Lemuria: The Lost Empire

Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun. I do not own Atlantis: The Lost Empire, either.

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Now on with the fic!

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Sammi: All right, we're gonna start filming! Ivan, are you ready?

Ivan: Yup!

Sammi: Dora?

Dora: *nods head* 3, 2, 1, and... ACTION!

AROLFT (over the loud speaker): Tonight's dinner will be bacon grease, showers of gravy to follow...who wrote this?

Scriptwriter: *appears out of nowhere* I did! *disappears*

Ivan: *sits down on bed and yawns*

(Agatio slowly emerges from top bunk, glaring at Ivan)

Agatio: You...have disturbed...the DIRT!!!

Ivan: What the...

Agatio: You have disturbed the dirt! You evil evil person! You messed up all my beautiful dirt! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ivan: What's it doing in my bed?

Agatio (talking very quickly): You ask too many questions! Who are you? How many Djinn do you have? Speed up!

Ivan: Ummmm...

Agatio: I will know soon enough! (takes some dirt off of Ivan's finger and stares at it) These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker! *licks it* And...LINGUIST! THIS IS A BIG OUTRAGE! YOU MUST DISAPPEAR! GO AWAY! NOW! OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT!!!!

Ivan: *is pushed right into Navampa*

Navampa: Uh-oh, sat in the dirt, huh?

Agatio: *glares at Ivan*

Navampa: Agatio! I'm disappointed in you! *takes out bar of soap* Watch out! This thing's LOADED!

Agatio: *hisses at the soap*

Navampa: *waves soap around* Back! Back, evil creature! Back to the inky black darkness from which you came!

Agatio: *screams like a girl and hides under covers*

Navampa: *cheerfully* Don't worry about him! *pulls out big saw*

Ivan: Eep!

Navampa: Nice, huh? I hear it can cut through a femur in 28 seconds. I bet I can cut that time in half! *sticks thermometer in Ivan's mouth* Where are you from?

Ivan: Mmm mm mmm.

Navampa: Cool, I've got family up there. You fish?

Ivan: M mmm.

Navampa: Me, I hate fishing. I hate--*is suddenly cut off*

Chichiri: *appears out of nowhere* You hate FISHING!? How COULD you, no da!? FISHING IS A PERFECTLY RESPECTABLE THING TO DO, NO DA!

Sammi: CUT!!!

(Dora stops filming)

Sammi: Chichiri, what the HECK are you doing here!? This is a GOLDEN SUN fic!

Chichiri: Well, you never make any Fushigi Yugi fics, no da.

Sammi: You do have a point there...But still, now I'm gonna have to add to the disclaimer because of you! *clears throat* Disclaimer Continued: I do not own Fushigi Yugi either.

Chichiri: Sorry, no da. *disappears*

Sammi: Okay, now, Navampa, start back at the beginning of the line you were on before you were so rudely interrupted.

(Dora resumes filming)

Navampa: Me, I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the icky ones, hate the tasty ones, hate all those scary huge monster ones. *takes out two big jars* I'll need you to fill these up for me.

Ivan: *spits out thermometer* With WHAT!?

AROLFT: Will Ivan Thatch please report to the bridge?

Ivan: ALL RIGHT! Ummm, I mean, darn, we were having such a nice conversation...

Navampa: Nice meeting you

Ivan: Yeah, same to you. *walks out of room*

Sammi: And....CUT! We'll stop here for today!

Ivan: Why?

Sammi: Because I said so.

Piers: AND because she's lazy.

Sammi: Oh, DO shut up, Piers.

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*laughing her head off* sorry about that, but I couldn't resist!

Piers: Sorry about what?

*stops laughing just long enough to answer Piers* I was talking to the readers, dodo brain.

Piers: Yeah, but still, sorry about what?

Putting Chichiri in the chapter. I just thought it would be so funny! *resumes laughing her head off*

Piers: Yeah, that, and he's your favorite FY character.

That too. Anyways, as always plz review! *starts rolling on the floor laughing*

Chichiri: *appears out of nowhere, looking thoroughly annoyed* Hey, It's not THAT funny, no da!

*this only makes me laugh harder*

Chichiri: *disappears, still looking annoyed*

Piers: Somebody get me outta this loony bin!