Emily and Triaxx met back at the podium, both smiling. "Well, good news folks, we have found Jason."

"Bad news..." Emily paused, wincing slightly. "Not too sure if he's there mentally enough to come back tonight. He's suffering from 47 plot bunny bites. Quite frankly, the doctors aren't sure how his head hasn't blown up yet."

"Still, the show must go on, so please welcome to the stage, Monique and FAH3."

As Monique appeared from stage right, FAH3 appeared from stage left. He removed his black fedora and bowed to her before putting his hat back onto his head and joined her at the podium. Both waved to the crowd as they waited for the applause to die down.

"Well, this has been quite an evening so far, hasn't it?" Monique asked her fellow presenter.

"My dear, that would be the understatement of the year." FAH3 said with a brief chuckle.

"Are enjoying yourself so far?" Monique asked.

"Oh, of course. Everyone knows what happens here stays on You Tube." FAH3 said, earning a few more laughs. "At least it's better than my trip to Florida." FAH3 said.

"What was bad about that?"

"I was out on the beach one day, and I was enjoying a nice little breeze. The next thing I know, the wind starts blowing like a fart out of Godzilla's ass. I go flying through the air screaming 'HOLY CRAP!' I look, and all the locals are holding onto palm trees and screaming 'WE LOVE IT HERE!' What a bunch of Dumb Asses." FAH3 said.

"That's not a nice thing to say." Monique said.

"Disney's there, and they canceled Kim Possible." FAH3 said.

"On second thought, you make a very good point." Monique said as the crowd cheered them on.

"Actually, I'm surprised so many people turned up here tonight." FAH3 said.

"They do say third time is a charm."

"You mean there may be a chance Jason isn't going nuts, yanking his hair out, and scheduled to get electro-shock treatments to make him forget this night ever happened?" FAH3 asked.

"Miracles do happen." Monique said, before pausing to consider. "Then again, I could be wrong. Our next award is for Best Drama."

"Ah, one of my favorite categories. Dramas can show us an epic story that can have you hoping the stars will pull through in the end."

"Or they can make your heart break as you watch people you've come to love go through the worst life can offer." Monique finished.

"It's true!" Drakken sobbed as he blew his nose into a napkin, causing Shego to look at him.

"Why are you at my table?" she asked him.

"But trying to write a great drama isn't a simple task. In a lot of ways, trying to come up with a drama of any kind is like drinking a Slurpie." FAH3 said.

Mariko perks up at that comment. "Slurpie?"

"A Slurpie? Boy, how is it like drinking a Slurpie?" Monique asked.

"Think about it. When you start, you're thinking 'This was a good idea. I'm glad I thought of it.' But after a while, it starts going to your head and you're screaming 'Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! WHAT WAS I THINKING? SOMEONE KILL ME, PLEASE!" FAH3 said, getting a few laughs from the crowd, though qtpie is laughing uproariously.

"Boy, you're weird." Monique said.

"Thank you, my dear." FAH3 said, causing Monique to chuckle and roll her eyes.

"Our nominees for Best Drama are,"

A thunderous explosion rocked the whole auditorium, briefly filling with smoke as debris flew in almost every conceivable direction. After the smoke and dust began to clear, everyone looked through the dissipating haze to see a short man wearing a red shirt with his head being covered by a polished metal helmet the doubled as a mask. As two dozen goons began to march in and stand by his side, a very angry scowl was on his face.

"Dementor? Talk about an explosive entrance." Cpneb said as Triaxx rolled his eyes.

"Another deposit down the drain."

"After last year, I thought there would be no more mistakes. Of course, the fault lies with me for thinking such a thing. Especially when such a grand event, like this, is run BY A PAIR OF DUMKOFFS!" the small man shouted with a voice that sounded like it came from an enraged bull.

"What's he mad about this time?" Triaxx moaned as he began to feel the mother of all migraines start to invade his mind.

"Mad? My dear boy, I'm not mad. I AM ENRAGED! How dare you insult me BY NOT SENDING ME AN INVITATION ONCE AGAIN!" the mad scientist screamed.

