This one is about Flowey (Undertale) and Bandit Keith (YGOTAS) searching for a magical ring in a Restaurant
"Why exactly do you think it would be in here?" Flowey asked, as Bandit Keith walked around the Restaurant, peeking into several corners, hoping to find the ring they were searching. "Of all places, why in this Restaurant?"
"Because" Bandit Keith answered, with his gruff american voice "It has to be somewhere in America. This was just the first place I saw. In America.".
"Why would the ancient magical ring have to be in america?!" The yellow Flower nearly lost his mind, as he tried to jump out of the flower pot he was trapped in, standing on the table.
"Because all magical and powerful things come from America." The American stated. "Like Disneyland, or Wrestling, or the secret of how Donald Trumps hair stays on his head. In America."
With that Keith picked up a table cloth, only to find a table underneath.
"But at this rate, searching through all of America is going to take forever!" Flowey shouted, a vein forming on one of his petals. "Aside from the fact that it could be in any other place just as well."
The only reason Flowey stayed with this imbecile anyway was that he hoped to absorb his soul when he died. Stupid or not, his soul was human nonetheless, and could potentially help him to great power. After being defeated by that pesky human Frisk however, he wasn't nearly strong enough to kill a human himself. He would just have to stay and wait for him to die on his own. "Not that a little push in the right direction wasn't possible from time to time..." He thought, as he spotted a deep fryer in the kitchen.
"Hey! Human, I think I saw something sparkle in that fry cooker over there, could you get it? It might well be the ring." Flowey persuaded Bandit Keith.
"Of course. In America." He answered, running into the kitchen, only to come back moments later with a couple of french fries in his bare fist. "Nope. The ring wasn't there. Looks like we'll have to continue searching. In America."
"What?!" Flowey was stunned, looking at Keiths fat glistening arm nervously. "Why isn't your arm deep fryed?"
"Americans have a natural protection against any sort of fat." He explained, stuffing a french fry in his mouth. "God bless America."