A/N Well, here it is. See Annoying for my excuses on why it took so long. Right now, I have a sunburn that is itching very badly. So, if this chapter sucks, don't blame me. Blame the sunburn.

This will probably be the second or third to last chapter, depending on whether I want an epilogue or not. Knowing me, I probably will. Once I finish this and Annoying, you can probably expect a second Mary-Sue fic. Also, with the comment about Zuko being overrated, that's Sokka's opinion, and I'm sure he doesn't want to upset anyone.

Claimer and Disclaimer: Although I don't own Avatar or any of the characters, I do own the song sung in this chapter, its original version, and the revised one. Why do I own them? Because I wrote them myself. So there.

Anyway, hope you like this one.

Recap: "It didn't work," said Sokka sadly.

"Oh, well," replied Iroh. "At least we had fun singing it!"

And now we return to our original broadcast.

"No we didn't!" snapped Zuko.

"What are you talking about, of course we did!" replied Bumi without sounding the least bit confrontational.

"No we didn't!"

"Yes we did!"

"No we didn't!"

"Yes we no we did n't did-eliou!"

"What?"

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Not really."

"Well, at least you can hear me."

There was a pause for Zuko to digest this comment. "I can, can't I?"

Sokka, happy to know something the overrated prince didn't, jumped in. "Of course you can! The only reason we couldn't before was because we were tired and couldn't hear very well. Now we have to shout, but the walls aren't thick enough to be enough of an obstruction to cause us not to hear."

There was an ensuing argument in which it was determined that: Zuko was a puffed-up, egotistical, useless princling who was asking for a black eye, while Sokka was an uncultured, stupid, arrogant eating machine who had better 'just wait until Zuko got out there'.

Called into question was: the species of Sokka's father, the possibly familial relationship between Zuko's parents, the chance that Sokka didn't even know what the war was about, and the location of Zuko's head in relation to his bowels.

Now, you may be wondering why it was that Katara, Aang, Iroh and Bumi just let them argue. The answer was, they weren't paying the least bit of attention. Because Aang was talking to a pirate.

"Hey, Mr. Evil Pirate Guy?" asked Aang.

"Wha'?" replied the pirate, obviously unwilling to talk, but knowing enough about Aang to know that he had no choice. (Translation: What?)

"Do you really have flying llamas that you can set on us?"

"Ah gots tree of 'em. Wah?" (Translation: I have three of them, why?)

"Cool! Can I see them?" begged Aang. Whether he had a plan or just wanted to see the flying llamas wasn't immediately apparent.

"Wah'd ya wanna see dem?" (Translation: Why do you want to see them?)

"I've never seen a flying llama before! Where'd you get them?"

"Ah dunno. Dey was 'ere wen Ah gets 'ere." (Translation: I don't know. They were here when I got here.)

"Have you been a pirate for long, Mr. Evil Pirate Guy?" Iroh asked politely.

"Neh. Me's been a smit afore dis, bet me 'cided tah jon da pirates ah fuw yars 'go." (Translation: No. I was a blacksmith before this, but I decided to join the pirates a few years ago.)

"What made you decide to join the pirates?" inquired Katara, wondering if this thing she was helping was a plan, or the curiosity that killed the cat.

"Ah get boad," the pirate replied simply. (Translation: I got bored.)

"Did you always talk like that?" Bumi asked suddenly. "I'd think that this was more pirate-talk than blacksmith-talk."

"Yeah, well, after a while, you sort of pick up the accent," the pirate replied normally.

(Translation: Aye, wall, 'ter a will, ya serta pik oop da acent.)

"I suppose so…" Iroh agreed.

"Hey Mr. Not-Evil Blacksmith Guy?" asked Aang suddenly. "Can I see your flying llamas?"

"Sure, kid, why not?" asked the blacksmith turned pirate. "But you'll have to sing something for me first. I mean, I don't really want you to sing, but if the boys find out that I let you see the llamas without singing…" (Translation: Not even going to bother translating this. Do it yourself.)

"We understand completely," Iroh assured him. "Now, what should we sing?"

It was decided that they should sing a revised version of Aang's song invented last time.

And so they began.

"Zuko is a creepy Fire Bender

With a scar over one eye!" began Sokka, for once not sounding upset about singing.

"And I'm the Avatar, so I can

Fly quite high!" This was Aang, obviously.

"And Iroh's Zuko's uncle,

He's a really good guy!" Katara sang this part.

"Because I was too gullible

I got myself caged!" Iroh sounded properly mournful about this.

"And so I started singing

Which made Zuko raged!" The fact that Bumi had done just that didn't detract from his joy of this verse.

"And Iroh's a General,

He's middle aged!" Zuko only sang this because he had to. Even though it was true.

"The Fire Nation's trying to kill me!

They're pretty evil!" Once again, Sokka's lines echoed his true sentiments.

"And Zuko's their Prince,

He says I'm a weevil." As usual, that was true for Aang as well.

"I dunno what a weevil is!

Just that it rhymes with evil!" This wasn't entirely true for Katara. She knew what a weevil was, but it still rhymed with evil.

"I'm getting hungry!

I haven't had lunch!" Iroh whined.

"All we've got is tea.

Iroh brought a bunch." Bumi informed them, although this time, Iroh hadn't.

"Zuko's getting extremely angry

And the bars, he will punch!" Zuko felt very stupid referring to himself in third person, but he didn't have a choice.

The rest of the song was omitted as it didn't fit the situation. Instead, Aang had invented a conclusion and sung it himself.

"I wrote this song

When we were stuck.

Once again

We're out of luck.

Then we got away

Because of Katara and Sokka

We escaped that day.

But now they're in here

And to escape, there's no way.

So once again I'll sing a song.

And hope it will help us get along.

Maybe I'm right and maybe I'm wrong.

Have we been here for very long?

I hope this song is good enough.

To let us see the llamas, they seem buff.

That didn't make much sense, I'm thinking of stuff.

That simply ends with uff.

I'll write a conclusion to this one, too.

When we get out, as we always do.

I hope it will involve help from you.

And not Zuko stepping in Appa's poo."

"What?" the Fire Nation Prince demanded.

"Hey, just rhyming," replied Aang. Before Zuko could retort, the young Avatar turned to the pirate. "So? Was it good enough?"

"Sure was. Come with me."

And the pirate pulled the keys out of his pocket.