"For; saving; Anko; by; defeating; Orochimaru; and; for; killing; that; hentai; Shino; we; award; you; the; greatest; honor; Konoha; has; to; give;: the; Medal; of; Ninja; Heroism," the Third Hokage said. Jon bowed as Anko placed the medal around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek. She was super blushing.

"Thanks again for saving me, Jon-san," Anko said.

"No prob, babe," Jon said, grabbing her and tilting her hard, then planting a kiss on her lips.

"Jon-san, we can't..."

"I know, babe, I know, but this is a time for celebration, so lets forget all that and party!"

"Yes; Jon-kun; you; are; right," the Third said. "But; first; I; would; like; to; announce; that; I; am; stepping; down; as; Hokage; and; putting; your; name; forward; as; replacement. You; will; become; the; youngest; Hokage; ever," he added.

"Woah, oh my Gosh," Jon said, flustering. "I can't accept that. That is way too much," he added modestly.

"I'm; way; too; old; and; should; have; retired; some; time; ago. Though; I; be; the; strongest; Konoha; ninja; and; don't; tell; this; to; anyone; I have; a; weak; hip; so; rain; and; water; jutsu; really; sucks; on; it."

"Still, may I make a request?" Jon asked.

"And; what; may; that; be?" retorted the Third, wisely. He then lit up a couple cigarettes and offered one to Jon.

"Uh, I'm only a kid, dude," Jon said, shaking his head.

"Right; right; I; forgot. You; sure; though? They're; menthol."

"Yeah, ouji-sama. I'm sure."

"Anyways; what; is; it?"

"I think we should have an election open to the public. Let's make Konoha a true democracy!" Everyone gasped, except Jon and the Third.

"I; was; right; about; you," the Third said, smiling like an old man. "You; truly; are; a; special; dude."

For a while, Jon was running unopposed, so he didn't bother revealing his platform. But then one day a mysterious dude in a black cloak with red clouds appeared and declared he was going to run for President of Konoha!

Jon called him out though, cause a dude who would be Konoha's president had to reveal himself to the people. Everyone thought this was a wise thing to say so they took out their notepads and made it a law.

The man in the dress said, "Okay, I guess that is fine then," and unhid his face from underneath his race farmer hat. It was...Itachi!

Everyone gasped, except Sasuke who got wicked mad and tried to kill Itachi, but Itachi was too strong. He kung-fu kicked Sasuke across the tits and she flew into a fire hydrant. When Sasuke didn't turn back into a dude, Itachi was like, "What happened to you, brother? My sharingan says you are Sasuke, but..."

"I'm Magical Girl Sasuke-chan! One of Jon-kun's lovers! He empowered to me the magical power of femininity, friendship, and sunlight sparkle bubbles!"

Itachi's eyes started to bleed.

"The mangekou sharingan?!" Jon gasped, starting to feel very much afraid.

"No. An aneurism," Itachi said. "What you have done to my brother...I'm not sure of, but what he just said was so stupid...I...argh!" And Itachi died. Jon was smart about it, though, so he stole Itachi's eyes and threw them at Sasuke.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sasuke laughed, and laughed. "Finally, my revenge! And ultimate power!"

But Itachi wasn't really dead! It was a shadow clone!

"Fools," Itachi twerked. "Just who do you think I am?"

"Uchiha Itachi," Jon said.

"Y-yes..."

"Anyhow, you can't run for president! You're a terrorist!"

"Hah! That is where you're wrong! I have diplomatic immunity!" Itachi proclaimed.

Everyone gasped.

"Is that true?" Sasuke asked the Third.

"It; is," Third replied.

Sasuke grew really angry, her face fuming and red with steam pouring out of her ears. "When was anyone going to tell me this?"

"I'm; sorry; Sasuke," was the only thing the Third said.

And thus the debates began.

"Itachi Uchiha, how will you improve Konoha?" Kurenai asked. She was wearing a wicked revealing bathing suit cause Konoha had no idea how to run presidential elections so they did it at a beach.

"Uh, well," Itachi began, pulling down some cool sunglasses. "You see, I'm like a genius ninja. Such so that I murdered my entire clan." Dude Sasuke began to cry. "Well, except my little brother. Sorry I forgot about you, bro."

"Uchiha Jon. Same question?"

"Well," Jon began, much more manly than Itachi, "I am running on a clean streets initiative. You see, I've noticed a ton of garbage in the streets, and we don't really seem to have the best trash collection system as it is. In fact, I don't even know how we get by, what with all our packaged goods, plastic, and machinery, yet no dump. In fact, the only time we see anything verging on a realistic way to deal with a society as advanced as ours is in filler, but I don't count that, cause that's stupid. So yeah, I don't even know what the ninja council really gets done. I guess it just plots and schemes and decides who will be attacked and who will be friends? Who makes the day to day decisions that effect the common populace? It's not like we're all ninja and this isn't strictly a farming/military state. So, like, I'm declaring that our town makes more sense, and we'll start by cleaning up the streets!"

"Interesting response, young Jon-kun," Kurenai said. "Just how do you intend to accomplish this?"

"Well, everyone caught polluting will be forced to live in a special section of the town where they will get none of the benefits of our new programs."

"I object!" Itachi yelled. "That is insane!"

"This isn't a courtroom," Kurenai retorted, sexily, shaking her massive breasts in the process. Well, she wasn't shaking them, it was more like the new high def jiggle physics that were.

"Actually," the Third began, "I; think; it; is; just; insane; enough; to; work."

Everyone aside from Itachi clapped, and Jon didn't either, cause he was humble. Kurenai's breasts were glorious.

And thus, Jon was made Hokage. But what of Itachi? Forget about him for a moment. No one really knew what to do with him, anyways.

Anyhow, Jon returned home. There was a package waiting for him and inside were two more orbs and a bunch of cash. "Yes! Hahahaha! Now I have all seven Dragon Balls!"