Quote the famous words of some guy, "They like me! They really like me!" Thanks for all your reviews. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely ADORE Kurama. I've got printed screenshots of him (just him!) all over my room. 'Nuff rambling, on with the fic!

Koenma turned back to his cast. A few of them, he noticed, had their mouths hanging open at him.

"Chop, chop!" he said. There were many footsteps and a loud thud---Kuwabara had knocked over a set---as everyone got ready to try the scene again, this time without bursting into song. Or using the word "zoom".

"Speed. . .rolling. . .action!" said the director. Once again, Yusuke appeared from stage left. But something was different this thing. Koenma couldn't put his finger on it, until. . .

"CUT! URAMESHI WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!"

Yusuke twirled around. The blue go-go skirt glittered in the spotlight and that oh-so familiar hat was placed at a jaunty angle.

"Do you like?"

"Where's the Advil?" Koenma rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for awhile before looking back up. "Get the cardboard car, Yusuke."

"No, wait, I was thinking. . .maybe we could switch it up a little bit, and I could be the girl, and she comes running across the cliff like so," Yusuke darted across the stage, "and then James Bond," Keiko, in that dashing black suit, popped up from behind a prop bush, "comes and. . .rescues her."

"First of all, how long have you been hiding there, Keiko?" Koenma asked.

"Ever since the," she hesitated, "the 'z'-word song."

"Why weren't you backstage?"

"I was helping Yusuke think up such a clever plot."

"Yusuke is not a cross-dresser."

"Says you!"

"Shut up, Urameshi. For THIS movie, you are not a cross-dresser."

Yusuke frowned.

Keiko patted him on the back. "It's alright, Yusuke, there will be others."

Koenma choose to ignore this. "Okay, everyone, we are disregarding the opening scene for now," he shot a quick glare at Yusuke, "and moving on to the scene with Q in it."

"What? It doesn't even have a name?" Kuwabara/Q asked. "Urameshi got the 'Opening Scene' and I get 'the scene with Q in it.' It's not right, I tell you!"

"How about 'the idiotic pointless scene that can be removed from the movie with the snap of my fingers and will be if Q doesn't shut up' scene? Hm?"

Kuwabara didn't respond and got into his place.

Koenma shouted those infamous three words and clicked the camera on. It didn't spin, which was a very good thing, because Koenma was feeling sick to his stomach. Maybe it was stress.

"You wanted to see me, Q?" Yusuke asked, in his proper clothing this time.

"Yes, James, I did," said Kuwabara.

And then there was silence.

Utter silence.

No words spoken.

Nothing.

"Well?!" Koenma prompted from his chair.

Kuwabara looked at the toddler. "Well what?"

"SAY YOUR LINE!"

"I did!"

"You have more than one line, genius."

"I knew that."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did!"

"Then why didn't you say your line?"

"Oh, you meant NOW?"

"YES!" Koenma fell out of his chair and twitched violently.

"Oh. . .right then." Kuwabara posed dramatic and said, "James, you have a new mission!"

"A mission?" Yusuke said, then turned to the camera. "Zoom zoom!"

Keiko popped up from behind a table prop and she and Kuwabara started singing again. "Zoom zoom zoom! Yeah, zoom-zoom. . ."

"NO!" shrieked Koenma, picking himself up from the floor. "I THOUGHT WE AGREED NEVER TO SING THAT SONG AGAIN!"

"We did," said Kuwabara.

"Then why did you just sing it?"

"Oh, you meant NOW?"

"Idiot."

"Loser."

Suddenly Kuwabara was in a frilly pink tutu and tights. Yusuke sniggered.

"Directors aren't losers," Koenma said smugly from his position behind the camera.

"Actors aren't idiots," said Kuwabara.

A pause followed.

"No. . ." Koenma said slowly. "I suppose not."

"Then remove me from this idiotic costume."

"No."

"Yes."

"Do not argue with the director."

"Loser."

Kuwabara now had a matching pink wand and tiara.

"Fine! Fine! I give up! Just take this outfit off!"

"Only if you say the magic word."

"Zoom?"

"NO!"

Kuwabara mumbled something. Koenma was obviously satisfied, because the tutu, tights, tiara, and wand disappeared and Q was left in his regular Q- clothes.

"Right then, take two!"

"James, you have a new mission," said Kuwabara as he reached for a pile of glowing embers placed conveniently on the table next to him.

"Will you tell me what it is?" asked Yusuke.

Koenma scanned the script. "Hey what, that's not in the. . ."

"Of course," said Kuwabara, in a sickeningly sweet voice. Then he changed his voice into a tone of pure hatred and fury. "YOUR MAJESTY!" With that, Kuwabara flung the glowing embers into Simba's face.

The lion took a step back and fell off the cliff.

The cast looked at the lion in surprise.

"Was that. . .supposed to happen?" asked Botan from her corner.

"No," Koenma said sternly. "That was definitely NOT in the script."

"Should we. . .help it?" asked Keiko.

"No, just leave it alone," responded the director.

The crew remained peering over the edge of that well-placed cliff.

"Alright, break it up, people! Break it up! We DO have a movie to shoot here!"

"But. . ." Keiko protested with a small sob. "He was destined to be king. . ."

"And take over his father's place. . ." continued Hiei.

"In duh gwreat CIRCLE OB LIFE!" sang out Kurama. He sniffed.

"One question," Koenma asked. Everyone was momentarily distracted from the fallen lion and looked at him. "Are you all high?"

"No, no, no. . .I hab a stuffy nobes," Kurama told Koenma.

"Not drunk, my dear Kurama, HIGH."

Botan raised her hand. Koenma raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"Oh, I thought we were taking a poll."

Koenma contemplated murder.

"No surprise there," Yusuke nodded towards Botan, who gave him a blank stare.

"Yeah. . .and look, her eyes are all glazed over."

"They're always like that, Keiko," Yusuke retorted.

"Oh," Keiko blushed slightly. "I knew that."

"Back to work, everyone! Tea time's over!" called out Koenma.

Kurama set down his china tea cup on the porcelain table. "Oh drabt, is it ober alreaby?"

A small devil popped up on Koenma's shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Kiiiiiill them! Kill them all!"

A small Severine Saret popped up on Kurama's other shoulder, wearing robes of white and a crooked halo. "If you do I'll give you such a whollop!" With that, she swatted Koenma's ear and disappeared.

"Hey!" Koenma said out loud, checking to see if his ear was bleeding. "Stupid conscious. . ."

"So you're going to kill them?" asked the small devil.

"Perhaps."

"Go on, you know you want to."

"Go away, will you?"

The small devil turned itself into a bee with rather large horns on the front of its head. "Come on, you know the pun associated with this insect."

"Oh, but that's so degrading!"

"Say it or I don't leave."

With a groan, Koenma said, "Buzz off!"

Pleased, the small devil turned back into its normal self and vanished with a pop.

Koenma had been unaware that the cast was staring at him as he turned his head back and forth, examining his shoulders, for the past few minutes.

"Heh heh. . ." Koenma laughed nervously. "The show must go on?"

AN: And so ends the next chapter. Reviews are gooooooood. Flames are baaaaaad but at least I get some sort of acknowledgement. Acknowledgement is goooooooooood. *random insert* Vanilla Coke is super gooooood. Ah, life is good. *sip*