"Huh? I wasn't the one responsible for the invitations, Jason was. So really, the only one you should be mad at is..."

"SILENCE!" Dementor screamed as his blood began to boil. "Your actions have once again forced my hand. I have no choice but to,"

"YOU!" another voice boomed, causing everyone to look back to the stage. "I remember you!" FAH3 said.

"Who is speaking to me right now?" Dementor asked the lackey to his right.

"My name is not important, short stack. Last year's Fannie Awards. Do giant bees ring a bell?" FAH3 asked the small man.

"Yes I do. If memory serves right, they carried off someone unimportant." Dementor said, still confused at the presenter's actions.

"That was me, dork! Do you know how hard it is to try and break free from a mutated bug?" FAH3 demanded.

"This is boring me. Someone please get rid of him." Dementor said with a dismissive tone.

Before his men could act, another explosion rang out, crumbling part of the ceiling above Dementor and his men. The falling debris fell hard onto several of his men, knocking them unconscious or immobilizing them. Dementor's face contorted with rage as he brushed the ruble off of his clothes.

"WHO DID THAT? I DEMAND TO – Vas ist das?" Dementor asked as he raised a questioning eyebrow as he gazed at the stage. Everyone soon mimicked his expression as they all saw FAH3's fist raised, and glowing with yellow energy.

"There's a reason I like to be the mysterious type. I've always got a few surprises up my sleeve." FAH3 growled as his eyes began to glow with the same yellow energy as he hopped off the stage and made his way toward the super villain.

"I should sue that guy for ripping me off." Shego said as she saw his other hand began to emit the strange energy.

"Shego, I think we're fixing to see a big butt whooping." Ron said as everyone watched the enraged author.

"What are waiting for men? Attack! Men?" Dementor asked, and noticed that his remaining soldiers had run off. "The cowards!" Dementor said, and gulped when he heard a very low, and very angry growl behind him. When he turned, he saw the man towering over him like Batman before he took out a thug.

"Let's dance, twerp!" FAH3 growled as he punched a tightly balled fist into his open palm.

"HELP!" Dementor screamed and ran out the same way he came with FAH3 following close behind.

"Get back here! I didn't say you could leave yet!" FAH3 bellowed as he grabbed the scientist's collar.

Everyone in the audience began to grimmace as the watched the series of hits, kicks, and blows the super villain was receiving. Drakken quickly grabbed a near by and emptied the contents of his stomach. Even Shego cringed a few times at the beating the small man was receiving, and she was a fan of Ultimate Fighter.

"Dude, you just don't hit a guy there! Seriously!" Motor Ed said as a high pitch yelled came from Dementor, followed by several hard kicks.

"HELP ME! HELP ME!" a very battered Dementor screamed as he tried to run back into the auditorium.

A gloved hand quickly caught his foot and sent him landing onto the carpeted ground face first. Dementor's nails dug into the floor as he was being dragged backwards.

"Your is mine, b!" a very angry voice said as the pounding continued.

"That's gonna leave a mark." Ron said as winced at the sight.

"Oh my God, he isn't!" Kim said as she watched the fight in horror.

"Don't worry, Princess. There's no way you can shove that up a,"

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" A very pain filled scream echoed across the auditorium and several city blocks.

"I'll be damned. Looks like you can shove that up there." Shego said, very surprised at what she saw.

People began to scoot out of the way as a very tired, and very exhausted, FAH3 walk back to the stage. With a deep sigh, he used his cloak to wipe the sweat that had gathered on his brow as he stood back at the podium.

"Um, are you okay?" Monique asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine." FAH3 said as he cleared his throat. "The nominees for Best Drama are."

Inside, Looking Out - Charles Gray

Kim sat in the room, waiting as the four members of the parole board went over paperwork and other material. Her prison record, recommendations from the warden, outside requests (quite a number of those), and other material lay over the table.

"So…we are agreed?" One man said, as the others nodded. "Very well, Kimberly Ann Possible!"

