Chapter 6

AN: As I am sure you have probably noticed, I have mostly just made dialogue changes, and they are very few. That is on purpose. The further in we get, the more changes I will end up making. If you watch the episodes, you can see the differences. I do actually make a lot of dialogue changes in this chapter. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

"Hello and welcome to another exciting episode of the craziest game show in the galaxy: Garfle Warfle Snick." Cheering could be heard from the audience. "And now here's the host of Garfle Warfle Snick... Bob!"

"Thank you Norlox. Hi everybody. Welcome to another exciting edition of Garfle Warfle Snick, the game where anything you garfle will be warfled, and vice versa. I'm Bob. Now let's meet the intergalactic goofballs we've got playing with us today." The paladins rose on platform up to a set of stands. They all looked around in confusion. "What is this place?" Allura asked. "Looks like some kind of game show." Hunk replied. "What's happening." Keith consulted Pidge. "I don't know. The last thing I remember we were all flying in our lions." Bob flew up right in Keith's face. "Hi there. Tell us your name and where you're from." Keith just frowned. "What is this?"

"Uh-oh. Looks like somebody wasn't listening to Norlox." Bob turned towards the audience. Everyone looked at Norlox who made a "Hmph!" sound. "Tell him what this is, everybody."

"Garfle Warfle Snick!" The audience shouted. The paladins were very confused. "That's right, the name of the game is Garfle Warfle Snick. Now tell us your name, son." Bob turned back to Keith. "My name is Keith. How did we get here?"

"I'll tell you how Norlox got to be on the show. His uncle owns the studio." The camera pans over to a an angry looking Norlox. The audience can be heard laughing. "All right, Keith, why don't you introduce us to the rest of your team?"

"We're the Paladins of Voltron. Allura, Hunk, Lance and Pidge. But you haven't answered my question. How did we get here?"

"I hope not the same way I got here. A moofglider was jackknifed on the Haldar Expressway and it took forever to get past it. I still smell like moof." Some sounds of disgust were heard from the audience. "Okay, Keith, I'm sure you know how to play our game. All you've got to do is accumulate quaz-cenbullion credits, and you win. Of course, if you don't you'll hear this sound." A sad trombone is played. "And that means that you're trapped here in our studio for the rest of eternity."

"Wait what?" Hunk was very afraid. Lance was at a loss for words. "Did you say we'll be trapped here for the rest of eternity?" Pidge clarified. "Uh-oh. Is there an echo in here? Echo in here?" Que audience laughing. "I don't know who you are or what's going on, but we're getting out of here." Keith vowed. "Oh, I don't think so." Bob told them ominously. He snapped and discs trapped their feet together. They tried to get out with no luck. "My feet are stuck." Lance shouted. "Thank you for pointing out the obvious." Allura said sarcastically. Lance looked at her offended. "See, all of you are guests on my show and you will play my game as long as I want you to." Bob's voice became deep and scary. Then it went back to normal. "Understand?" The paladins nodded vigorously.

"Great! Let's start with our first warfler. Tell us what it is, Norlox."

"The first warfler is... Pictation!" He announced. The audience cheered. "Come on over here, Keith." The platform Keith was attached to moved and flew in the air and placed him in front of another podium. "Now, Keith, the answers will pop up on your screen where your team can't see them. It's up to you to draw the people and places you've seen during you adventures as a Paladin of Voltron," A pen appeared in Keith's hand. "while your team tries to guess the answers." There is a pause. "Are you a good artist Keith?"

"I, uh..."

"Well, I hope you're a better drawer than a talker, huh?" Bob used some magic that put a binky in Keith's mouth and put his hair up messily on the top of his head. The audience laughed. "Let's put blazzle hoochas on the board. And... go!" Keith began drawing. He figured they had to play or they were screwed. The prompt was Arusian. "It's a rock! Balmera!" Hunk guessed. "Olkari cube!" Pidge chimed in. "A chicken." Lance tried. "When have we seen a chicken in outer space?" Pidge asked. "I don't know. It's not my fault Keith can't draw. Rooster! Chicken hawk. A chicken with a beard!"

