A/N: What has Sokka gotten himself into? Another story from our twisted minds. This one is kinda short.

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

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'Why did I go into that hogmonkey pen?' Sokka thought as he ran for his threw a boomerang at them by accident, and now they were bleeding, fast and furious.

Speaking of 'fast and furious', Aang had forced him to watch something called a 'moovy' that was named Fast and Furious. He said Korra made him, whoever that was.

The name Korra sounded suspiciously familiar to the now 70-year old Sokka - didn't a village just have a baby named Korra born...?

'Wait,' Sokka thought,' Didn't Aang die?

He was going to in a few days.

Wait, that didn't make any sense. How did he even know this stuff? Perhaps it was the grass spirits, they told him everything.

Sokka then realised that he was still being chased by the hogmonkeys.

Sokka was surprised. Usually it took all his concentration to put one foot in front of the other, much less run without his entire focus on the process. He was excited at this new found ability and started to make faces at the angry hogmonkies behind him.

A man his age really should have stayed home and watched the grandchildren, even though his grandchildren would punch and kick him. There were horrible little monsters actually who took after their grandmother. The oldest kid actually taught herself how to fight like a Kyoshi Warrior, and then proceeded to bully her poor, poor father around with her new-found skills. He thought about it for a moment and finally decided that he liked the hogmonkies a lot better.

Maybe he could befriend them! Sokka skidded to a stop, turning around and holding his arms out wide for his patented Hogmonkey Hug.

The hog monkeys started jumping up and down and made sounds like the Tusken Raiders.

Sokka recognized the signs. They wanted food! Meat, to be precise. Sokka started making hog monkey noises, asking what they wanted to eat.

"The Avatar!" the leader hogmonkey screamed.

Sokka shrugged, "Well, he is going to die in a few da-" he was cut off by screaming Aang who teleported on his head. Sokka shoved Aang towards the hogmonkeys. "There, your meal delivered right on time!"

The hog monkeys frown and make more noises, translating to "No! There's a special brand of meatcall The Avatar! We could never eat the person!"

Aang, agile for his age, kept screaming and writhing, for he was an extreme vegan and wouldn't allow any meat to be eaten. "I - uh - " Sokka struggled to hold Aang down. "WHERE CAN I GET THIS 'AVATAR' BRAND?!"

"MY BRAND!" the hogmonkeys shouted, while holding out a box towards Sokka.

Sokka picks up the box and says, "This is a box of Corn Flakes."

"SHADDAHP!" All of the hogmonkeys chorused, except for one that leaned forward and whispered loudly, "They're in denial."

"Wait, this isn't Corn Flakes, " Sokka realizes. "It's Coco Pebbles! "

"That would explain why they look like moose-lion pellets..." the leader hogmonkey mused.