Sorry about the wait, everyone—I've been busy with midterms. But now that I'm done with testing for the time being, I've got a couple new chapters opening up to the second part of the story. Also, I apologize if the commentary should be so short compared to the first one, but I couldn't think of any ideas. In any case, I hope you find it comical either way.

Commentary Part 2

As the cartoons got off the set and relieved themselves out of their costumes and into their normal attire, they began conversing with one another.

Po spoke to Fillmore. "You know, I think that went pretty well."

Fillmore sighed. "Yeah, although we had only a couple short cameos, and neither of us spoke."

"Yeah, well neither did I," said Shego sarcastically as she angrily went by them, "so join the club—whoop-dee-scoot."

Po and Fillmore looked at her with bland glares as she spoke.

"Eh," figured Po with a shrug, "she'll get over it."

"I can't remember. Does that mean my character won't appear again?" Raimundo asked Kim, Ron, and Foghorn.

"Not to—" started Foghorn—"I say, not to worry, son. Your character will appear—I say, appear again in part two of the story—the second part, that is."

Smirking, Raimundo was looking at Kim and Ron. "I had to ask."

"That reminds me, KP," smiled Ron to his girlfriend, "you did awesome back there."

"Really?" smirked Kim to her boyfriend. "You didn't do too bad yourself."

Passing by them, Ms. Mucus rubbed her sore head grumbling. "If you two 'r gonna make out, I'm gonna puke."

"Huh, never—" piped up the talkative white Rooster—"I say, I never saw such a sorehead. Hey, I made a funny—HAHAHAHAHA—sorehead, get it? That's a joke, sons and daughter!"

As Foghorn laughed at his own joke, the three teenagers just shrugged their shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah," drawled Walter sarcastically, "we're all impressed." The old Wolf then started to metaphorically hack up another lung all over Dag the Coyote.

"Hey," hissed Dag, "say it, don't spray it."

"Newsflash," said Vicky as she rudely shoved through them, "you were standing next to him. And another thing—WHEN AM I GONNA GET A REAL PART!?"

"Your part's coming up," said Hannibal, who was getting annoyed by Vicky's constant ranting and whining, "so change your attitude if you wanna keep it."

"Finally—" Danny said dully to Barnyard Dawg and Tarzan—"something all heroic characters and at least one villain can agree on."

Barnyard Dawg then pointed out. "All heroic characters plus one neutral character, if ya wanna pick any nits."

"You know," said Tarzan, "you actually make sense on that note."

Coming from off-screen, Freakshow smirked evilly. "Well don't get too comfortable with your characters, considering not all of them will survive in this story."

The three cartoon characters glared at him before Danny spoke. "Not if whoever's writing the script has anything to say about it, Freakshow."

"Yes," agreed Shere Khan, "indeed, young man."

"I don't about everyone else," shrugged Timmy, "but I thought the first part went okay."

"Yea," sneered a sarcastic Steelbeak, "easy for you ta say, kid. You didn't get clobbered by some teenage redhead."

"Or nearly got yer back broken by some freckle-faced tenderfoot, ya consarned sawed-off galoot!" complained Yosemite Sam.

Timmy crossed his arms and looked at Sam haughtily. "I know you are, but what am I?"

Sam looked dumbfounded by that statement as he took off his Stetson hat and scratched his head. "Ya know Imma what?"

T-Bone snickered. "In other words he called you a sawed-off galoot."

"WHAT!?" yelled Sam. "Why I oughta grab ya'll sassin' frassin' brackin' frackin' do-gooders by yer dag-blasted ornery—!"

Before he could rant away, Yosemite Sam was muffled by his own hat as Razor pulled it over his head (and the rest of the bandit's sawed-off body for that matter).

As Aladdin, Jasmine, Omi, and Kimiko laughed at that, the smaller orange SWAT Kat smirked slyly. "You're welcome."

"One hour before parts two and three are up!" called the director from off-screen.

"Looks like—" started Foghorn—"I say, looks like we got a little time to kill—spare, that is."

"Then I suggest you use it wisely—" said Pitch in an eerie tone passing by—"time waits for no one."

Everyone stood in place for a moment before Francis broke the silence. "I guess I didn't need the bathroom after all."

Mary looked at him weirdly before taking a wide side-step away from him.