AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! I may be taking a little break, not a long one though, I can assure you. I've got some loose ends to tie up in a couple different areas concerning school, writing, and elsewhere. To give you a little perspective, I plan on finishing up by early-mid June, then taking summer off for my big stories. Maybe I'll do a side story or something, I don't know. I want to spend summer planning for my next step in fanfiction. That's my game plan, and for those who care, I have most of the series outlined to some extent. This is a loose outline, being that most of my chapters are written in a matter of two or three days, then edited and published as soon as I finish. But yeah, I think I'm doing okay, but tell me what you think! Remember to Read, Review, and most importantly, Enjoy!

"Hey Fi, where do we go next?"

"Master Groose, that line is so overused any initial joke it had has been completely eradicated."

"What does eradicated mean?"

"Just go back to being heroic."

Groose and Fi approached the surface below. They flew alone, as Link and Zelda had gone back to Skyloft to check in on everyone.

"Funny thing is," Groose said, "Zelda's dad wanted me to find her, and we've had her for like, what, five whole chapters?"

"I don't know. A chapter is not an acceptable measure of time."

"Yeah, whatever. Oh, and also, did you see my cool saving of the world back there?"

"Yes I did, Master Groose."

"Yay! So where do we go next?"

Fi sighed. "Lanayru."

"Which one was that?" Groose asked.

"The one with the sand."

"The one with the… the… pirates?" Groose said in a hushed voice.

"Yes." Fi reluctantly replied.

Groose's face turned white, and his bird began spiraling out of control down to the surface. Fi, left floating in the air, descended down towards the sandy region beneath them.

Groose landed pompadour-first in the sand, the fall not killing him. He sat up, and grabbed his sword. He was definitely on the defense here, and he wanted nothing to do with any pirates.

"Hello there… traveler."

"Holy shit!" Groose screamed, aiming his sword at his unknown encounter. It was a large yellow dragon, coughing and wheezing.

"Don't you dare hurt him, you idiot!" Fi said, descending to the desert. She touched down, then turned to the dragon. "Mr. Thunder Dragon, what appears to be the problem?"

"A very… flamboyant man just injured me… I fear I don't have long…"

"But we need the song!" Groose whined.

"Does it look like I can sing, asshole?"

Fi interrupted the little spat. "Well, how do you propose we get the song?"

"I don't know, I'm dying, too bad, bye." And with that, the Thunder Dragon died unclimatically.

"Well great, now what?" Fi said.

"That's it, game over!" Groose cried in despair. He pounded on the ground.

Fi began thinking. This was not going to fare well. She knew that the Goddesses had intended for them to finish, and this wasn't normal. Perhaps that flamboyant bastard had gotten wiser. Well, there had to be a way around this. Fi looked around. The only thing noticeable was the blue time shift stone, gleaming from the ground. Then, Fi got an idea. Time shift…

"Groose! We're going to Faron!"

"Why?"

"Because we can still win."

"So this is it?"

"Yes."

Groose stood at the Gate of Time. This took them to only two places; now, and some random time in the past.

"So how does this help us?"

Fi walked around to the back, and began randomly pressing into the giant spinning gear. A type of interface appeared, and Fi calculated the approximate time of where, or rather when, they needed to go.

"It can do that?"

"Well yeah. Time travel isn't limited to certain amounts of time. Does this look like Ocarina of Time to you?"

"What?"

"No matter, just get in."

Groose stepped in as he was told. In a rush of swirly, spinny time, he was positioned back where he was roughly two minutes ago. He stood behind a pillar to observe the temple, and Fi joined him. Groose walked in, and Fi also did. That's right, you just read that. There are now two Fis and two Grooses in this story. Shit's getting crazy. Fi muttered, "I seem to have made a miscalibration…"

"Fi, what the hell am I looking at? When does this happen in the story?"

"Now. You're looking at now, Groose. Everything that happens now, is happening now."

"What happened to then?"

"We passed then."

"When?"

"Just now. We're at now now."

"Go back to then."

"When?"

"Now!"

"Now?"

"Now!"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"We missed it."

"When?"

"Just now."

Groose, obviously frustrated, interrogated further through his companion's shenanigans. "When will then be now?"

"Soon."

"How soon?"

Fi, seizing the opportunity, dashed behind the gear while the other duo was preoccupied in previous activities. Fi fiddled with the controls, and Groose followed her over. Finally, it appeared Fi was done, and she yanked Groose into the Gate of Time with her using her non-existent arms. Then, they were back even farther.

Groose lay on the ground, his mind trying to comprehend everything. "So wait. There's more than one of us now?"

"I don't know how time travel works."

"Then why are you messing around with it?"

"The hell if I know, let's go. We need to get to Lanayru."

"Well how the hell are we gonna get there, Fi?" Groose pondered out loud.

"With the birds maybe?" Fi said, confidently.

Groose whistled, but got no reply. "See, the other us is probably flying right now, stupid."

Fi realized her error. "Shit, we gotta go back! Agh! I hate time travel!" Fi began to freak out.

"Wait Fi! We're not cavemen!" Groose walked over to convenient pile of wooden scraps. "We have technology." He began picking up shards of wood and beating the ground in an attempt to propel himself to Lanayru.

"Ugh, not even the SpongeBob reference is going to help us!"

After much more pandemonium, Groose had an idea. It would take some time, but they seemed to have all the time in the world.

"I'm done Fi!" Groose said proudly. The Groosenator 2 rolled out from behind the temple.

"Damn Groose, you are good at making these! How do you do that?"

"That doesn't matter." Groose said, hopping in the Groosenator 2. "We need to get going, right?"

"Oh, yeah." said the sidetracked Fi. She faded into the Master Sword. "Let's go."

"Preparing for launch! Three! Two! Uh… that one number that comes after two… you know, uh, which one was it…" Groose thought aloud as Fi reached out her… thing to pull the lever.

"Alright you scaly bastard, here you go!" Ghirahim said, stabbing the Thunder Dragon in the chest. He cried out in agony, but couldn't help but notice the pompadoured man flying through the air, headed straight for him.

"Fi, we're coming in too hot!" Groose screamed, as they crash landed. Ghirahim lay crushed underneath Groose. Groose picked himself up, and brushed himself off.

"Now can we learn the song, Mr. Thunder Dragon?"

"Wait, what are you… talking about?" He wheezed. "I can't sing. I need a fruit to cure me."

Groose looked down. "I have one right here."

"No you insensitive ass, not that kind of fruit!" the Dragon said as he lurched in pain.

"Oh. Well then what?"

"I need… the fruit from the tree… over there." He gestured towards the sandy remains of nothing.

"Well screw that, let's just time travel again."

Groose and Fi flew through the air again, leaving a perfectly good Groosenator behind for the next Groose and Fi. They neared their destination, getting a glimpse of a scene already played out.

"Alright you scaly bastard, he-" Ghirahim said, choking on the last word as he was crushed again by Groose. Well, not really again, but hey, time travel. Soon after, another Groose crash landed on that Groose. The Thunder Dragon finally spoke up, after witnessing this atrocity of general logic.

"Alright, uh, you can just have the song. Either one of you." The current Groose looked at the other, and pushed him over.

"Give it to me."

"Okay." The Thunder Dragon sang, and Groose learned. He now had all four parts of the song, so now he could complete another menial task.

Groose and Fi waved goodbye, and flew back up to the sky. Groose asked his companion, "Hey Fi? Is it okay leaving all those other duplicates down there? What's going to happen?"

Fi responded. "Pff… I'll be damned if I know. Time is just a big ball of wibbly wobbly... timey wimey... stuff. I don't know what's going to happen."