Chapter 20, featuring Popo. Oh goodie.
And about the Dora thing, for those who are wondering: The only reason I know about it is from stupid commercials and stuff, like there was some talking Dora doll. That and there was this one family I knew that had a three year old that watched it, so when I went over there it was on. I don't watch it.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I'm going to bother?
Popo had just found a Bunny Hood. He was darting around crazily like a dog trying to bite its tail, running for a while until he lost the hood. He sadly slowed to a walk, dragging his wooden hammer. Luckily, he came across another Bunny Hood, picked it up, and then ran all the way into the Know Your Smashers studio.
"Announcer, look! Someone new to insult," the cameraman pointed out giddily.
"I can see that cameraman. What do you think I am, a blind whale?"
"Well, you're stuck up in your little office, you yeah, you could be," was the cameraman's idiotic response.
The announcer was silent.
"Where am I?" Popo squeaked.
"A studio. Sit down to claim your free papaya," the announcer instructed dully.
"Oh goodie!" The little boy clapped and climbed into the chair.
A groan is heard from the left of the studio as the announcer, the cameraman, and Popo looked around to see what exactly it was.
"Maybe we're hearing things," suggested the cameraman as he scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah," the announcer agreed as the lights went faint. "Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers."
Popo's eyes scanned the studio and he twirled his hammer in his small hands.
"Popo…he likes to spread butter on the TV and lick it."
"Eww! I don't know anyone who does that…"
Another groan is heard, this time louder.
"Who the banana is that?" asked an irritated cameraman.
A certain monk carefully stood up and clutched his staff. He brushed the dust and lint off of his robe and back onto the grimy floor.
"Ugh, where am I? Oh why do I care…I had the best dream, Sango bore my children, and they turned out to be triplets!"
"No one cares!" the cameraman snapped. "And for some reason that disturbed me." The cameraman reached into a backpack and pulled out a rubber banana toy and squeezed it, causing the banana to squeak. He hugged it and sang some sort of lullaby to it.
"Miroku…GET OUT OF MY STUDIO!" blared the announcer.
"Fine, fine. I'll just go talk to Samus." And with that Miroku opened the door and marched out.
"Stupid monks. Anyhow, Popo…he draws pictures of himself in a pretty pink tutu and doing ballet with the Teletubbies."
"Who are the Teletubbies? I don't like pink or ballet, Nana does." Popo's eyes drifted from side to side, trying to avoid the cameraman's deranged stare. Every now and then, the cameraman looked up at Popo and smiled so wide you would think his lips would tear.
"Which brings me to my next comment. Popo…Nana is his girlfriend."
Popo wrinkled his teeny nose and squinted, like he had just eaten a raw lemon. "But she's my sister! And I don't want a girlfriend. Girls are icky."
The cameraman nodded and clapped excitedly. "I know that's right!"
"Get a life cameraman. Besides collecting useless Donkey Kong items."
The cameraman pouted. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
"Popo…he gave Nana a concussion so he could then hypnotize her to become his girlfriend."
"No I didn't! I don't want an icky girlfriend, I never gave my sister a concussion, except for one time at summer camp, but that's a whole different story." Popo's normally pale skin turned rosy with both humiliation and anger.
"Ooh ooh! Tell me! Tell me!" The cameraman sat down cross-legged on the floor and leaned in with a fixed gaze on Popo, like a child eager to hear a good story.
"Cameraman, don't make me replace you."
"NO NO! Please, have mercy!" He switched to a position on his knees and begged for mercy.
"Fine then. Popo…he hates Teen Titans."
Starfire, Raven, Robin, Beast Boy, and Cyborg and appeared and pointed at the little boy in the indigo parka.
"Titans, go!" Robin ordered.
The other four has eyes filled with pure fury. Popo let out a piercing shriek before leaving the studio with the Titans chasing behind him.
"Now you know…Popo, the Teen Titans hater who dreams of doing ballet in a pretty pink tutu with the Teletubbies."
Meanwhile, the stranger had carried Marth into the hospital and waited impatiently at the front desk, tapping his foot to the annoying classical music in the background.
"May I help you?" asked a cheerful nurse.
"Yes, we have a pregnant woman here." He held up Marth, who had fallen asleep, a little higher for her to see, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Ah I see. Let me show you an available room." The nurse carried a clipboard and led the man and Marth to a room down a hall on the right.
At that time, Dora, Boots, and Young Link entered the hospital.
"So, where to first? The maternity ward, or the place where they put leftover body parts in liquid-filled jars?" Dora inquired in a horribly annoying voice.
Young Link covered his ears. "Neither, I want to go home!"
"Too bad!" Dora slipped her backpack off of her shoulders and hauled out a pair of handcuffs. She connected one hoop around her left wrist, and used the other on Young Link's right wrist. She skipped off happily to the maternity ward, dragging the poor elf behind her.
The nurse opened the door for the man and he gently slipped Marth onto the bed.
"This is your room, 208. Some nurses will come in within an hour or two," the nurse informed the man as she scribbled some notes on a piece of paper that was on the clipboard.
The man replied, "Okay, thanks." The nurse pushed her huge circular glasses up higher onto her nose and paced out, closing the door softly behind her. The man sat down and stared out the window, enjoying the crimson sunset. The sun looked like a giant tangerine in the sky. Flocks of birds flew about and the grass was shadowed by the tall tress in the field.
Young Link followed behind Dora until she stopped at a door.
"Room 208. I wonder who's in here?" Boots commented.
"Let's find out. ¡Vamos!"Dora exclaimed. She put a hand on the door and eagerly twisted the knob.
Cliffhanger, oh teh noes! Next chapter is Samus, then Pichu. The next chapter is coming to a theater nowhere you.