It all started simply enough.

The Blade of Marmora had picked up a tip that a particular Galra cruiser was going to be transporting a large group of slaves to a mining colony. The Voltron team agreed to intercept it. After a planning session for how they were going to execute the mission, they decided that Coran would remain on the Castle to pilot it while Allura snuck onto the cruiser with Pidge. The princess would provide the muscle and diplomacy with the prisoners and Pidge would handle the hacking with the aid of her copy of the coding in Shiro's mechanical hand. The others would draw off the fighters and provide cover. Coran and Shiro in particular weren't thrilled about the princess going into the thick of things, but she was determined. "And anyway," she pointed out, "this is one of the Galra's largest class of cruisers, so there are going to be more than enough fighters for you to handle. I'm almost inclined to go alone and let Pidge stay with you so you can form Voltron if necessary."

"No, you're going to need her with you," Shiro replied firmly. "We'll be able to handle ourselves." He swept his gaze across the other paladins. "All right, guys, let's suit up."

They headed for the armory. Just inside the doorway, however, Lance halted. The stand for his armor was empty.

Oh, idiot. He'd forgotten that Pidge had promised to repair a busted strap on the chest plate after their last battle. She must not have put it back. "Pidge?"

"What?" The green paladin was already halfway into her armor, her attention only half on Lance as she struggled with a clasp.

"Where's my armor?"

Pidge blinked and looked up, dragging her attention away from whatever Pidge-y things she'd been thinking about. "What?"

Lance tried not to roll his eyes. "Where. Is. My. Armor?"

The girl frowned as she hunted through memory. "I, uh, put it away?"

"Where?"

A snort from behind him made Lance look over his shoulder. Shiro was watching them sidelong, his lips folded between his teeth in a manner that spoke of great effort not to laugh. Lance blinked. What's so funn—

Oh.

He felt a smirk creep across his face, and glancing back he saw the same recognition dawning in Pidge's eyes. They exchanged a glance, and grinned. The green paladin put her hands on her hips. "Why do you need to know?"

"I need it!"

"Uh-uh!" Pidge snapped her fingers at him, chin jutting out as mischief sparkled in brown eyes. "Don't you think about running off doing no derring-do! We've been planning this fight for two months!"

With a resigned Keith and a grinning Hunk now watching too, Lance flung up his arms. "The public is in danger!"

"My evening's in danger!"

"You tell me where my armor is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!"

"'Greater good'?" The green paladin jabbed him in the chest. "I am your teammate. I am the greatest good you are ever gonna get!"

They stood there, mock-glaring at each other, until Shiro gave up trying to keep a straight face and began snickering into his hand. Hunk beamed at them. "You guys are crazy, you know that?"

"Aw, c'mon, Hunk, let's be honest—we're all mad here." Lance smirked at his friend and raised an eyebrow in Pidge's direction. "Seriously, though, where's my armor?"

"It's in my room." The green paladin yanked on her gauntlets and headed for the door. "I'll go get it."

Shiro's lips were still twitching as they headed to their respective Lions, but everyone seemed to settle down as Allura took the Castle through a wormhole and they launched into the fight. As planned, Pidge and Allura in the cloaked Green Lion circled wide and landed on the cruiser while the other four paladins engaged the cruiser's compliment of fighters. And, just as Allura predicted, they quickly found their hands full. Lance barely managed to avoid getting hit by one particularly determined Galra and felt a twinge of vengeful satisfaction as he nailed the jerk with an ice blast. Color flashed by, and he looked up to see the Red Lion chasing three fighters while being tailed by another.

"Keith, there's one on your six!"

"I'm aware of that!" The other paladin corkscrewed in an attempt to shake his pursuer, several blaster shots just barely skimming past. Lance could almost hear Keith's teeth grinding. "Kinda got my hands full!"

"Hey, look on the bright side," Pidge whispered into the comm. From her attempt at quiet, she and Allura were probably somewhere in the middle of the cruiser by now on their way to disable the ship's weaponry. "It's a target rich environment!"

"I'll give you target rich, you little—!"

Several fiery blasts burst from Red, and Lance had to dive out of the way as a half-melted fighter almost careened into Blue. "Hey, watch it!"

"Guys, get your heads in the game!" Shiro barked. "We need teamwork, not bickering!"

"Uh, guys, hate to break it to you, but there's another wave of fighters incoming." Hunk swung Yellow alongside Blue, the Lion's head jerking toward the cruiser. It was interesting how much the pilot and the Lion were connected, even to the point of the Lions mimicking some movements of their paladins. "Any idea what we should do?"

