Author's Note: Wow, this is new. I'm actually updating less than a day after I updated the last time. I'd just like all of you to know that I have a pattern for these characters. So far, I did Sturm's on a spur of the moment thought. I didn't plan anything until I finished writing the chapter with Tanis/Kitiara. I realize now that I should have put Laurana before those two, because Kitiara could have been the link to Raistlin. Raistlin was Caramon's twin, so that put him next. So, now that I've done Caramon I'm doing Tika. I'll give a special thanks to the first person to figure out who will be next if I'm doing Tika now. From now on I'll tell you what the connection between the characters is at the beginning of the chapter. I do not own Dragonlance or its characters. Thank you Silverkitsune202, who left a reply very soon after I posted. You're the only person I know of who has me on their favorite stories list. THANK YOU!!! On with the show.

Tasslehoff pulls a little red wagon onto the stage. Tika follows him on stage. She is wearing a neon yellow miniskirt and tube top ensemble. Everyone gags at the brightness and how badly it clashes with her hair. Tasslehoff turns and walks offstage with his eyes closed.
She turns and takes a bow. She grabs a frying pan off of a portable stove with heated grease in it. She takes a handful of potatoes and throws them in. Everyone's stomachs growl when they realize that she's going to make Otik's spicy potatoes. Then she grabs a 50 pound weight out of the wagon. The YMCA song comes on, and she starts frying, while at the same time lifting the weight. Everyone stares in amazement. Finally, the song ends, and she puts the weight down. She walks down into the audience to where Tanin, Sturm, Caramon, and Tanis are all holding plates. She gives them all a portion of the potatoes as everyone looks on jealously, then goes back on stage, turns off the portable oven, puts the weight back into the wagon, and then drags it off stage. No one claps because they wanted the potatoes, and the four men are too busy stuffing their faces to applaud.

Tika: Boys, sick her!

The four men: -shuffle their feet and look around-

Tika: -brandishes a frying pan-

The four men: YIPES!! We're going, we're going!

MK: HELP! MISCHA!! Toodles, people! I'll update as soon as I get these guys off my back!