Grasshopper's A/N: Hey! Sorry we haven't updated in a while… Evil was abducted by aliens for the third time this year. She doesn't have much of a brain left, so please forgive her because she isn't as bright as she thinks.

Evil: HEY!

Thanks to all our stalkers… I mean reviewers… for taking time to actually read this insane piece of so-called "literature". Anywho, enjoy the second chapter of "Avatar: The Weakest Link"!

Disclaimer: Nobody owns Avatar anymore. What has this world come to…?

However, my notecard-puppet Taco Ivan has a shoe-in for The Weakest Link.

For your information, not that you'd want to know anyway, but as we were trying to save this as "A: TLA Weakest Link ch. 2" on my computer, it said that we needed a disk in order to save it. After inserting the name over and over, we finally gave up and banged on the keyboard, so the document box read "lalalaihofuhfs".

And it saved.

So you are now reading "Lalalaihofuhfs" until we figure out how to rename these things. Enjoy.

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Avatar: The Weakest Link

Chapter Two

The contestants finished writing down their answers.

Toph grinned and clenched her fist, cracking her knuckles. "Time's up."

Iroh tapped the button on his podium, and a name appeared on the screen below it. "Kyoshian guy."

The foamy Kyoshian guy hesitated, then warily poked the button, and pulled back quickly with a girlish, "Eeep!"

His answer read, "Lalalaihofuhfs."

The camera panned to Zuko. "Kyoshian guy."

Up next was Katara. "Kyoshian guy."

Sokka followed suit. "Kyoshian guy."

All eyes were fixed on Aang, who sheepishly smiled. His screen was blank. "We-e-e-ell, I don't know. I don't want to get anybody out… that would be mean… and Avatars are supposed to give everyone an equal chance… right? …anyone?..."

Toph calmly made her way down the steps and strolled over to the Airbender.

"Aang, I have five good reasons why you should put an answer down…"

One by one she coiled her fingers into a fist. "One… two… three… four… five." She threateningly held her fist to his nose.

He stuttered, "Y-y-you're right, those are g-good reasons…" Aang backed away slowly and hurriedly scribbled something down. His screen revealed, "Kyoshian guy." He flinched.

"Thank you." Toph grinned victoriously and strode back up to her podium.

Only Zhao remained. He huffed, "Finally," and pounded his button to reveal his answer.

"Zuko."

"WHAT THE F-"

Iroh promptly covered his nephew's mouth. "Zuko! What did we just talk about the other day?" he scolded.

"Luhmremuh." Zuko mumbled through his uncle's hand.

"Oh, my mistake." Iroh quickly withdrew his hand.

"Language." Zuko reluctantly answered.

Iroh beamed. "Good."

"Okay, you can send him to his room later," Toph flitted her hand. "The results are as follows…"

Zhao ducked and crossed his fingers.

"Five votes for the rabid Kyoshian guy. One for Zuko. One for…"

The host arched an eyebrow and continued,

"…Lalalaihofuhfs."

Toph spun on her heel to face Sokka. "Sokka, why did you vote for the Kyoshian guy?"

"Well, I thought he was the least likely to contribute anything to the bank, since all he does is foam at the mouth. And he's just plain creepy."

"Zuko, why did you vote for the Kyoshian guy?"

"Because he's a pain in the a-"

Iroh shrieked. "ZUKO! What did I just say?"

"Sorry, Uncle." came Zuko's reply.

Toph faced Zhao and glared. "Now, Zhao…"

Sokka muffled a giggle and chanted under his breath, "Now, Zhao… now, Zhao… now, Zhao…"

"Why did you vote for Zuko?"

"Now, Zhao… now, Zhao… now, Zhao…"

"I mean, he's the only one who really answered his question besides Iroh…"

"Now, Zhao… now, Zhao… now, Zhao…"

"SHUT IT!" Zhao screeched; the big blue vein on his forehead appearing as Sokka hid under his podium and, assuming a fetal position, whispered, "Now, Zhao… now, Zhao… now, Zhao…"

Zhao smirked and remarked, "…because I hate him and his bloodline in general. Except the Fire Lord, because I'd rather not have him smite me."

Ozai's outline emerged from the back of the audience. "TELL IT LIKE IT IS, MINI-ME!"

Katara groaned. "Oh, get an afterlife, Zhao! And you know, Lord Happy Flame, there are other things on TV besides old Austin Powers movies."

"Oooh, that reminds me!" Ozai sprinted home to check if his Tivo was recording The Spy Who Shagged Me.

Toph tsk-tsked and shook her head at the pathetic excuses for contestants. "Are we finished?"

Everyone bobbed their heads in unison. "Yes," they moaned zombie-like.

"Uh, Kyoshian guy, you are the weakest link. Goodbye."

"NO!" the loser banged his fist on the podium, and then recoiled in pain. "OW!"

The ominous music started back up, and the Kyoshian guy was sedated and his limp form was dragged up the stairs and off the stage.

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After he was revived…

"RAHHH! GRAH! MEEFOHHBAAAH! GAH FAH FAH! GURRRR…."

Translation:

"I can't believe they did this to me! I had great potential! They just didn't understand my talents. But my mom says that I'm special on the inside, so that's all that matters. AND…"

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A/N: Hello peoples! This is Evil here. We don't own Austin Powers, but after Ozai controls the world, he will.

So thanks for reading, and please, review!

-or else-

-that was a threat-

-get used to it-

Doesn't that give you warm fuzzies inside? Evil out.

Let this be a lesson to you…young grasshopper. :)