"It's an Arusian." Allura shouted. "Correct." Bob told her. The new prompt was Blade of Marmora. "What is that, chopsticks?"

"It's something from space, Lance." Hunk explained to his friend. "Space chopsticks."

"It's a knife. Sword? Oh, oh! Blade of Marmora!" Pidge got it right. The next prompt was Red Lion. "Dog. It's a dog." Lance guessed. "It's a lion." Hunk said. Keith nodded. He used his hands to gesture to keep going. "Black Lion, Blue Lion, Yellow Lion, Red Lion."

"Right again." Bob told them. "Way to go Hunk." Allura told him. The new prompt was Haggar. Lance began to guess again. "Pepperoni. An alligator. A cave, a windy cave! Oh, no, no, no. What is that thing called? It's a thermos!"

"Lance, would you stop talking?" Allura yelled. The timer buzzed. "Oh! Time's up." Bob told them. Keith's disc flew him back to his spot. "What? No way that was blazzle hoochas." Lance complained. "Looks like our other team is gonna have the opportunity to steal."

"What other team?" Hunk asked the mysterious host. Cardboard cutouts of Zarkon, Haggar, Lotor, and Morvok appeared across from the paladins. In clouds of smoke they became alive. "Zarkon? No way?" Lance exclaimed. Hunk rubbed his eyes. "This can't be happening."

"Hello there."

"Hello Bob." Zarkon replied. "Why don't you introduce yourself to the audience and tell us who these wonderful people are with you."

"I'm Emperor Zarkon. This is my lovely wife Haggar."

"Hello."

"Hubba hubba." Bob replied to Haggar. "My son Lotor and one of my insignificant underlings, Morvok."

"I'm such a big fan of the show. I can't believe we're here!"

"Well, welcome, welcome. It's good to have you all on with us, especially this lovely." Bob floated to Haggar. "Hmm? Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

"Ooh!" The audience sounded. "Watch it now." Zarkon chuckled. "All right, Zarkon, have you been watching backstage?"

"Yes, I have."

"The Paladins of Voltron have scored three correct answers, but now you and your team have the opportunity to steal all of their points if you can correctly identify what ol' Keith was doodling on there."

"Well, I'd rather steal their lions than their points."

"Yeah I bet you would." Audience laughing. "Uh, why are they acting like that?" Hunk turned to his team. "It doesn't matter cause there's no way we're going to lose to the Galra." Allura replied. "But seriously, I think I can guess this." Zarkon put a hand on Haggar's back. "You might not like the answer."

"Uh-oh. Don't wanna stir up any trouble with the missus."

"She doesn't look like that drawing, but I'm pretty sure the answer he was going for was..."

"Fingers crossed." Bob crossed four pairs of fingers. "Is it, Haggar?"

"That is correct! The answer is Haggar." The audience cheered. Zarkon was smiling, Lotor was cheering and so was Morvok. Allura face-palmed. "This is really bizarre." Hunk pointed out. "A windy cave?" Keith turned to Lance. "Hey! I'm not a mind reader."

"So, Zarkon, you have garfled the first warfler. That puts you in control of the board. Do you wanna play or pass?" Bob asked. "Play," Lotor shouted, "I spent centuries perfecting my exquisite, lifelike renderings. Not that you cared." Lotor told Haggar. "I treasure your art."

"Don't touch me, you filthy, filthy hag!"

"Don't speak to her that way, you insolent whelp." Lotor growled and then smacked Morvok in anger. "Ow. I didn't do nothing."

"Family, am I right." Bob joked. "They are quite a handful." Zarkon told him. "So, what's it gonna be, Z?"

"Well, I've always said that the best offense is a good defense."

"Sounds like you're gonna pass."