"Yes sir?" Kim said.

"We have read the records of your incarceration. It is the unanimous recommendation of this board that you be paroled. The governor has also granted his approval." There was a gasp behind her, her mother, Kim knew. The room seemed to sway as she thought what those words meant. Controlling herself, Kim continued to listen.

"You understand, Miss Possible, that you are on parole— and you must continue to maintain the standards set to you by the Federal Department of Corrections and your assigned parole officer. Failure to do so would result in your being returned to prison."

"I understand." Kim quietly said.

"I know you do." He paused, "Miss Possible. The circumstances regarding your incarceration were unfortunate…and you have worked as hard as possible to continue your life, taking advantage of every opportunity granted you. I believe you will do well." Kim nodded. "If there is nothing else… Miss Possible, I believe you have a family to greet…and leave with." Kim nodded, feeling a strange roaring in her ears. Suddenly, there were cheers behind her, and she was assailed by her brothers, father, and mother.

Just a Dream – MrDrP

Ron was waiting for her in front of the restaurant. He'd never been much of a dresser but it was clear that he was trying this evening: he was wearing a pair of khakis and a blue button-down shirt. Kim was glad she'd dressed up a bit. She was wearing a maroon skirt, black top, and matching black necklace.

"Hi," they said simultaneously.

"Jinx," Kim said. "You owe me a soda."

"Excuse me?" Ron replied.

Kim reddened. "Long story," she said. "I'll explain later."

"Okay," he said as he opened the door.

They entered the eatery, were shown to a booth, and given menus. A few minutes later, they gave their orders and began to snack on some tortilla chips.

"So, you're looking good," Ron asked.

"Thanks," Kim said. "To be honest, I was lucky, all things considered."

Ron nodded, then looked at the chips. Kim also looked at the chips, then at her hands. Idly, she ran her fingers through her hair while Ron fidgeted with his utensils. Finally, Kim spoke, breaking the awkward silence that had descended on them. "This shouldn't be so hard."

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "But, look, Kim. How long has it been? Two, two and a half years?"

"Yeah," Kim said softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. We drifted apart. It happens," he said, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably at it.

"Ron, we didn't drift," Kim said. "I pushed you away. You deserved better than that."

Ron pursed his lips, unsure what to say.

"Don't deny it," Kim said.

Ron's shoulders sagged. "Okay, I won't," he said. "We'd known each since, what, pre-K? I thought that would have counted for something but it didn't count for anything. Watching you hang with other people, not having time for me because I wasn't cool enough, man, that hurt."

Queen's Gambit Accepted – Jeriddian

They took their time now as the board position became harder to remember in their heads. They both heard the rumbling up above and noted the storm clouds again, and there were a couple of flashes of lightning that brought a couple of momentary frowns before they returned their attention to the game. The rain hadn't started yet, and Kevin still figured they would get to her house before it started. Then he could get one of her parents could take him back home. If that option was not available, he was perfectly happy staying around until it stopped raining. Thinking hard on the game, he was nearly oblivious to his surroundings as he concentrated on his next move. He did not notice the noise from down the gravel road until the car coming their way was nearly upon him. It was only when the vehicle swerved and the lights flashed in their faces that he jerked his head up to see the four-wheel drive SUV coming right at them.

Shocked into action, he jumped at Tara and pushed her out of the way as the truck stopped about two inches from where he fell. Both of them were sprayed with gravel by the off road tires squealing to a stop. Angrily, Kevin got up quickly and helped Tara back up, making sure she was all right.

Furious, he yelled at the truck, "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Tara, held on to his arm, a look of concern in her eyes, saying, "Don't push it, Kevin. It's Jason's truck."

He stared at her in surprise, then at the truck, "Oh, God, Now what?"

Tara just looked up with trepidation as the door opened up and Jason stepped out of the driver's seat, a drugged salacious look on his face and smiling like a freak. He held his right hand in a fist as if holding something, but there was nothing visible. He stumbled as he plopped down to the ground, laughing to himself.

