A/N Hope you like this chapter and all that, it was done entirely with my little brother behind me pulling my hair and my dad ignoring him. I have no idea where that song came from, just that my friend Tina sings it a lot.

"I know a song

It's not very long

It goes like this, you see.

It's kind of snappy

Makes me happy.

Ends with Bojabe.

Hey!"

"What's 'Bojabe' mean?" asked Zuko. For once, he didn't sound scornful of Aang's song, only curious.

Aang shrugged. "I dunno. I've always guessed it was a nonsense word, but Bumi never told me. I never really asked, either. I just commented on how well that song fit him."

"Kind of snappy, makes me happy?" joked Zuko. "I think just about everything would make him happy."

"Do you know Bumi?" asked Aang curiously.

Now it was Zuko's turn to shrug. "I met him, once. He's the King of Omashu, right?"

Aang nodded. "He was one of my best friends when we were younger."

"But that must mean he's…"

"One hundred and eleven years old. Only a year younger than me," Aang told him proudly.

Zuko shook his head. "I still can't get used to the fact that a little boy is older than my grandfather."

"I'm not little," Aang protested. "I'm only four years younger than you! And that's not even my real age, I'm really…"

"One hundred and twelve, I know, I know," Zuko answered. "Sorry, I can't get used to the fact that you're not a little boy either."

"Well you should," Aang retorted, but not very angrily. There was a pause, and then Zuko said:

"Didn't he make up The Fuzzy Slipper Song too?"

Aang blinked. "How'd you know about The Fuzzy Slipper Song?"

"I overheard you and Uncle Iroh talking about it. I really wasn't that far away."

"Oh. I guess you're right there. How far away do you think you were?"

Zuko shrugged again. "Two, three, maybe even four feet. I dunno. I didn't exactly measure."

"Didn't you measure the cage when you built it?" asked Aang.

"I didn't build it, remember? I didn't order specific measurements, just the building stuff."

Aang blinked. "So… you didn't bother to decide how big you wanted it to be, but you did know you wanted it to be made entirely out of wood?"

"Yeah, I know, I know, not the smartest thing I've ever done. At least they didn't pay attention to me," Zuko added.

"But if they had, then we'd have been able to get out," Aang pointed out.

"I guess… but then you would have been if I hadn't been caught, so the whole thing would be moot."

"But I'm not a Fire Bender. I like that word."

"What?" Although Zuko had gotten used to Aang's singing, he apparently hadn't gotten used to his sudden topic changes.

"Moot. MOOT. Moot. MOOOOOT! moot. Moot! Mo-o-o-ot! Moot! Mootie, moot, moot!"

"What?"

"Is that your favorite word, what?"

"What, what?"

"No, what?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about what."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying what."

"What?"

"What.

"What the…"

"No the, just what."

"The, what?"

"What the."

"What the what?"

"What?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Who's on first?"

Zuko stared at him. "You are making no sense whatsoever."

"I was asking if what is your favorite word," explained Aang.

By now Zuko had caught on. "You were asking what is my favorite word?" he joked.

"No, I was asking if what is your favorite word!"

"If what is my favorite word?"

"What."

"What, that's what I'm asking, what?"

"What?"

By now Zuko was laughing so hard he couldn't continue the joke. Since Aang got that he got it, it didn't really matter.

"Actually, I've never really thought about it," Zuko told him when they had stopped laughing.

"What?"

Before they could continue the dizzying conversation, Aang looked up.

"Is that him? Katara, I think I see him! There he is!"

"Aang, we're coming!"

"Hi, Katara, hey, Sokka," cried Aang, jumping up and waving his hands in the air. Looking worried, Zuko bent over to wake his uncle, and the two of them engaged in a whispered conversation.

With a loud 'thump', Appa landed in the clearing, neatly avoiding squashing anyone. Momo hopped off his back and onto Aang's shoulder.

"Hey, Momo," he laughed. "I missed you, Buddy. Did you get Katara and Sokka for me?"

"He sure did," Sokka shouted, jumping down.

"What happened, Aang, did Zuko catch you?" asked Katara.

"Yeah, but then he caught himself, too," Aang explained, gesturing at the two Fire Benders, who were resolutely ignoring them.

"Don't worry," he added as he noticed both his friends looking about to attack Zuko. "They can't fry us, or they'll roast themselves."

"Right, well, let's get you out of here, before they figure out a way to do that," Sokka suggested. "Now, how will we get this cage off of you…?"

"The rope pulls it up from over there," Zuko told him suddenly, gesturing towards the trees. "We designed it specially so we could get it opened."

"Well, if you'd told me that, I could have Air Bended us out of this mess," Aang pointed out.

"Don't blame me, Prince Zuko didn't tell me how to do it," Iroh put in.

Aang nodded his acknowledgement, and turned to the exiled prince in a question.

"Well, then we'd still be stuck, and you wouldn't," Zuko pointed out. "And Momo was our only food source."

"That's nice," Sokka called from where he and Katara were working the rope. "Didn't trust him at all, did you? Well, those who are untrustworthy are untrusting, I always say."

"You've never said that in your life," Katara protested. Sokka ignored her.

"Just for that," he told Zuko, "We're leaving you in there!"

Aang's cage fell backwards and the Avatar slipped out.

"No," he said slowly. "Just for that, we're proving you wrong.