don't have an oven," Dark Pit muttered.

Shadmé cocked her head, and then walked to one of the crates that wasn't damaged. She opened it and pulled out an oven.

"Wha..." Pit gasped. Shadmé attempted to drag the device over to the wall to plug it in, and Dark Pit went over to help her.

"And why is there an oven there?" Dark Pit asked through gritted teeth.

"Thought I'd need it." She shrugged. "Doesn't everyone carry an oven around with them in case of emergency?"

"No, Shadmé, they don't," Dark Pit grumbled.

Once making sure everything was situated, she turned to the dark angel. "Now preheat the oven to 400°F."

After looking it over a few minutes, he adjusted the dial to 399. "What now?"

"Stop fooling around."

"You're one to talk," said Dark Pit. To please her, he added the extra degree.

"Okay..." Shadmé grabbed a baking pan, some foil, and a wrapped pizza crust. "We unwrap the pizza crust and put it on the foiled pan."

The two did just that, and then Shadmé brushed some olive oil over the top, "for good luck."

"Ooh! I know what comes next!" Pit announced excitedly. "Pizza sauce!"

"Right," answered Shadmé. Because trying to open a jar is annoying and boring, Dark Pit tried a different method.

Delicately, he placed the jar sideways on the crust. "HII-YAHH!" he yelled, bringing his bow above his head and slamming it onto the jar like a knife. It worked, but glass went everywhere.

Shadmé sighed. "And what did that accomplish?" Dark Pit knocked the glass onto the floor like one would brush away crumbs. "Drama," he smirked.

"Riiight...anyhow, to the cheese!" She pulled out a couple chunks of it. "Mozzarella, cheddar...that kind of stuff."

"Mmm. Who's gonna cut it?" Pit burst into laughter after asking, and the others groaned. "Dark Pit can..." Shadmé gulped, "can cut the cheese."

She rushed off to find something to do while Dark Pit turned a shade of red from anger. Pit started laughing again. "I SWISS you good luck on that!" he giggled.

Dark Pit growled. "GOUDA try."

"You CHEDDAR not be lying!" the light angel chuckled.

"You MOZZarella be joking," Dark Pit groaned.

"Just cut it already!" Shadmé muttered, causing the camera-angel to laugh again. Dark Pit ignored him and did as he was told. Soon the cheese was sliced and sprinkled all over the sauce. The two stepped back to admire their work.

"And somehow this lovely thing was created, amongst the oven trolling and cheese puns," Shadmé remarked. "Yeah," Dark Pit sighed. "We're running out of time, though." He turned to the audience. "Part Two will be out shortly, so stay tuned."

AN: Dark Pit: A two-parter? How often do we do that?

The readers should be excited! This is pretty much a double update! Anyhow, don't forget to review!