So, turns out the weekend wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be on time, so here ya go! Also, no funny ideas for the reviews this time, so...

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[TrueNight1025]: Love, love, LOOOOVE! Keep up the comedic work and Happy 18th! P.S. Long live Canadians! Long live Canadians!

Thank ya kindly. I kinda love how I made that joke about the penny, considering the American Penny is in the same boat. The difference is America's still wasting money on 'em. X(

[ryo tadagachi]: Heh... Still funny... And I gotta hand it to ya, kronic... Your making me want to create an oc or two first a story like this... Keep up the good work!

Thank ya. Let me know if ya do, there's always openings, especially since the characters seem to constantly hurt one another.

Whose Line is it Anyways – Reset the World

Show 2 – Part 2

"Good evening everybody, welcome to Whose Line is it Anyways, show where everything's made up and the points don't matter! Yep, the points are useless, just like saying you found a lost item in the last place you looked." Kronic said as the cameras started rolling.

"Hey Amy, did you find your keys?" Lyle asked, smirking.

"Yeah, but I'm still looking for 'em." Amy said, chuckling slightly.

"Anyways, onto a game called Improbable Mission, this is for Lyle, Shadow, and Starr. What happens here is that Lyle and Starr are two secret agents performing a mundane, everyday activity. Their instructions will be given by Shadow, and the task they will be tackling today is doing the laundry. So, take it away!"

"We got another tape in the mail..." Starr said to Lyle, holding up a package.

"I thought we were out of the spy business." Lyle said, downtrodden.

"Not as long as we're still getting tapes in the mail. Which reminds me, isn't the idea to blend in?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Why send us tapes, then? We have to be some of the only people in this city to have a tape player, don't you think that raises suspicion?"

"It's because we're one of the few who still have one! Our instructions could be intercepted, now play the damn thing!" Lyle said, Starr shrugging and hitting the play button on the player.

"Please insert a tape." Shadow said.

"Oops." Starr said, going through the motions of ripping the package, grabbing the tape, putting in, closing the player, and pressing play. "Happy now?!"

"Why yes, I'm very happy. How are you, agents?"

"Meh, allergies have me feeling like crap." Lyle said, shrugging.

"Pollen is killer this year, isn't it? Anyways, on to your mission. A very influential person from Gruvfunkenstan is coming to visit the President. He'll be arriving in Washington, DC, however his flight has been delayed and his burnoose is dirty. Your job will be to go to his hotel, The George C. Clark Hotel, you don't know him, never mind, and clean a new burnoose for him. This tape will self-destruct as soon as you throw it out the w-" Shadow said, getting cut off by Starr ejecting the tape and flinging out the window. "Boom."

"Huh...that's a thing."

"Yep. Well, we've got a mission. Let's get to it."

"Right." Starr and Lyle shook hands, and a recording of old spy movie music started in.

"Okay, now how do we find this hotel?"

"Well, pull out your Thomas Guide." Lyle said, receiving a confused look from Starr.

"The fuck's a Thomas Guide?"

"Millennials..." Lyle said, shaking his head, "How do we find this hotel...huh? Hey, isn't that it across the street?"

"Huh?" Starr asked, following Lyle's gaze. "Oh yeah, it is! Come on, let's go!" The two ran across the street, staring up the building.

"We can't go in the front, they'll spot us. We'll have to climb up and use that window." Lyle said, to which Starr scoffed.

"How? Did you bring any rope?"

"Nope..."

"Good thing I did! Here, it's in my purse!" Starr said, a purse appearing from nowhere. "Grab it, you're better with this than I am!" Starr said, tossing the kitsune the bag. He reached inside, recoiling in pain and dropping the bag, a mouse trap latched to his finger.

"YOU STILL HAVE THE TRAP IN THERE?!"

"Oops. Guess I did! Let me get the rope." Starr said evilly.

Starr grabbed the rope out of the bag and tossed it to Lyle after he was done pulling the mouse trap off his hand. Lyle then swung the rope and tossed it up, only for some reason, the real rope did not snag on the imaginary building. Imagine that. Still, they pretended to climb up the building, Starr taking a few seconds at the top to coil the rope back up and stuff it and the re-armed mouse trap back into her purse and vanish it into thin air again. After that, Starr went to open the door.

"Argh, locked." She said, looking through the keyhole. "There's people inside. Make a diversion to get them out, and I'll pick the lock." Starr said to Lyle, her purse appearing long enough to grab a lockpicking kit out of it.

"We'll discuss that later." Lyle said, pointing to said lockpicking kit with suspicion, before sliding a window open. "FIRE!"

"That was easy." Starr said, picking the lock and opening the door. Starr put away the lockpicking kit as the two slipped in the door. "Now, what are we after?"

