MUAHAHAHA! It's a new chappie of Zuko's Soap with more Iroh and Zuko bein' complete morons...

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, I just use the characters to be complete idiots.

I also do not own any of the products/companies/etc. that I use to aide in making the characters complet idiots.

Now, I'm answerin' reviews:

jj - ...ewww...wait-they're not cousins, bloodwise anyway. Zuko is Iroh's evil half nephew...

lensgirlfriend - Pete is my imaginary friend.

dgdfsgsdfg - I know it's stupid. It's just one big fic of stupid nonsensicality.

Thanks for the reviews everybody who reviewed!

On to the story!

Zuko walks into his uncle's tea room, where Iroh is looking at his tea boxes.

Iroh sighs wistfully.

Zuko holds up a peace of paper and a pen. "Uncle, I need a word that rhymes with either orange, or purple….preferably, purange, for the Avatar's friend's father's sister's brother's son's uncle's sister's daughter's poem that I'm writing her."

"Why don't you ask Dr. Zuess." Iroh suggested, not taking his eyes off his tea boxes.

Zuko: Uh, uncle. Don't you mean Dr. Suess?

Iroh: Nope, Dr. Zuess. The god of rhyming.

Zuko: There's a god of rhyming? …. WHY AREN'T I TOLD THESE THINGS!

Iroh: 'Cause it's a secret and you weren't supposed to know…..oops…

Zuko: So how do I find this "Dr. Zuess"?

Iroh hands Zuko a piece of paper. "Say this"

Zuko reads from paper: "Milk, eggs, butter, cheese-"

Iroh snatched the paper from him. "Hehe..oops, that's my grocery list"

Zuko: What's with the dairy products?

Iroh handed him another piece of paper.

Zuko read: "Beans, beans, the magical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel. So eat beans with every meal." What the heck?

There was a loud burst of thunder and a small storm formed above Zuko's head, drenching him in rain. Then there was a flash of lightening and a thin man about Iroh's age appeared in the middle of the room.

He was talking to no one. "..and then he said- wait…this isn't Aphrodite's party… Where am I?"

Iroh: You are on Prince Zuko's ship, where music night is every night, and the stars seem to sparkle like the-

Zuko: Uncle.

Iroh: -and call within the next 5 minutes and you will receive-

Zuko: Uncle!

Iroh: I'm lovin' i-

Zuko: UNCLE!

Iroh pouts.

Weird man: Where am I?

Zuko: My ship just like my uncle said! And I'm lovin' it!

Weird man: Oh….what will I receive?

Zuko: Are you Dr. Zuess?

"Why, yes. Yes I am." The weird man proudly stated.

Zuko: The god of rhyming.

Dr. Zuess: Yep.

Zuko: I need your help rhyming the word orange, purple, or purange.

Dr. Zuess: Sorry, can't help ya.

Zuko: Why not?

Iroh: Just because he's the god of rhyming doesn't mean he knows how to rhyme.

Zuko: But you're the one who suggested him!

Iroh: Oops.

Dr. Zuess: I can't rhyme, 'cause I don't have time, from eatin' beans and bein' mean, and I'm sorry that I can't be of more help.

Zuko just gaped at him.

Dr. Zuess: Now just read that rhyme that got me here backwards.

Zuko: (reads) Leam yreve htiw snaeb tae os. Leef uoy retteb eht, toot uoy erom eht. Toot uoy erom eht, tae uoy erom eht. Tiurf lacigam eht, snaeb, snaeb.

There was another loud burst of thunder, and another storm cloud formed above Zuko's head, drenching him in more rain, and then there was another flash of lightening and then Dr. Zuess vanished.

Iroh: Well, he was helpful.

Zuko: How?

Iroh: I found out that toot spelled backwards, is toot!

Zuko: Iroh, you're so- GASP! I GOT IT! And I'm lovin' it!

Iroh: Lovin' what? … Besides McDonalds?

Zuko: I've finally figured out what to write for the Avatar's friend's father's sister's brother's son's uncle's sister's daughter's poem!

Iroh: You have?

Zuko pulls out another piece of paper and begins to read. "Roses are red. Violet's are orange. You are so beautiful, and your eyes shine bluish purple"

Iroh: OMG IT RHYMES!

Zuko: I KNOW IT'S AWESOME ISN'T IT?

Iroh: WHY ARE WE YELLING?

Zuko: 'CAUSE THE CAPS LOCK IS ON!

Iroh: … WHAT'S CAPS LOCK?

Zuko: I DON'T KNOW! BUT IT'S ON!

Iroh: WHAT DO WE DO?

Zuko: …FIND KATARA!... AND YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT WAS WITH THE DAIRY PRODUCTS!

Oooh...cliffie...sorta... What will Katara think of Zuko's now rhyming poem? ...and will Caps Lock remain on? only time (and me) will tell...