"Oh, no... he's drunk again...", muttered Tara as she looked away in disgust.

"Great!", Kevin groaned, irritated at having to deal with this again, "So much for the sobriety."

"Yeah... he thinks it's so cool he can 'hold his liquor'.", she said derisively, "He didn't do it this bad around me when we dated, but I knew. He's pulled some really stupid stuff when he gets this way, and sometimes he can't remember he even did it."

Kevin looked back at Jason, "That's a bad thing."

"Got that right.", she answered.

Jason stepped up, deliberately putting one foot in front of the other trying to walk normally, but it was clear he was having trouble keeping his balance. He came right up to Kevin and stared him down face to face with that silly grin, his pupils dilated. Kevin stood his ground. Jason was bigger than him, but he looked even worse than the last time they met, so he didn't think him much of a threat.

Then he looked at Tara and sputtered, "Hah! And yoush...you...dumped me for this shrimp??"

She just stared at him angrily, arms folded in front of her, "Jason, get back in the truck and go home! You don't need to be out here now in this condition. Go sleep it off!"

He guffawed at her, "Shleep it off? Sh..sure, baby. Jush... come'n home wid me...we'll shleep it off t'gether...", and he snickered.

"You can just shove it, Jason!!", Kevin barked at him, "You are way too polluted, man! You don't even know what you're doing! Just go on home!"

Jason frowned at him, glaring like a loon.

"I jush wanna talk... to her... tha'sh all...I just need..."

"I've got nothing to say to you, Jason!", she retorted angrily, "Especially now when you're this drunk!"

He took a step towards her.

"I's...sorry...look...I jus' gotta know..."

Kevin quickly stepped over and put himself between Jason and his girlfriend.

"I think you better keep your distance, man."

Then he got angry, "Who da hell d'ya think y'are, nerd face? Ya think you can sh..steal my girl, 'n then order me 'round? Screw you!!"

Tara snapped and walked right up to him, 'Okay, that's enough, Jason! Get back in your truck, now!", and she pushed him away.

"Whoa!...", he croaked as he stumbled, then regained his balance. A fury in his eyes abruptly kindled, and he retaliated and pushed her back, hard.

She yelped and sprawled to the ground. Kevin immediately jumped at him and starting pushing Jason away from Tara, yelling at him to stop and get back in his truck. But he couldn't do much against the basketball star's height and size. Jason just backed up a couple of steps each time Kevin straight-armed him, slamming the palms of both hands into his chest repeatedly and shouting at him to leave. Jason just stared in outraged, blinking each time Kevin pushed him back. Then Jason's face twisted angrily and he brought up right hand up. The tire iron he hid along his forearm now whipped out and he lashed down at Kevin.

What She Can't Say – The Wise Duck

Monique now practically fell into Kim, the redheaded teen having to grab her friend and support her as the black girl was breathing so hard from her full-bore sprint that she almost couldn't—but made herself—between bellows—

"—Ron!"

"—Heard about Justine!"

"—But thought it was you!"

"—Ron thinks you're DEAD!"

"WHAT!?" Kim managed in a shocked/appalled/choked scream—

Both Monique's and Rufus's hands went up, back the way they came, pointing up—

"He's gonna try . . . . . . to knock out the field . . . . . . by crashing the Hovership into it!"

'NO!!" screamed them all, Professor Allenford, Wade, Kim's dad, Kim herself louder than everybody else!

"A direct kinetic attack on the device," yelled Professor Allenford, "by something the mass of a Hovership will destroy the device, but without the field being contained, the reaction of the discharge of all of the stored energy within the device—"

"Forget the science!" Kim screamed back at him. "Ron's going to kill himself for NOTHING! WADE!" and she rounded on the youth. "Comm! Radio! Morse Light! Project your hologram or voice or thoughts! ANYTHING! Just get through to him! STOP HIM!"