"I am. And I think I'd also like to play this." Zarkon pulled out a card with some weird light blue symbol on it. Oohs came from the audience. "The solo card! That means one of these Paladins is going to have to take the next warfler alone. The question is, Zarkon, which one is it gonna be?" Zarkon thought for a second. "Well Bob, I think there's really no choice here. I'm going with the dumb one!" The camera points at Lance. "Who's he talking about?" Lance looks at Pidge and Keith. "It's time for a word from our sponsors. But when we get back, Lance will be starting the next warfler all by his lonesome. Stick around."

"Wait, I'm the dumb one? I'm not that dumb."

After the commercial for It's Earth has played, the game began again. "And now back to Garfle Warfle Snick." Norlox announces. "Right before the break, Zarkon's team decided to make one of the Paladins of Voltron play solo the next round, and the Paladin he chose was the dumb one, Lance. Hey, Lance, how's it going?" Lance had his head slumped and arms crossed. "Well, you know what, I'm not too happy about being referred to as the 'dumb one' like 18 times."

"Oh, it was only about four times, you big dum-dum." Lance frowned and the sad trombone played and the audience laughed. "But now you've got a chance to change all that and show everyone how smart you really are. Are you ready for that?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay! Let's give Lance a big round of applause everybody! He is a great sport. Norlox tell Lance what the next warfler is."

"The next warfler is Faces From the Past!"

"A little walk down memory lane. Lance, you know how this game goes, am I right?"

"Uh, yeah, totally."

"Uh-huh. What do you think, audience? Do we believe this beautiful dum-dum?"

There was laughing and no's coming from the audience. Lance glared. "I know you're telling the truth buddy, but just for the folks at home, let's run through the rules real quick. Now, you're going to see pictures of some of the folks you've met on your adventures around the galaxy. All you have to do is tell their names. I'll give you a goolian credits for each one you name correctly. Adding to the points you'll need to earn your freedom. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like we're going to be getting back to Voltron pretty soon."

"That's the spirit. But just to make sure you don't get any help from your friends, let's lower the isolation shield." A plastic tube with some kind of creature at the top came down and covered Lance. "Prefect. Now let's see our first mystery face from the past." The picture changed and landed on Kolivan for a minute. "Easy. That's Koli-" then the face changed. "What? Who's that?" The audience laughed and Lance's struggle. "He's an important figure. Someone who helped you in your fight against Zarkon." Lance thought for a second. "Keith keeps pointing at his blade, so..."

"Oh. That's a pretty big clue. Have you got a guess?"

"Give me a second. He looks like a marmorite. Um, Blade of Marmora operative." Lance guessed. The sad trombone played. Allura groaned in frustration. Pidge put her head down. Hunk sighed. "Oh! The answer is Antok."

"Yes!" Zarkon exclaimed. "Oh, yeah, that guy."

"Kolivans right hand man who fought valiantly for the good of the universe. This next one is a little more personal. I think you'll remember this gal." The picture changed and landed on Plaxium. "Ooh! Her? Yeah, that's Plax-" The picture changed again. "Her? Uh, she was the serious one?"

"That's right. What was her name?"

"Uh..oh! Hold on. Okay, I know this. She was the one who measure my head for the jellyfish hat. She rode on a giant manta ray."

"We need an answer."

"Uh, wait, was it Swish." Sad trombone. "Her name is Swirn."

"Swirn? Huh." He chuckled nervously. "Never would've come up with that." Marvok and Lotor are doing some weird dance and saying "Go Galra! Go Galra!" And Zarkon is doing some weird thing with his arms. "Your team is starting to lose faith in you, Lance."

"I'm just not real good with names. I'll get the next one."

"I hope so. Let's see the next face from your past." The board changes and lands on Nyma. "Finally, a name I know." Than it changes to Rolo. "Quiznak! Can you guys stop changing it at the last second? Okay, this guy, this guy..."

"You remember."

"He faked the distress signal."

"He stole the Blue Lion."

"That, too."

"What's his name."

"Okay, it's on the tip of my tongue."