"We've got to split their forces somehow." Shiro smashed through a cluster of fighters that had been unwise enough to group up. The jawblade glinted in the light from the nearby twin suns before the fighters exploded in a really satisfying fireball. "Maybe create a diversion."

The word twigged at Lance's memory. More specifically, the part of his brain dedicated to the hundreds of hours he'd spend watching movies as a kid and at the Garrison with Hunk. He grinned. The hapless black paladin couldn't have set this up more perfectly if he'd tried.

"What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?"

For a moment, there was dead silence.

At the same time as Allura's bewildered "what?", Shiro snorted with laughter, almost drowning out Pidge and Hunk's snickers and Keith's loud groan. Lance grinned and fired off an ice blast at a fighter. Oh yeah. He was hilarious. And he wasn't done with this reference yet. "Hey, Hunk, you wanna do this?"

"I am totally in." He could hear the yellow paladin's broad grin. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yep!" Lance slammed his joysticks forward, and Blue shot into the midst of the fighters with Yellow hot on her heels. The Galra hesitated for a moment, apparently bewildered by such a strange maneuver, and Lance took full advantage as he careened through the thick of the pack, yelling with glee. "Oh yeah! Luau!"

"Lance!" Keith snapped. "Don't you—"

Lance grinned and raised his voice, effectively drowning out the red paladin's protests. "Iiiiif you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat, eat my buddy Yellow here because he is a treat!"

Even louder sputters of laughter came from Black's cockpit, the Lion practically shaking with her paladin's mirth as she hovered alongside Red. Keith was still trying to get a word in edgewise, and Lance was just as determined not to let him. "Come on down and dine on this tasty feline, all you have to do is get in line!"

It looked like the Galra were going to take him up on that offer. The fighters began to close in, some of them bringing their blasters back into play. Lance slowed a bit to stay closer to Yellow, taking advantage of the other Lion's better armor. "Are ya achin'—"

"Yup, yup, yup!" Hunk turned Yellow so the two Lions were back to back. Good. He'd picked up on what Lance had in mind.

"For some bacon?"

"Yup, yup, yup!"

The fighters were clumping up around them. Lance readied his hands on the joysticks, feeling Blue thrum in preparation. "He's a big cat!"

"Yup, yup!"

"You could be a big cat too! Oy!"

In perfect sync, the two Lions shot forward in opposite directions. Yellow smashed his way through the fighters that were unlucky enough to be in his path, while Blue arced up and around and tore off across open space with a pack of fighters hot on her tail. Lance glanced back and saw that most of their combatants had split up to pursue the two erratic Lions, and whooped.

"Oh yeah! The power of Disney, for the win! Hey Shiro, Keith, come and kick some honey buns!"

Shiro choked again, and Lance was pretty sure that it was Black and not her paladin that started off in pursuit of Hunk and his train of fighters. Keith muttered something incomprehensible and probably unflattering and tore after Lance. The blue paladin saw flashes of fire approaching from behind and pivoted Blue, joining ice and laser blasts to the fusillade. "Nice of you to join the party!"

"That was some idiot move, Lance!" Keith spun Red, kicking out at a fighter with the Lion's hind legs so that it crashed into another and sent both broken ships careening through space. "What the quiznak were you thinking?"

"Hey, dude, it worked!" Lance swept around the outside of the pack of fighters, who were now rather neatly corralled between the two Lions. "Hey, Pidge, Allura, how're you guys doing?"

Several grunts and a crash came from the girls' end. Keith cut in, tone edged with concern. "Guys, I thought you were going for stealth!"

"Sorry!" Lance heard Allura's staff impact someone's armor. "We kind of got ambushed, we're working on it."

"Do you need help?" Shiro got out, still a bit breathless from laughing.

"We're good!" Pidge's voice was tight but confident, with a sharp smirk audible even over the comms. "Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them!"

For the second time in as many minutes, there was a shocked silence. Then from Red's cockpit the solid thunk of a head hitting a control panel as Shiro again sputtered into helpless laughter. "Guys, you've gotta stop, I can't fight like this…"

"Hey Pidge!" Hunk called, "if you disable the shield around the ion cannon I can take it out."

Electricity crackled, and someone yelped. "On it."

"Wow, Pidge," Lance smirked, "you fight almost as well as a man."

"Funny." More crackles, and a scream. "I was gonna say the same thing about you!"

"You'll need a clear path in," Shiro said to the yellow paladin; Lance could still hear his leader's grin, though the older man was doing his best to keep his mirth under control. "I can take out the fighters and fly cover."

"Sounds good. I'll follow you."

