"Buy me a icee! And a hotdog! And some popcorn!" Naruto squealed as he entered Target with his beloved Iruka-sensei.
"Jiraiya-sama is a bad influence on you," his patient teacher replied, calmly grabbing the back of Naruto's jacket and pulling him along. "You should learn to buy things with your own money."
"Che! That ero-yarou takes all of MY money! And then he spends it on alcohol and girls!" The genin made a sick face at that last part.
Iruka had to smile, even while insisting: "You should still look up to your elders, Naruto-kun."
"Ano-saa, ano-saa" the kyuubi chirped, "what are we here to buy, anyway, Iruka-sensei? I bet it's something super awesome and COOL for my birthday, isn't it?" He punched victoriously into the air, apparently having won something.
"Actually, I'm here to pick up some dog food," Iruka responded level-headedly, heading towards the object of his desire. Or, rather, the dog food.
"What? You don't have a dog."
Iruka blushed slightly, much to Naruto's confusion. "It's for, uh, a friend. Er, the dog of a friend. Dogs. …You'll understand when you're older."
Back to your regularly scheduled programming!
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" the tiny robot Orochimaru screamed. Well, it probably would have been a scream, but for the fact that he was in a tiny robot body, and inexorably had a tiny robot voice.
He was upset because the snakes he had summoned weren't snakes at all—just the cool-looking wires attached to different places on his tiny robot arms. But they looked a little like snakes writhing around, waiting to attack, because they had broken, and were writhing around, being broken.
"NOT AGAIN," RoboOro screamed again, "NOT AGAIN!" His tiny robot arms flapped loosely as he frantically twisted in panic. But they were beyond repair. He turned accusingly on Kabuto.
The teen ducked his head, adjusting his glasses. "The toy body probably couldn't channel your chakra effectively, because it wasn't built to do that. Perhaps we can find a mechanic to fix you—"
RoboOro kicked him, one of the things he could still do. "Idiot! Now I can't perform ANY jutsu! What were you thinking!" He kicked his minion again, just for good measure.
Jiraiya, standing right there watching, was at a loss. On the one hand, his OTR (one true rival) had proved his secret evil intent, and that meant that they could no longer be friends but also that Jiraiya had won the rivalry in terms of good always beats evil.
On the other hand, his OTR was now 17 and a half inches tall. It didn't matter who was good or who was evil, Jiraiya was BIGGER.