The gang began to walk away, to leave Zula standing there alone. But Zula followed, bushing through them to get next to her big brother. Zuko tried his hardest to ignore her, but it was hard when she was right there. She held up her hand and looked at her nails. "So, you still racing your Carrera GT, Scar face?" Zula asked her brother. Zuko wasn't like other students in his high school. He went behind his uncle's back every once in a while and raced his car. It was no-rules street racing, and he normally walked away without a scratch and a handful of cash. But if his uncle or father knew that he street raced, he'd be in for it!

"I haven't since the first snowfall." He informed her.

"That's a shame. Those who watch you race say you're real good."

"Zula, I swear, if you tell Uncle or Dad that I race, I'm gonna-"

"Easy, easy!" Zula said, "I never said I was going to rat on you. So how much money did you make the last time you raced?"

"About six hundred."

"Came in third place, again?"

"Only twice." Zuko growled, "Now will you PLEASE go away! Nobody invited you!" Zuko turned and looked at his little sister. She just glared at him.

"Suit yourself. I was just going to make a proposition." Zula said and went to walk off. Zuko tried to let it pass, but couldn't.

"What proposition?" he asked. Zula turned while wearing an evil grin.

"I was gonna ask you to help promote my friend and in exchange we'd cut you in. You know, give you some money in case you come in third place again." Zula replied. Zuko looked at Zula like she was crazy.

"What're you talking about?" he gave her a look, telling her she was an idiot. She just narrowed her eyes.

"There's a city-wide contest going on. It's called the Holiday Jingle Jam. And whoever wins gets $500 in cash. And we'd give you…let's say 20 percent."

"How do you know you're gonna win?" Sokka asked with hatred in his voice.

"Hello, did you hear me? I'm not entering! I'm entering my friend! Have you heard her sing? There's nobody who can beat her! Not even Mariah Carrey could beat her!" Zula answered, "Anyway, we're after much more than the city-wide contest. There's going to be a state-wide contest on Christmas Eve night, and whoever wins that gets a record deal!"

"What're you up to?" Katara asked.

"My plan is to enter my friend, win the city competition, then the state and become her manager when she hits it big. We'll make a fortune!"

"Who's your friend?"

"Celeste, her name is Celeste. And she's the best singer in the world." Zula informed them.

"I want to enter!" Katara came in.

"Ha! Don't even bother! You'll lose miserably!" and then she spoke to Zuko again. "So Zuko, you in, or are you out?" Zuko thought for a minute. He hated Zula, but then again it wasn't Zula he would be helping.

"Fine." Zuko gave in. He could use the cash to get new hubs for his car. "When can I meet her?"

"Saturday, at Suki's birthday party. She'll be there. We'll meet up." And she walked away. It seemed like a simple idea. Go to a party, meet the girl, make a website or something for her and earn some money. Nothing more than a simple plan.

After school, Zuko went back to his uncle's house and plopped down on the couch to watch some TV. His uncle was asleep in the recliner, snoring loudly. Zuko turned up the volume and tried to ignore it, but nothing helped to filter out the sound of the old man's noise. Zuko grew frustrated and threw a couch pillow at his uncle, waking him up. "What? What happened?" Iroh asked as he awoke. Zuko just shook his head and continued to watch TV. He put his feet up on the table, like his uncle had told him a million times not to do when all of a sudden there a commercial came on in the middle of the program.

Loud music played and there were flashing red lights. It was a commercial for a new game system. It was called Prodigy, and it was more than a game system. It was a DVD player, a CD player with large speakers and could play almost any game made! Zuko looked interested and woke his uncle again. "Uncle, did you see that? That's the coolest game system I've ever seen! They haven't made anything like that, ever! I gotta have it." He said.

"Oh, Zuko, you and your game systems. By next year, it'll be nothing. And kids will be after some new type of game system. Whatever a game system is. Why, in my day, there were no such things and game systems. Girls played with homemade dolls and guys played sports or went hunting."

"Yeah, but you're ancient!" Zuko teased. "I wonder how much it is." And then the commercial ended with a price range on it. It was $700! Zuko's eyes got wide and his uncle laughed.

"I gotta have it!" he mocked Zuko and continued to laugh. "I might be getting you something for Christmas but I am not getting you that, Zuko!" Zuko thought about the deal he made with Zula in the morning, and then on top of a race, if he didn't come in third place, he could easily pay for it! In fact he'd have enough to buy it and some new games. He smiled, settling the plan in his head.

"Oh, I'll get it Uncle." He said.