"A burnoose."

"Which looks like?"

"A burnoose."

The two looked around for a second before Starr cheered happily.

"I found it!"

"Great! Now we just need to wash it. Though I don't see a washing machine in here...wait! Starr d-"

"No, I'm not carrying a washing machine in my purse! It wouldn't fit and besides, I only carry the bare essentials."

"...A mouse trap, a rope, and a lockpicking kit are the bare essentials?"

"Yes, now then...the bathtub!" Starr said, rushing over to start the water in a bathtub.

"Wait, the faucet's rigged!"

"In what way?"

"With explosives, how long have you been a spy?!"

"Oh, wow, I didn't see that," Starr said, jumping backwards, "They really don't want people taking baths in this room!"

"Let's just take the faucet off and flush it!" Lyle said, pulling the bathtub faucet from the tub and flushing it down the toilet.

"How's that going to work?!" Starr asked, before Shadow made another exploding sound from offstage. "Stand back!"

Starr recoiled, shoving Lyle backwards and covering her head with her arm.

"It filled up the tub, just like I planned!" Lyle said, grinning.

"We need some sort of detergent, though..." Starr said, dropping the burnoose in.

"The cat! Wait, no, that's no good!"

"Bars of soap! We'll take these bars of soap and agitate them to make soap in the water!" Starr said, throwing in the bars of soap, signaling Lyle to help her swirl their hands in the tub, "Okay, we got it! It's clean!"

Starr jumped up and started to blow on the burnoose to make it dry, until Lyle tapped his watch a scowled.

"This is taking too long, what's-his-face will be here in less than a half an hour!"

"Well, we have to dry it somehow!"

"Set the burnoose on the table! I have an idea!" Lyle said, pointing a spot to Starr.

"And what's that?" Starr said, laying the burnoose down and looking back to Lyle who had vanished to the right side of the Whose Line desk.

"The cat!"

"Wait, what?" Kronic asked, confused.

In a swift motion, Lyle grabbed Kronic by the scruff of neck and the back of his pants legs, walking him back to the center stage and back to the table Starr had set the burnoose on.

"Yes, dry it with the cat!" Starr said, almost bursting into laughter as Lyle used Kronic as a towel, scrubbing the burnoose to dry it, and twisting Kronic slightly to wring him out after he was done before throwing him back towards his side of the stage, where he landed with a loud thump.

"Well, it's clean, but it needs some fabric softener."

"Fabric softener?!" Starr asked, "Are you insane?"

"Well, he's a VIP, can't have the burnoose sticking on his...y'know?"

"Well, how do you suggest we do that?" Starr asked.

"THE CAT!"

Starr fought to hold in her laughter as Lyle ran behind the Whose Line desk and grabbed Kronic again, carrying him back to the center of the stage, patting the burnoose with Kronic. Starr turned on her heels and walked to a window, looking left and right.

"Anyone coming?" Lyle asked over his shoulder, still using Kronic to get static cling from the burnoose.

"No!" Starr choked out through her laughter.

"It's perfect!" Lyle said after a few seconds, once again tossing Kronic back behind the desk.

"Great!"

"Here, you'd better model it, make sure it's alright." Lyle said, putting the burnoose on Starr's head, who strutted for a couple of seconds before tripping on something, the burnoose falling back in the tub. "NO! You got it wet again!"

"Oh no! Wait...the cat!" Starr said, pointing a finger towards Kronic, who had just managed to pull himself back up into his chair.

"No, the cat's wet now, that won't work!"

"Shit...wait!" Starr said, pulling the burnoose out of the water. "Hand me a lighter."

Lyle handed her a lighter, and the hedgehog lit it and hovered the burnoose back and forth over the open flame for a few seconds, until the burnoose passed through the fire and burnt to ashes in seconds.

"NO!" Starr shouted, dropping to her knees.

"It's okay, I have a spare." Lyle said, pulling a burnoose from behind his back, Starr simply throwing her arms in the air. Kronic hit the buzzer a few times to end the game.

"My head hurts..." Kronic said, clutching his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, how many points do we get?" Starr said, still chuckling.

"NONE! I'm gonna need them so I can afford the trip to the ER later...we'll be back to more Whose Line after I take some pain killers." Kronic said, getting up from his seat and stumbling backstage.

Okay, so...this chapter came about from looking through the old chapters and realizing I still hadn't done this joke for some reason. Kinda love how I don't plan these in advance, so the stars just kinda aligned perfectly to have an actual cat in the cast...poor Kronic. Also, can you tell I love the random joke towards the end of Chapter 18? Lyle forgot about Starr's mouse trap defense system...silly Lyle.