A/N: Aang wakes up to a night of crying and slaps. Here's another chapter to epic adventures :D

Thank you to all you guys who contributed a sentence. This chapter was a combined effort between: skyoria, Lumosify, Snugglesthefluffykitten, Albedineity, zotrills, Ciloron

Aang woke with a groan as he heard the crying coming from the crib down the hall. He never should've agreed to babysit. Who knew Sokka and Suki's child was such a menace?

He WAS babysitting, right? It wasn't his kid?

Kids, Aang corrected himself. He was also entrusted with taking care of the toddler Hope, whose family had somehow tracked him down. She kept disappearing every five minutes.

Suddenly, a phone rang to Aang's surprise - phones weren't invented until about 50 years forwards. Of course, a future Avatar had told him this in a dream. Aang wasn't completely sure how, but it happened.

How did the old Avatar know about the future and how in the monkeyfeathers did a phone get here? Ok, maybe Korra wasn't THAT old, but why did she feel the need to tell him? She felt the need to tell him everything, actually, because apparently his older self's spirit was destroyed or something. Aang didn't really understand the finer details.

After few minutes of contemplating, Aang decided to pick up the phone, which stopped ringing a few seconds ago. "Hello?" No one answered. "HELLO?" Nothing happened, so Aang threw the phone out the window.

Aang heard the Wilhelm Scream, but didn't know what it was. Then he realised it was coming from the babies.

When Aang turned away from the window, the phone was back in it's place. Spirit phones, Aang thought as he rubbed his temples.

Meanwhile, the babies kept screaming. Aang heard a choking noise. He freaked out.

It turned out to be the fishes who were disturbed by the screaming babies. Were the fish choking on the babies and that's why they're screaming? Oh no, the poor fish would die choking on babies!

Aang rushed outside only to find that the babies were eating the fish. He screamed and fainted.

"Sweetie," Aang heard softly in his ear, before he felt a hard slap across his face.

"Katara, you really need to get that checked," Aang groaned, sitting up.

"Where's our baby?" Katara asked.

"We had sex?" Aang asked in shock.

"I think you have amnesia," Katara frowned at him. "Maybe a good slap will cure that." She slapped him again.

The crying started again but this time, it sounded deeper than a child's voice. It was Ozai, who had been hiding in the closet.

Suddenly, Azula jumped down from the ceiling where she's been hiding, and stomped her way to Ozai. "I've been searching for you everywhere! You were supposed to escort me to the Fire Nation father-daughter ball tonight," she said as she dragged him out of the closet.

Ozai sobbed even harder, "I had to run away!"

"But why would you run from a party?!" Azula asked.

"There were too many hippo cows!" he cried. Ozai suddenly turned to look at Aang, "Avatar, I order you to keep the hippo-cows away from me!"

Aang just smiled and nodded at the ex Fire Lord, not sure what he meant.

"But what about the Fire Nation Father-Daughter Ball?" Azula asked while stomping her foot like a child.

"I...uh...they cancelled it," Ozai hastily blurted. "The boys of the Fire Nation started a riot because father-son relationships are never promoted...we had to go take care of that, it was crucial for upholding our country..."

Azula narrowed her eyes, "Are you saying that you are taking Zuko to a ball instead of me?!"

"YOU BETTER BE!" Zuko jumped out of a kitchen cabinet. He was followed by a large mob of Fire Nation boys. "FATHER-SON RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD BE BUILT, INSTEAD OF FATHER-DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIPS! I MEAN, LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU TWO BECAUSE OF THAT!"

Meanwhile, Aang and Katara were edging to the to the window, hoping to escape unnoticed.

"AANG! KATARA!" Zuko bellowed. "DON'T YOU THINK FATHER-SON RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD BE BUILT IN THE FIRE NATION?" He was trying his best to get laryngitis. He had to play the Tsungi horn at the dance and wanted anything but to be there watching all the smiling father-daughter couples, something he never had. Azula always rubbed the dance in his face. Not to mention the follow-up Father-Daughter Party she would host, barely a week after the actual dance. Just to rub it in a little more.

Aang started coughing to hide his nervousness, "Uh- Well, Zuko, I don't know how to break this to you, but..." Aang glanced at the fuming Azula.

"I'm going to be at that dance with my own daughter," Aang confessed.

"You do remember!" Katara exclaimed, slapping him in delight.

"What's with all the slaps?" Aang said as he pushed Katara away from him.

Zuko stopped yelling at everyone and looked at Aang in confusion, "I thought she was just a newborn?"

"Is she still not my daughter?" Aang asked looking back at Zuko just the same.

"No, but does she know how to dance?" Zuko elaborated. He was genuinely confused. "Besides, I know that you are roughly the same height as her, but aren't you going to have some difficulties?"

"Burn!" Sokka shouted!

"Our daughter knows how to dance," Katara said, affronted. "I taught her to dance. She's a natural. So is our son."

"Wait, we have a son too?" Aang asked. Now it was his turn to be genuinely confused.

Katara groaned, because her hand hurt too much to slap anymore.