Hehe. Back again. Well… I have no idea when this thing will end… which I suppose is good if you like it, but bad if it becomes drawn out. I will try to start wrapping things up before I overstay my welcome if I haven't already. Anyway. There is more psychoticy (it may not really be a word but it is in my perfect world… ok it's not perfect) in store and have fun.

In the middle of the night…

Katara frowned thoughtfully at the ceiling. She was lying flat on her back on their bed, thinking. Zuko glanced over at her. "What is it?"

Katara sighed and looked at him. "Are we ever going to get married?"

Zuko blanched. "You… you want to?"

"Yeah. And have kids. My biological clock is ticking, Zuko."

He gaped. "Uh…"

Katara gazed at him expectantly. "You know what I like?"

"Uh, what?"

"I like jazz. Do YOU like jazz, Zuko?"

"Umm… I guess so."

"ZUKO!" came a celestial shout. Zuko looked up the ceiling which had now been replaced by a vast landscape of stars. In the center was a large face. Ozai's. "ZUKO!"

Zuko blinked and the face disappeared. He woke up. Katara had been shaking him furiously. He looked around dumbly in the dark.

"Zuko!" Katara whispered fiercely. "Stop thrashing in your sleep!"

"Oh, sorry."

Katara rolled her eyes.

In Jet's evil lair, which, if you remember, is his tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny dressing room…

Jet gazed at a small golden key. He turned it over hypnotically in his coarse hands.

"Little, little key

How pretty you can be

Won't you open up to me

The secrets I can't see?"

The key glowed mysteriously and opened up a watermelon-sized portal in the air before him. Jet gazed into it and saw a beautiful girl. She was young, his age give or take a few years. She was small too, a dainty little thing, like a princess. She was alone. No one was with her at all. She was by herself in a red room. The walls were covered in deep red and paint, the carpet a shaggy blood red, the furniture draped in red silk. Clearly, red was a top runner amongst her favorite colors. The girl was seated at a desk, writing in what looked to be a diary. Her hand flicked effortlessly as it penned out each word she wanted to write. Jet leaned closer to the portal, intrigued by the beautiful girl. He leaned so close that he fell through the portal and into her room.

At the State Legislature Board of Complaints…

The desk clerk gazed at a sad little man. But honestly, he had it coming. A request to make cabbages the state vegetable? Ridiculous. One, there was no such this as a state vegetable. Two, even if there was, CABBAGES? No one likes cabbages, particularly state senators and representatives that refuse to model good behavior and eat their vegetables, let alone such an acquired taste as cabbage. YECH!

"I'm sorry, sir," the clerk said kindly. "The petition fell through. Maybe you can propose it again under new administration in a few years."

"Yeah, ok," the man muttered solemnly and started to walk away. As he exited the Statehouse, a thought occurred to him. "THAT FORTUNE-TELLER LIED TO ME!"

In Azula's red, red room…

Azula's head whipped around rapidly as something large and heavy fell onto her floor. It was a man. She leapt to her feet. "WHAT THE HELL?" she shrieked as one tends to shriek when strange men fall from your ceiling in a crumpled heap without rhyme or reason.

"Oahhhg," the man replied, trying to stand.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? Scratch that," she added. "SECURITY!"

Jet managed to stand and become aware of his situation. "Wait, please, I can explain."

Azula turned her attention back to him. "Why should I? Do you know who I am?"

"Actually no," Jet admitted. "But I really didn't mean to fall on your floor."

"No," Azula retorted. "You just meant to sneak in and kidnap me or whatever."

"No, that's not it either."

"How did you get in here?" she demanded.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to explain," Jet insisted. "You see, this key is supposed to be a portal to anywhere in the world, but I didn't mean to end up here and I'm kind of lost."

Azula looked at him like he had several heads.

"You… don't believe me, do you?"

"Oh no, I believe every psycho who breaks into my house and insists that he got here by means of a magical key," she said sarcastically.

"No, look I'll show you," Jet insisted. He was not making a good impression and damn this girl was beautiful. For once his thoughts had completely abandoned Katara. Jet held forth the key and recited a ridiculous rhyme. A watermelon-sized portal appeared between them. Azula gazed at it in wonder. It revealed two young women, one who periodically shouted at birds and another who owned a hotdog cart.

"That's Mai and Ty Lee," Azula muttered under her breath. "I haven't seen them in years." She looked at Jet. "Who are you?"

Jet smiled. "My name is Jet, and you are…"

At a popular Karaoke Bar…

After being bailed out of jail, Toph along with Aang was dropped off at her usual karaoke bar to get the singing out of system as per usual when she was arrested. "THE TIRES ARE THE THINGS ON YOUR CAR THAT MAKE CONTACT WITH THE ROAD! YOUR CAR IS THE THING ON THE ROAD THAT TAKES YOU TO YOUR ABODE!" Toph finished. The bar's regulars clapped hysterically. They loved Toph.

Toph bounced off the stage, letting the next person take her place. She joined Aang at a nearby table and sat on his lap. Aang wrapped a protective arm around her waist.

"We are the champions my friends!" the person on stage belted out to the delight of the onlookers.

Toph nestled her head in the small dip between Aang's neck and shoulder. She sighed.

"Hey, Toph!" someone shouted.

Toph lifted her head up and place her feet on the ground so she might recognize whoever was coming her way.

"Who's this hunk of man-flesh?" Song asked flirtatiously.

Toph rolled her blind eyes. "Not yours," she said.

Song looked offended. "Now what would give you the idea that I was interested in your hunky man?"

Aang blushed fiercely.

"Oh, come now, isn't Haru enough?"

Song shrugged. "I guess…" She sighed sarcastically, then laughed. "Good to see you back in the city, Aang."

"Thanks Song. Don't ever do that again though."

"Do what?" she asked innocently.

Ok, yeah so, sorry that Song came off like a whore. I really didn't know what to do with her, actually, first time I've ever used her in a fanfic. Also sorry if you don't like her matched up with Haru, they'll never be mentioned again in this fic, I just needed names and I didn't feel like making people up at this point. And a by the way, I'm sure you all know that "We are the Champions" by Queen isn't mine, but the song Toph was singing earlier is called "Contact" and it's by a band called Phish. Blame my friend for getting it stuck in my head. The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road... Anyway, please review because then I smile and I really do have a beautiful smile. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more.