Back again because I've procrastinated long enough. Really I don't have much of an excuse, I'm just lazy. So good news is, there's another chapter. Bad news is, I have no idea what to write. I do believe it's time for the making it up as I go along and hoping it's not a complete waste of time. Anyway. Do enjoy the chapter.

In a dark room lit only by candles…

The candle light flickered ever so softly on the Ouija board. The triangle that directed the operator's attention to specific letters stayed still. The cabbage man had not yet asked his question. "Are you sure this works, Aunt Wu?"

"Oh of course," Aunt Wu lied. "Every time. Now give me five dolla'."

The cabbage man pouted at the over-price séance, but reached into his cabbagey pocket to pull out a five dollar bill. He placed the filthy—because all money is filthy—bill in her palm and continued onward.

"Ask your question!" Aunt Wu commanded theatrically.

"I want to know whether the whole world will submit to the awesomeness of cabbages," the cabbage man answered promptly.

Aunt Wu bit her tongue to keep herself from laughing at her valued customer. Cabbages? Yeah, right. Aunt Wu took a deep breath. "OH Great Spirits!" she cried. "Answer this man's question!"

She closed her eyes and gradually pushed on the triangle. She knew exactly how far to go for each letter. She had done this a million times. But with her eyes closed, no one suspected that she fixed the answers to what they wanted to hear. The triangle slid slowly towards three letters that spelled out "yes."

"SWEET JESUS! HOORAY!"

I interrupt this story to give you a personal message from the author. By using the phrase "sweet Jesus" in this story, I feel obligated to say that I do not intend to cause offense to anyone, Christen, Pagan, or any other religious affiliation. This is simply a phrase which I find entertaining and do often like to say and is in no way shape or form used to insult anyone. If I have offended anyone, I sincerely apologize and hope that I have not ruined your day. Thank you for pausing in your enjoyment of the story to read this note. Continue.

In the city jail…

"Honestly, we need neighbors who are more fun," Toph remarked.

"But maybe we shouldn't sing so loud at night," Aang said.

Toph nodded. "Yeah, probably. They could be a little bit less uptight though. I mean, do they ever have fun?"

Aang pretended to pause and consider. "Hmm… no."

Toph laughed.

"Ok," said the cop, coming over to the bars. "You each get one phone call."

"Who do we call?" Aang asked.

"Well, Katara usually bails me out of jail. I'll call her and we'll use your call for prank calling."

"Good plan."

Toph picked up the phone and dialed. Katara answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, Kat. See, Aang and I are in jail and we would love it if you could come down and join the party, oh and bring your credit card."

Toph could practically hear Katara's eyes roll as she sighed. "I'm coming."

"Thanks." Toph hung up. She turned to Aang with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Who are we prank calling?"

"Who but our lovely neighbors who invited us to this party."

Aang picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello?"

"Is your refrigerator running?"

"Huh?"

"Do you have Prince Albert in a can?"

"What the—"

"Are you pro-life or pro-choice?" Toph yelled into the receiver.

"Who is this?"

"If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"

"Uh…"

"If Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers, then how many freaking packs of pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?" Toph added.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks, it is the East and Juliet is the sun."

"Friends, Romans, country men, lend me your ears."

The phone clicked. Aang and Toph fell over, crippled with laughter. The cops stared at them, wondering when jail had become so fun.

At a nearby book store…

"As you can see students," Professor Zei said gesturing to the vast shelves, "these are books."

"Coughduhcough."

"What was that, Haru?"

"Nothing, Professor. I think I'm getting sick."

The Professor narrowed his eyes. "Hmmm… well, see to it that you don't get the others sick."

"Yes, Professor."

At a more interesting place, say, the city jail…

Katara stepped up to the desk at the police station.

"Can I help you?" the desk clerk said boredly.

"I'm here to bail out my two friends, Toph and Aang."

"Oh, the singing people," the clerk said, the bare whispers of a smile gracing his features.

"That would be them."

Just then a loud outburst of singing could be heard beyond the doors:

"YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY RIGHT ROUND LIKE A RECORD BABY RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND!"

"They've been doing that all night," the clerk commented. "Plus some musicals. And the B52s."

"They're Toph's favorites," Katara replied. "How much to get them out?"

The clerk glanced down at some lists. "Five-hundred each. Honestly, most of the officers would pay you to take them."

Katara grinned. "I'll have to see if I can keep them quiet tonight."

The clerk nodded. "Spencer!" he shouted to a nearby cop. "Go get the divas. Someone's here to bail them out."

The cop nodded and disappeared into the back doors.

"Just sign here," the clerk said.

Katara signed.

"HEY, IT'S KATARA!" Toph shouted.

Hmmm… I think that's as much randomosity as I can handle for now. New chapter, maybe this weekend if I can manage. Some of the crank call lines are quoted from Shakespeare, namely Romeo and Juliet and The Tragedy of Julius Caesar. And the song line at the end is from "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead or Alive. I believe that's all the stuff I do not own and if I missed something, oh well, I don't particularly care. And if there are a billion typos, sorry you'll have to correct me. Oh and my other story, Because I Don't Make Mistakes, is back and going strong again. I took a little break is all because life is stressful enough and… well you don't care. But read it if you will. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please do review.