"Traveled with Nyma and Beezer."

"Yeah, Pidge loved that Robot." Behind him the team spelled it out using their arms. "Hersey?" The buzzer blares. The team groans. "Rolo. You are terrible at this."

"I get sort of close. And to be fair we've met a lot of people."

"Well, this is the last face, Lance. If you finish without a single correct answer, you know what that means."

"No. What?" The audience starts chanting. "Snick, Snick, Snick," Morvok and Lotor are cheering. Zarkon has his fingers crossed. Even Haggar is smiling. "It can't here what they're saying. Is it 'Snick'?"

"That's right. Miss this next question, and I will be forced to hit this button, which will shoot you out of the studio into the lair of the Snick. Show us the Snick, Norlox." On the screen appears a giant creature. It roars and Lance screams. "Ooh." Bob says then chuckles. "He looks hungry."

"What? Nobody said anything about the Snick."

"Well, it's in the title of the show. Garfle Warfle Snick."

"I wasn't listening to that. You know I'm the dumb one."

"Well, here's your last face, dum-dum. Look carefully." The audience begins to cheer. Lance turns to them. "Quiet, I need to concentrate." The picture goes to Riener, then, "It's Bii-Boh-Bi!" Lance yells. "That is right. You are not gonna get fed to the Snick." Pidge throws her hands in the air. Hunk cries tears of joy. Keith and Allura sigh in relief. The audience boos. Lance frowns at them. "They are savages. Well, sorry, Zarkon. Looks like you're going home."

"It was just fun being on the show." Morvok tells everyone. "Shut up." Haggar tells him. Then they and the podiums fall though a hole that appears in the floor. Their screams can be heard while Bob goes on. "And now, since he's the only person in the galaxy Lance can remember, let's bring him out." The screaming stops. "Ladies and gentlemen, star of the hit stick-com, Bii-Boh Me, the one and only Bii-Boh-Bi!" He comes onto the stage and waves to the audience. "Bii-Boh, welcome back to the show. Seems like you've been pretty busy since we saw you last."

"Bii-bi-boh, bi-boh-bii, bii-bii-bii, bi-bi-boh, bii-bii!" The audience and Bob start laughing. Lance fake laughs. "Okay, Bii. You're an old pro at this, so maybe you can help this dum-dum out." Lance glares at Bob. "Bii-boh, boh-bii."

"Norlox, what is our next warfler?"

"It's the Garflater!" The audience cheers. "All right, now as everyone knows, the Garflater is worth vezcenbullion credits. So Lance, this could get you and your friends well on your way to freedom."

"Let's do this."

"Of course, if you don't answer five questions correctly, you'll end up in the Garflator, where you'll be slowly cooked alive."

"What? Come on!" Bob continues ignoring Lance's protests. "Let's put blazzle hoochas on the board. Bii-Boh-Bi, you're giving the clues, and remember not to say the word."

"Bi-Boh."

"Start the Garflator!" The weird creature at the top of the tube Lance is in starts coming down. "Bii, bii-boh-bi."

"Um, I have no idea what's happening right now."

"Bi. Boh. Bii."

"Bi?"

"Correct." Bob tells Lance. Lance gets another right. And then another. And another. His team is cheering him. The creature eats Lance and he gets magically sent into the container to be cooked alive. "Ooh. So close." His team is in shock and upset. "The answer was Bi."

"I said that!"

"Give it up for Bii-Boh-Bi, everybody." There are applause from the audience. He waves goodbye and walks away. "When we come back from the break, we'll see if Lance's fellow Paladins can get him out of the Warflator before he gets turned into hot pudding."

The show is back on after an add for Vrepit Sal's. "And now back to Garfle Warfle Snick." Norlox announces. "Welcome back everybody. The Paladins of Voltron are trying to win their way off the show, but they just lost one of their team the Warflator. How's it going over there Lance?"

"It feels kind of nice. Except for the fact that I know that it is cooking me alive."

"Well, let's see if one of your friends can help you out. Well, hello Princess."

