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Pilar: Hey everyone! I'm back, and I feel great! My cold is gone, and I can get on with my life. I just want to thank ColtGal, Lionessmon, Knight, Airgirl, Bakubear, and storm-of-insanity

Iroh: I wanna do the disclaimer! Everyone else got to do it!

Zuko: I didn't!

Pilar: Fine, you're lucky Iroh. If you weren't one of my favorite characters…

Iroh: Yes! Pilar does not own the Avatar, or pretty much anything else. But, we are going to start the Iroh and Zuko show

Zuko: Not this again…
Iroh: Oh come on! I even made a theme song

Pilar: I'm going to have us go straight to the story before Iroh sings, and before I forget! I decided to put in the story of how Iroh got a pen stuck in his ear, eventually.

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Bang I'm in a place Bang filled with stupid people Bang who can't make up their stupid minds. Zuko was banging his head on a tree again, not too far from the campsite where his enemies and Uncle were. They were arguing the best way to get the little boy to his home.

The little boy's home was about, 50 miles from where they were. It's a little town called Tong, where it is home to earth benders.

Aang was arguing how they could just fly there in about a day and a half. But Iroh pointed out that the little village Tong was also home to the Fire benders that took over the little town. As soon as Katara heard that, she suggested that they could walk to the village that it might take awhile, but at least Aang would be safe. Sokka, was on no side at all, because, he did not trust Iroh at all.

Bang "Ouch! Dammit!" Zuko cursed. Zuko's wound on his head was still sore. Then all of a sudden, Zuko felt a presence around him. He looked down and saw the little boy looking up at him. He wanted to smack himself again, the pain stopped him. I forgot where he was! How can I just forget him!

"You didn't hear that! I said darn it" Zuko said. But the little boy opened his mouth and said

"Dammit!" the little boy giggled.

"No! Don't say that!" Zuko hushed. Great! I'm such a wonderful role model. His mother will kill me he thought.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!" the little boy chanted.

"No! That's a bad word. Don't you want to say darn it? It's so much better than…you know," Zuko explained. "Look, don't say that. You wouldn't want me to get in trouble with my Uncle, would you?" Zuko asked.

The little boy looked up at him and understood. Then, from inside his shirt, he pulled out a ragged teddy bear. The little boy hugged he bear, and swung side to side. So that's where he was off to…He must of went back somewhere while we were at the Post to get his teddy bear, and yet somehow he come back to me. What a strange boy.

"Come on, we should go back to the campsite," and Zuko took the little boy's hand again and lead him the way.

"It's no fair" said Zuko. The little boy looked up questionably. "I want to go home so badly, but I can't. But you can. You can see you're mom, and dad, and home."

They were walking through the woods. It seemed so peaceful, and the boy seemed to understand everything he said. The sun hit the leaves in certain way, giving the forest a beautiful green look that seemed to wash over Zuko and the little boy.

"You see," Zuko started, not knowing why he was explaining his life to a little boy. "I was banished from my home, because I stood up for what I believed in. But I guess what I believed in was wrong. And the only way I can go back home, is to capture the Avatar, and bring him to my home. It stands against everything my mother taught me, but I'm just so tired…" Zuko explained. The little boy nodded, even thought he was probably too young to understand. But, Zuko felt better, lighter. They entered the campsite, and everyone seemed to be where he left them.

"How do you know we can trust this fire bender?" Sokka asked.

"We don't" said Aang. "But we have to decide something,"

"But my instincts-" Sokka started, but was caught off by his sister.

"What do your instincts tell you, oh great and mighty Sokka?" Katara mocked. "Your instincts are usually never right, and it seems that it's yo9ur hatred talking than your instincts." She pointed out.

Zuko made a cough, but no one heard. So he said loudly, "I'll take the little boy." Everyone made a protest.

"How can we trust you?" Katara protested.

"Yeah, why do you care about a little kid?" Sokka asked.

"I'm not sure, but at least I'm going to do something, rather than sit around and talk about it." Zuko answered.

"I have an idea!" Iroh finally said, and he put his cup of tea down. "What if we travel together?" Everyone's face was in shock. "It won't be for long!" Iroh added quickly. "If we just made a pact that we work together, and not hurt each other as long as we get the little boy to his home. Then, after that, we can all become enemies again if you want."

"Well, we could keep an eye on the boy, and Zuko," Katara pointed out.

"Yeah! It could be fun," Aang chipped in.

"Yeah, barrels of fun," Sokka said sarcastically. "Now, as the leader of the group-"

"Leader?" Zuko interrupted.

"Yes, leader. Now as I was saying. My instincts tells me we should just fly half way there, and land somewhere, where the village won't see Appa, and we'll walk the rest of the way." Sokka explained.