"Trying Kim!" he barked back as he held the Over-Load up in front of him, pointed at the Hovership, fingers frantically working at the little keyboard—

Then the Hovership leapt up into the air, flapping on its axis's like a demented Frisbee, but managing to go into a ballistic arc, climbing, going over the top (Wade desperately trying to track it), starting to dive down as its fans roared into a full-throated howl!

"Everybody get DOWN!" Professor Allenford bellowed even as he dived under a truck—

Everybody else turned and tried to find a foxhole in the pavement—except a young man taking his last best shot to try and reach his friend—

And a flame-haired beauty whose heart, mind and soul was desperately reaching out across the distance—tying to let her love know—

She actually screamedit at him up in the sky—

"I'M ALIVE RON! DON'T DO THIS! LIVE FOR ME!

But it seemed to be all in vain. For the Hovership was now committed to coming down, through the smoke from the still burning fires—

Kim prayed . . . but knew inside her that it was too—

Then she saw the distinctive blast from the cockpit area, saw the ejection seat launch clear (WADE GOT THROUGH!!), saw the occupant of the seat separate from it, saw the beginnings of the drogue chute start to deploy, saw what she thought (although it had to be impossible through the smoke, at that distance) was a flash of blond hair—

Kim Possible, with her eyes focused on the airborne figure of her love, didn't hear the Hovership's engines suddenly go quiet as it entered the dome of the field, didn't see the Hovership plow into the top of the warehouse—

And she didn't see anything more as her feet were suddenly kicked completely out from under her and down she went like a ton of bricks—

But she didn't even hit the ground before—

The entire world exploded—

Where Eagles Dare – Nutzkie

"Man, that was close." Kim thought to herself.

The preceding exchange had happened so quickly that no one quite knew what to make of it. The radio call, the turn, the missile, looking over their shoulders to see their pursuer swatted from the sky like an uncoordinated June bug: It had all transpired so fast that the events seemed to blur together, morphing into a single, unintelligible occurrence.

It was Anne who finally broke the awkward silence by posing a question that sent everyone's thinking into overdrive.

"Did that voice seem familiar to anyone but me?" she asked in a confused tone.

"Yeeeeah… It kinda did, now that you mention it." Jim responded.

"And for that matter, how did he know my name?" James added.

For several moments, the entire family pondered these points. The sitch had certainly been bizarre enough up until this point, but now it was a bona-fide nine point seven on the weird scale.

Any further ruminations on the topic, however, were pushed aside when Anne Possible's astonished gasp drew everyone's attention upward.

There, just a few feet above them, was their unexpected escort, cruising casually along in an inverted position. The Plexiglas canopies of the two aircraft were mere inches apart, revealing every detail of their respective interiors.

Kim stared intently upward, seeing her own shocked expression reflected in the tinted visor of the pilot's helmet. With every inch of himself covered by clothing and equipment, he appeared to be more machine than man; a faceless, soulless drone that had just saved their hides from oblivion.

She carefully studied the featureless face before her, so strong in her focus that she let out a startled yelp when a small, pink blob fell free and landed on the inside of the canopy with a thump.

"Rufus?" the entire family stammered in unison.

Then, the last thing that any of them had ever expected to see transpired right before their very eyes.

The pilot who now hung suspended above them slowly and deliberately reached up to his concealed face. His every move seemed to play out in a frame-by-frame sequence as he gently pulled the oxygen mask from his cheeks, allowing it to rest loosely underneath his chin. Another sloth-like movement lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a pair of chocolate brown eyes and a faint smattering of freckles.

Kim desperately wanted to scream, but found herself unable to speak, unable to even breathe, her entire body being consumed by a mind-numbing wave of shock. After all of her efforts, after all the countless hours of searching, after all the time she had spent tracking down even the smallest lead, it was Ron who had found her. He was right there, suspended from his harness, just a few feet away.

A quick shove of the stick sent Sky Rat into an aileron roll that brought the sleek fighter into position along side the transport. Finding himself once again in an upright position, Ron waited a moment for the excess blood to drain from his head. Then, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Everybody okay over there?"

