Wow, it has been a long time since I've written anything Bleach-y... Writers block was one problem, and I've just been having trouble coming up with Bleach-related ideas. But now I've conquered my Writer's Block, with the help of a few good comedic tales and fics. So yeah...

On a related note, I'll be writing a sequal to "Insanity in the Soul Society" soon, as well as reviving one of my "dead" Bleach fics. I've just got to finish my fangirl story first, though. Check that out in the meantime, too. It has Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, and a bunch of other guys from other animes trapped in a cabin surrounded by fangirls! Its a big hit, too...

Ahem, right... Back to the story that you've all been dying for me to continue writing. Right?

Bucket Hat And Furbie Madness

Urahara Kisuke was bored. Business today was slow, and he'd read the same magazine twice already. So the moment the bell over the entrance jingled, he jumped over the counter to greet his newest customer. "WELCOME, SIR OR MADAME!!! MAY I INTEREST YOU IN- woah..." Urahara stopped dead in his tracks when he realized that it wasn't a normal human customer. "Well now, I don't think I've seen you before..."

The man standing in the doorway shrugged. "I'm new in town..." He was wearing a black outfit, bullet proof vest, yatta yatta yatta, you know the drill! Its Agent HUNK, of course!

"Really?" Urahara surveyed the bizarrely dressed man in front of him from beneath his bucket hat. He scratched the stubble on his chin as he mused on this strange turn of events. "So who are you, and what are you?"

"Beg pardon?" the man cocked his head to the side. The gas mask and helmet he had on exhadurated the gesture.

"What's your name, and are you a human, Shinigami, or something else?" Urahara narrowed his shadow-covered eyes.

"Agent HUNK, and I'm an Author..." the man replied with a humble bow. "I just came in for a bit of business."

"Oh, well why didn't you say so!?" Urahara exclaimed. If this had been a cartoon, his eyes would have turned into dollar signs or something like that. "Please, look around the store!" Urahara exclaimed happily as he skipped- yes, that's right, he skipped- back behind the counter and propped his elbows up on the register. "See anything you like?"

"Why yes, I do!" Agent HUNK replied cheerfully. He suddenly pointed directly at Urahara and stated bluntly: "That."

"Um, what?" Urahara stood up, slightly confused. "Are you referring to me?"

"Ew, no!" Agent HUNK shook his head. "Your hat!"

"My hat?" Urahara looked up at his bucket hat. "I'm sorry, its not for sale..."

"I've got cash..." Agent HUNK suddenly whipped a huge handfull of money out from behind his back.

Urahara stared at the money, his mouth watering at the sight of all the paper bills. But he finally shook his head and stomped his foot in defiance. "No, my hat is not for sale."

"Hmmm..." the strange man sighed sadly. He then held up a bag of junk and asked, "Do you barter?"

"Depends..." Urahara looked down at the bag. "What are you trading?"

"Old weapons..." the Kevlar-clad man pulled out a rusted crowbar and threw it over his shoulder. "Items of monetary value..." he muttered, throwing a handful of diamonds and jewelry out. "Stuffed animals..." he pulled out a stuffed lion plushie.

"HELP ME!!!" he plushie suddenly began to flail its arms and try to break free. "HELP ME, PLEASE!!! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!!"

"Shut up!" Agent HUNK hissed as he shoved Kon back into the bag.

"I'll pretend I didn't see that..." Urahara muttered.

"Wait, where did this come from?" Agent HUNK suddenly pulled a black-and-white Furbie out of the bag.

"I love youuuu!" it crooned playfully.

--------27 SECONDS LATER-----------

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" Agent HUNK had never run so fast in his life.

"KILL IT!!!" Urahara screamed insanely as he swung his Zanpakto wildly. "KILL IT, KILL IT, KILLLLLLLLL IT!!!"

"I JUST WANTED THE HAT, MAN!!!" Agent HUNK sobbed as he litterally dodged traffic while Urahara chased him through the streets of the busy city.

"KILL THE DEMON!!! KILL IT, BENEHIME!!!" he screamed, swinging his Zanpakto within centimeters of the fleeing Author.

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!" Agent HUNK exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Ichigo and Rukia stood dumbfounded on the side of the street, shocked by what they'd just seen. "Okay..." Ichigo held up a finger, as if trying to point out something. "I would just like to say... that I did not see that coming when we stuffed that Furbie into his bag when he walked past us earlier..."

"Not our fault..." Rukia shrugged as she walked away, calmly sipping on a juice box.

"If he ever finds out we did it, though, we're dead..." Ichigo sighed.

"You're dead..." she corrected. "I'll break his legs if he tries anything on me..."

"Hah!" Ichigo scoffed. "You couldn't break-"

WHAM!!!

"WHAT THE CRAP?!" Ichigo screamed as he dropped to the ground and grabbed his right knee.

"You were saying?" Rukia tossed a broken clipboard over her shoulder.

"WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?!" Ichigo exclaimed in shock and agony.

"I stole it from Agent HUNK..." she shrugged. "Juice?" she offered him a juice box.

"No thanks..." Ichigo grumbled, holding his knee and trying to keep from crying. "A vacation would be nice though..."

"I'll see what I can do..." she smirked.

Wow, that was crazy. I'm just trying to break my Writer's Block for sure, so forgive me if that chapter sucked horribly.

Review, please! Although, I won't blame you if you don't, as this chapter SUCKED compared to the others...