"Wow, Sokka's instincts sound actually sensible Aang" Katara mocked.

"Not a bad idea, coming from a peasant," Zuko agreed.

"Thank you," Sokka said proudly. "Hey!"

Everyone was about to pack up and get ready to put their plan into action when Iroh spoke up.

"And what about the boy?" everyone looked at him.

"What do you mean Uncle? I didn't lose him…again," Zuko nervously said. He didn't want to make the others think that he was an idiot for losing a small child.

"No, not that," Iroh said, he looked down at the boy, and ruffled his brown hair. "I mean, we should give him a name. We can't just call him it, or boy." Zuko looked down at the cute little boy.

"He doesn't need a name" Zuko said flatly.

"I think you're just afraid of getting attached to the little boy, Prince Zuko," Iroh commented. Aang, Katara, and Sokka were watching the two relatives, seeing who would cave first.

"I'm not afraid of anything!" Zuko snarled.

I got him right where I want him Iroh thought. "Ok then, give the little boy a name," Iroh challenged.

"Fine!" Zuko yelled. "I will!" and he went a few feet away pacing, trying to think of a name.

"You just need to know the right buttons to push with my nephew," Iroh said to Katara. But, Katara was thinking of a name.

"How about, little John?" Katara suggested.

"What kind of name is that? Sounds foreign." Sokka said outraged. "He needs a warrior's name. How about…my name. Sokka junior!" Sokka suggested. Aang and Katara shook their heads. The little boy shook his head, for he was afraid of that name.

"How about Lee?" Aang suggested, but Katara shook her head.

"The name needs to describe this little boy, something simple…" she thought.

"I know what to name him," Zuko announced. Everyone looked at him. "Ping,"

"What kind of name is that?" Sokka asked.

"It means peaceful," Zuko replied. He went over to the little boy, and bent over to him, so that they were face to face. "How do you like that name Ping?" Zuko asked.

The little boy gave a wonderful smile, and clapped his hands. "Well, I guess that settles it" Aang said, and left to go start packing.

"I wanted Sokka junior," said Sokka, and he kicked a tree, but missed, and ended up kicking a rock.

"Ouch!" said Sokka, jumping up and down holding his foot.

"Dammit!" Ping yelled, and everyone stared at him.

"What did he say?" Katara asked, with her blue eyes wide.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Zuko said hurriedly covering Ping's mouth. "He said darn it, didn't you ear it?" Silence. "Umm…I'm going to go help Aang pack." And Zuko took off after Aang, making sure he took the little boy with him.

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Pilar: Thanks for reading my story everyone!

Sokka: You idiot! You put a post office in the story?

Pilar: Shut up! I meant to only put Post, and use the same thing what the people in Harry Potter used with the owls. I'm sorry everyone.

Sokka: And storm-of-insanity is right! How could you lose a child?

Zuko: I didn't mean to! I'm not very good with children!

Katara: obviously

Sokka: I say, we all blame Pilar

Pilar: You better watch what you say, or else you might end up like Sailor Moon.

Sokka: I thought the series ended a while ago.

Pilar: Ha! Only the ones who believe what they are told.

Aang: Why what happened?

Pilar: Well, it happened a few days ago when Sailor Moon and I were hanging out. I was trying to do a fan fiction about her. We were coming up with ideas when she thought of something clever. You know the hand signs she makes, ever time she transforms, or before the battle starts, she has those weird hand signs?

Aang and Sokka: Yeah…

Pilar: Well, she made a new hand sign, which she liked to use it at me, a lot

Sokka: I don't get it

Pilar: She was giving me the middle finger you idiot! So anyway, I told her 'Sailor Moon, you betta not be giving that finger at me again, or you'll pay' and she just giggled. A couple of days ago, I was hanging out at Borders with Iroh, when she passed by, giving me that damn new hand sign at me, and I just happened to have a gun in my hand…(A big bang came from the back of the imaginary room with Iroh pulling a huge garbage bag, that had long yellow golden hair with red jewels poking out of the garbage bag.)
Aang: Iroh…what is that?

Iroh: This…well this is…Pilar what is this?

Pilar: It's toys for the children

Iroh: Yeah, yes! Toys for the good boys and girls

Sokka: But what is that? Is that hair?

Iroh: Uhhhh its hair from one of the dolls

Pilar: Yes. Iroh, why don't you take the toys and put it in the back so we can destroy the body; I mean evidence; I mean….destroy the germs on the toys. (Pilar goes and helps Iroh drag the garbage bag into somewhere unknown, while Sokka and Aang are scared)

Zuko: Just so everyone knows, so Pilar doesn't get sued, or arrested, everything in this fan fiction is fake and made up! Now go wait for the next chapter.