There was no reply. The only response he received was a quintet of stunned, wide-eyed stares. The family was clearly having trouble believing what they were seeing, and to be honest, at this moment he found it hard to blame them. He was finding it difficult to believe himself, after all. Up until this point, he had only heard the voice of Kim's father. Never in a million years would he have expected to find the entire family onboard what appeared to be the Middleton Space Center's newest toy.

"Uhhhh, I said hell-looooooo…" he prodded, trying to provoke some sort of a response.

"Rrr… Ro… Ron?" Kim finally managed to stammer, her mind not yet willing to believe what her eyes were seeing. Ron was seated in what she could only describe as the most menacing-looking aircraft she had ever seen, with a pair of blood-red tails and a large shark's mouth painted on its nose. Ron himself was wearing all the gear of a combat pilot, complete with a helmet that was painted in a stylized version of the mad dog mask he wore during his time on the school cheer squad. Insignia patches on his shoulder indicated membership in some sort of combat unit, although from this distance she couldn't make out anything specific.

"You all right, KP?" Ron asked again, a twinge of concern evident in his voice.

"Ron? But… how… I mean… what… wha… WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!!" she suddenly shouted, startling everyone sitting within earshot.

"DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT I'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH THESE LAST MONTHS? YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK! I'VE PRACTICALLY BEEN TEARING MY HAIR OUT LOOKING FOR YOU! AND ALL OF IT JUST SO YOU COULD RUN OFF AND PRETEND YOU'RE TOM CRUISE OR SOMETHING? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!"

"I… I was just try… trying to improve myself." Ron stuttered, thoroughly stunned by Kim's explosive reaction. "I wanted to… make you proud of me."

"OH, I SEE! SO THIS WAS JUST ANOTHER PATHETIC ATTEMPT TO JOIN THE FOOTBALL TEAM, WAS IT? FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD, RON! WHAT PART OF 'I LOVE YOU' CAN'T YOU GET THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! I DON'T WANT A FOOTBALL STAR OR A FIGHTER JOCK! I WANT YOU!"

"I… I just thought that…"

"NO, YOU WEREN'T THINKING, WERE YOU? GOD RON, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE PUT ME THROUGH! ALL THESE WEEKS OF NOT KNOWING WHERE YOU WERE, OR WHETHER YOU WERE OKAY! NOT EVEN KNOWING IF YOU WERE ALIVE OR… OR… or…"

Her voice suddenly trailed off, unable to complete that final sentence. The emotional baggage that she had been carrying throughout her entire ordeal was finally proving too great a load to bear.

Ron could only sit in stunned silence. Kim's reaction was something that he had been completely unprepared for. Sure, he had expected her to miss him while he was gone, and maybe even be a little tweaked that he had run off the way that he had. But never… never in a million years… would he have ever expected her to simply go to pieces in the way that she had. Her response to his sudden absence exceeded anything that he would have ever anticipated, and he suddenly began to suspect that their relationship meant far more to her then he had ever thought before.

Deeply moved by the sight of his lifelong friend in tears, he softly said the only thing that he could think of in this sitch:

"I'm here now."

Kim's entire body shuddered as she buried her face into her hands and heaved a violent sob. Ron was right, after all: He was here. Her agonizing ordeal was finally over, and with that, she could let everything go. All of the fear, the frustration, the anguish and loneliness: She could let it all go now. Ron was back by her side once again, and all was well with the world because of it. She wasn't alone anymore.

"And the winner is... TIE - Inside, Looking Out - Charles Gray and What She Can't Say – The Wise Duck

Prior Incidents of Barkin in his Military Reserve Uniform and Duff Killigan in formal Highland dress battling out over who would be the one to present winner Wise Duck. Killigan wins and—

Duff Killigan steps out onto the stage, head high, eyes focused on the far back wall. Under his left arm is a set of bagpipes. He steps to the edge of the stage and says, "Lawrds in Laadies, Lassies an' Laddies, tha' winner piped in with-tha' tradional sal-lute, 'Highland Laddie'."

