They walk a ways and get to a playground.

AirHead: Let's rest a bit.

They lay down on a slide.

CLUUUCCCCCCK!!!

Air: What was that??!!

AirHead: Look.

Air turns and sees Tiara in a cart being pulled by a Charcoal-bowl (not a real one, a chocobo with one of my weirdo names).

Air: I've gotta' rescue her. But not now, I'll just lay here a bit.

A few minutes later...

Air: Lets go!

They run a ways and get to a huge run-down "city"

AirHead: This place is scary. Where are we anyway?

Air: This is the K-Market. It's where horny perverts come to hang out.

AirHead: Let's go find Tiara!

Air: She's probably at the Honey Tree Inn.

AirHead: That sounds like something out of Winne the Pooh.

Air: This is already the most cliche'd game in existance; it doesn't hurt to steal something else.

They run to the Honey Tree Inn

AirHead: This is not an Inn.

Air: Shut up. (To owner) You know a girl named Tiara?

Owner: She went to Long MoldyFolk's Manor.

AirHead: That's the dumbest name in existance.

Owner: SHUT UP!

Air: Does that- *is strangled by AirHead*

They go up to the mansion

Guard: Hey, You got a nice little sweetheart to add to Long's collection.

AirHead: We want to see Tiara.

Guard: You can go in, but you won't see her for long. Long chooses one girl a day. The winner has fun in bed with him. The losers are fed to his pet.

AirHead: Uhh.

They go in

Guard: HOLD IT! You can't go in man. Long ain't in to yaoi.

Air: I wasn't going to-

Guard: Go Away

Air: Start using periods.

Guard: *Pushes Air out of the way.*

AirHead comes out

AirHead: Hold on. I got a cute friend I wanna' bring.

She goes over to Air

AirHead: Air, I've got an idea. We dress you up as a girl.

Air: WHAT??!! EVEN FOR ME, THAT'S INSULTING! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU WANT ME TO GIVE UP MY DIGNITY LIKE THAT??!! I'LL, I'LL, I'LL, do it, I'm bored.

AirHead: Good. Let's go to the dress shop.

They do

Air: I'd like a dress.

Lady: I Don't work here.

Air: Manager, give me a dress.

Manager: I would, but my dad designs the dresses. And he's spent every night drinking at the tavern.

Air: I would too if MY son owned a dress shop. Why don't you get him.

Manager: I have to make sure nobody steals anything.

AirHead: Nobody would want to steal anything here. Trust Me.

Air: So, We're off on a sidequest to find your dad even though we could easily bust in and take Tiara by force.

Manager: Pretty much.

Air: Damn it!