"What are we doing here, Bob?"

"We're playing the game."

"Please let us go. The universe needs Voltron."

"Well then the Paladins of Voltron are just gonna have to get serious about winning this game. Now, which one of you do you want to play to free Lance, huh? Who's the brainiest of the team."

"Pidge." They all reply in unison. "Alright, little fellow, step on out here." Her disc is moved onto the center of the stage. "Norlox, tell us what the next warfler is."

"It's Bankchannel." The set changes. "Hey, miniature golf!" Pidge exclaims. "What?" Bob asks. "Nevermind."

"All right, let me who you how to play here. All you have to do is hit the sphere through the bankchannel into the tunnel. Easy." He hand Pidge the club. "Think you can do that?"

"I think I can handle it." She begins lining up the shot. Planning the trajectory to get it to go where she wants. "Oh, very serious." Bob comments. "The hole is over there." Pidge hits the ball, it hits the camera, and a few other things. Pidge tackles Bob. "Let us go now!" She demands. An alarm begins to blare. "It looks like the Paladins have just made it into the final round." After a flash of white everyone is back in the spots they started in. Lance feels his face and around him. "What the?" Pidge is so confused. "Okay, I know I have said this before, many times, but this is the freakiest thing I've ever seen." Hunk adds.

"One of you will now be allowed to leave the game. The rest of you will be staying here with me forever. You have blazzle hoochas to write down your choice for who should get to escape of the screen in front of you." Dividers appear in between them and pens in their hands. "Go." Everyone starts thinking. "Final hoochas. Make you selections, everyone." The dividers and pens leave.

"Hunk, let's start with you. Who'd you vote for?" A picture of Allura appears on the screen on the front of his podium. "Well, Bob, I voted for Allura. I figured she's the princess, and she's such a natural leader, you know. The universe needs her more than it needs the rest of us, plain and simple."

"Aw, thank you Hunk."

"Allura, who did you vote for?"

"I selected Pidge. She and her family stand the best chance of rebuilding what my father started."

"Interesting. Lance, who got your vote?"

"I voted for Keith. He's our leader, plus he's half Galra, so I think he's like the future." Lance smiles. "Keith the leader, who do you think deserves to make it out of here, huh. Lance, why Lance."

"You're a jerk." He replies curtly. "I am not going to take that personally. Pidge, your the paladin that everyone says is the smartest, the most analytical, the most logical. Let's see who you voted for."

"Hunk? Seriously."

"Ouch." Hunk told Bob. "Yeah. Hunk get's along with everybody. If anyone's going to go out into the universe and bring people together, it's Hunk."

"Aw, thanks Pidge." They fist bump. "No one voted for themselves. Everyone voted for someone else to get to leave and every single one of you got a vote."

"So I guess we all get fed to the Snick or something now, right?" Lance deadpans. "You all get... quaz-cenbullion credits. You win!" They all cheer and Hunk gets everyone in a group hug. "That's our show everybody. From all of us here at Garfle Warfle Snick please have your klanmurls sprayed or neutered. Good night." Everything goes dark.

An alarm start blaring and Hunk wakes up and screams. He looks around his lion. "Oh. Whoa. Oh. That was messed up. Hey guys. I just kind of dozed of for a second and I had this crazy dream."

"Garfle Warfle Snick?" Pidge questions. "Now way." Hunk pales. "You guys saw that too?" Keith asks. "So wait, does that mean Bob is real?" Lance asks. "Bob? Did you all just meet Bob?" Coran asks. "Coran, do you know him?" Allura turns to him. "I've never met him myself, but I've heard tales. He's an all-powerful, all-knowing interdimensional being who judges the worthiness of great warriors." No one is happy with this answer. "Well I bet he never met anyone worthier than us." Lance interjects. "The legends say that if you meet him and live to tell the tale, you're destined for great things indeed."

"But he was jerk right?" Keith asks. "Completely." Allura comments. "I'm not that dumb."