As Duff inflates the pipes and the chanters start, the back curtain opens—

With the first note, out steps a wizened figure. A duck of age with feathers gray. His web feet are covered with white spats with black buttons, a Clan Gordon Regimental kilt with military sporran is wrapped around his waist, held up by a plain belt on which a holstered long-barreled .357 Magnum revolver rode on one hip. A WWII era 'Ike' jacket, service and campaign ribbons from Vietnam backwards . . . some very far backwards (including one that said something very much like 'BATTLEOFHELMSDEEP') along with many prestigious medals (among them the 'TUTU' (Totally Useless Trivia Unlimited) and the coveted 'ISBOJ'(I Should 'a Been On Jeopardy)) cover one entire breast of the jacket. A gray mustache and pince-nez glasses sit on the top lip of his yellowed bill. A Teddy Roosevelt 'Rough Riders' hat was perched on the head, multiple organizational badges and several metal buttons (proclaiming things like 'I survived Fantasyland' and "Have you hugged your Treecat today?') prominently displayed.

The duck stopped at a position of attention at center stage, waiting for Killigan to cease. When the skirl of the pipes finally filtered away into the silence of the hall, the duck spoke.

"Now . . . what I want you to remember is . . . that no duck ever won an award for drama . . . by writing about naked mole rats having a candlelight dinner with a hairless cat. He won it . . . by taking all the complex, multifaceted carefully crafted and created characters that we have the honor . . . and the privilege to write about . . . and placing them in situations where their qualities and characters are allowed to SHINE!

Limp, lifeless writing is the ENEMY! WADE into them, spill their inkjet cartridges, metaphorically shoot them in the keyboard. When you put you hand into a pile of goo, that a moment before was your best friends Naco . . . you'll know what to do."

Hope and Marcella, seeing him becoming severely flustered, make their way up to him and try to calm him down.

"I . . . got hot in here didn't it heh . . . um, I really do not brunette . . . I mean . . . believe that I am deserving of such a Hope . . . I mean an honor . . . considering the talent of those Marcella . . . I mean marvelous writers who were nominated along side of me. It is a singular privilege to be placed between two such . . . I mean to be placed among such outstanding conveyers of all that drama is, love, pain, fear, hope . . . yes I meant that kind of hope, all the emotions and situations that make drama such a driving force in our world."

"I will remain—as always—your faithful and devoted servant—"

As Wise Duck finishes off, all eyes turn to a pair of very familiar faces approaching the stage. Ron Stoppable leans forward to speak into the microphone as his girlfriend Kim stands by his side, clearly unhappy. "Umm, hey folks. Charles Gray couldn't be here, but he asked us to accept this for him."

"And in the category of "Little Sadistic TOAD." we have Charles Gray, who has managed to bury me, get me hooked on drugs, throw me in prison, make me a wanted drug deal and exotic dancer, and give me incurable cancer."
"Psst-Kim!"
"What Ron?"
"That last he didn't do."
"Right. that's right. That'd be too easy, well I'm-"
"Kp?"
"WHAT!!"
"Remember he's also vengeful and petty. Do you really want to keep talking like this?"

"KP?"
"Ahem. Er... as I was saying, this Shakespeare, this Milton, this writer for the ages whose every word is as precious gold..."
"Wow. I guess even Kim knows when to butter up someone..."

Triaxx and Emily return to the stage chuckling softly. "Well folks, we have our first tie of the night. What do you think the chances are of anouther?"

"Not sure, but Jason mentioned to me that the voting was pretty close. You have to think the chances would be pretty good."

"Well then, I guess we should go ahead then and see who else can take home a trophy tonight, as we catch our next performer Taylor Swift with Teardrops On My Guitar."

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see

That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about

And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny

That I can't even see anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,

I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?

And there he goes, so perfectly,

The kind of flawless I wish I could be

She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love

these lyrics are found on

Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light

I'll put his picture down and maybe

Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

He's the time taken up, but there's never enough

And he's all that I need to fall into..

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.