A/N: More craziness ensues. Not even I truly know what was happening in this chapter. Remember, take nothing in this too seriously. It's pure crack.

Thank you to all you guys who contributed a sentence. This chapter was a combined effort between: Lumosify, Snugglesthefluffykitten, albedineity, siempie78, skyoria

Toph cleaned her toes. It was a sacred practice, and she had to give it the full devotion it deserved. Toph loved her practice, and could never understand why people chose to pick their nose instead- that's plain nasty!

Suddenly, a platypus bear ran in and started making "xaxaxaxa" sounds.

Toph jumped to her feet an said, "PERRY THE PLATYPUS BEAR?"

"No! Me pap be Perry," the platypus bear explained. "Me mam be Hogmonkey Queen."

"So, you're The Prince of platypuses and hogmonkeys? Or are you the princess?"

"Secretly prince of platypus. Public prince of hogmonkey." the platypus bear answered. No one was completely sure how they could talk, but no one cared enough to ask.

The Platypus Bear started to speak in a Russian accent "XAXAXA I VONT TELL YUO ANYVAY! XAXAXA!"

"Well, I don't care much for whatever language you're speaking." Toph started derping. She was tired of working.

Toph asked the weird Platypus Bear if he had ever seen a 'Bigfoot'.

The platypus bear conjured a weird red banner with a yellow sign on it, "ALL HAIL COMMUNISM," to everyone's confusion.

Iroh leaped out of nowhere and bowed down to the flag. "All hail Vladimir Lenin the Platypus Bear!"

Toph stared at the flag too, hypnotised, "Mother... Russia... good..." She almost bowed down, when she realized her toes still needed to be picked! They must be attended to at once!

"Communists! Communists! Everybody likes communists!" Guru Pathik soared through the air on his cloud. He had six arms, and was holding a lotus flower and a sitar among other things.

Toph stomped her foot into the ground, sending a boulder in his face, "I don't."

"Neither do I!" Sokka said. "I just love meat!"

"Do you ever wonder why we exist?" Aang asked thoughtfully. He had been sitting in a nearby tree with Katara all of this time.

The platypus bear shook his head in disapproval, "Mother Russia does not approve."

"Hopefully not to be communists." Katara replied.

"YOU EXIST TO SERVE COMMUNISTS AVATAR!" shouted a Dai Li agent. He wasn't very smart.

But he was 9-years old and named Kevin. Kevin was a 9-year-old prodigy. In fact, he was such a prodigy that he had become a Dai Li agent. Once, he even got to draw on sleeping Sokka's face, for which he was never forgiven. One day, he visited the Jasmine Dragon and was hit by a mine turtle Iroh threw out. But now he had a new mission: to stop the evil commies. He had to go undercover. So, he disguised himself in red and hoped no one thought he was Fire Nation. But the commie platypus bear ate him anyway. He kicked and screamed in the commie platypus bear's stomach, but no one heard him.

The platypus bear called his commie friend, Pooh Bear - he wore red shirts everyday with pride - using his extremely loud voice. Pooh Bear was not happy he had to stop eating his honey.

So in an act of vengeance, Pooh Bear extracted Kevin from commie platypus bear's stomach.

Then, Toph conjured a boulder and crushed the platypus bear. Why was Toph in the Fire Nation? Oh, that's right, she was here to send her metalbending recruits on an unsupervised, dangerous quest. As if on cue, Toph's students appeared behind her.

But the bear was actually Viggo Mortensen. Who, as it turns out, is Kevin's Arch-Nemesis; ever since Viggo became a shapeshifter.

Kevin gasped and attacked him, forgetting that Viggo was still in bear form. Not to mention that Kevin was nine and Viggo the bear had been smashed underneath a boulder.

"Take that, Viggo!" Kevin said, blowing a raspberry. Finally, his life long quest for vengeance was over...

Everyone else was confused. Kevin was a prodigy, but...why was this so easy for him? There was no plot in this story! But was there ever really a plot, if you thought about it?

Everyone decided to stop thinking, because not thinking is good for the soul. And, Teen Girl magazine told them to.