"All right then." The sound of Shiro's grin became more pronounced as Black pivoted and shot toward the cruiser, jawblade at the ready. "Let's do this. To infinity and beyond!"

Lance's jaw dropped. Then he threw back his head and whooped. "Yeah, Shiro!"

Pidge cackled with glee. "That's how you do it!"

"Guys!" Keith yelled, "What. Even!"

"Ohhh!" For a supposedly mature, brilliant pilot, Shiro could do an excellent six-year-old impression. "You threw off my groove!"

More howls erupted from the yellow, green, and blue paladins. Lance wiped tears of laughter from his eyes and spun Blue toward Red. "I'm sorry, but you've thrown off the black paladin's groove! Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!"

"Wha—" Keith saw him coming too late, and the Lions crashed into each other. Red went tumbling before he and his paladin could right themselves. "Lance! What the h—"

"Ah ah ah, language!" Shiro definitely had an ear-to-ear grin as he smashed through a final cluster of fighters. "All right, Hunk you're up. Pidge, you got that shield down?"

"I think I found the right lever, hang on!"

Hunk, barreling toward the ion cannon, suddenly cried out and barely dodged a concentrated blast from the cannon's shield. "Hey! Wrong lever!"

"Gah! Sorry!" From the sound of it Pidge was clicking away at a keyboard while Allura dragged broken sentries and Galra bodies out of the hall. "Argh, why do they even have that lever… Okay, here you go!"

The shield rippled, then dissolved, and Yellow dove for the cannon. "Keep me covered, guys!" Hunk called to the others. "I'll handle the gun!"

"How're things on your end, Allura?" Shiro asked as Black, Blue, and Red circled up to keep the fighters away from Yellow. "Have you located the prisoners?"

"They're two decks below us," the princess replied. She sounded a bit breathless from the the fight, but her voice was firm and clear. "Pidge is extracting information from the command center now; we'll head down there once she's done."

"Hey, Shiro!" Hunk cut in. "I can't just smash this thing over, it's too thick. Could you lend your jawblade down here?"

"Sure thing."

The black and yellow paladins hacked away at the base of the cannon while Keith and Lance kept the fighters off their backs. Meanwhile the girls finished their work in the bridge and headed for the prison deck. Pidge reported that they'd found over forty prisoners and, since not all of them would fit in the Green Lion, they'd led the fitter ones to the cruiser escape pods. "We're launching them now. Just get that cannon out of commission! Green's fast enough to get out of the way if they fire at her, but the pods aren't!"

"We're almost done!" Shiro did a final pass in Black, leaving a glowing gash across its supports. "Think you can take it out now, Hunk?"

"You bet! Just get clear!"

Black swept up to join Blue and Red as Yellow's claws and booster rocket blazed into being, and the team heavy braced himself against the base of the cannon.

"Skadoosh!"

With a shudder of snapping metal, the cannon trembled, then tipped drunkenly sideways. Lance watched it drive through the center of the cruiser with Yellow's full force behind it and punched the air to Shiro and Pidge's renewed laughter. "Boo yeah!"

"Anything is possible when you have inner peace." The beaming yellow paladin lumbered in a victory arc with the exploding cruiser as his backdrop. "Hey, Pidge, Allura, you guys good?"

"Pods are clear," the princess replied. "We'll meet you back at the Castle."

"All right." Shiro had the stifled humor back in his voice again. "We did not die today. I call that an unqualified success!"

Gathering back together to head to the Castle, the other paladins joined in general laughter. Even Keith added a reluctant chuckle. "Really, guys, what even was all that?"

"The power of Disney, man!" Lance grinned back.

"In the middle of a fight?"

"Why not?"

The red paladin groaned. "Good grief. I'm surrounded by idiots."

Silence.

"Keith!"

A/N: This is, quite possibly, the dumbest thing I've ever written. If you can't tell, it was way too much fun. Also, the Voltron team are a pack of ridiculous nerds, and you just know that once they get Allura to Earth for some movie marathons she's going to be the worst of the lot.

I'm not going to even try to list off all the sources of these quotes. There were so many that I kinda lost track. Credit to Disney, Pixar, Dreamworks, and Marvel, I guess?

My brother- and sister-in-law, who are real life Lance and Pidge, do a perfect reenactment of the iconic super suit scene from The Incredibles, so the first part of this chapter was inspired by them. Dialogue tweaks (to that and any other modified quotes) were mine.

The credit for Keith's parting shot goes to FaceplantNINJA.

Oh yeah, and unless specified these oneshots don't happen at any particular point in the series.

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