The lights turned back on as the audience clapped and cheered, revealing both reporters ready to... Well, report. Carol, however, was seemingly unaware her back was turned against the camera.

"We're back, everybody!" Carol chirped.

"Um, yeah, we are, Carol," Catherine remarked as the audience chuckled. "Anyway, next team is Rock N' Rofl! Good luck!"

The lights turned off and, again, a screen popped up, revealing Luan and Luna smiling at the camera. However, while Luan looked like she was having a fun time, Luna looked like she just rolled her eyes with a forced smile.

"A teenager with a passion for music and a comedian who tries way too hard to be funny form an unlikely partnership today! Will they cause a laughing riot with their dichotomy? Give a round of applause to Team 3: Rock N' Rofl!"

The audience cheered as it cut to the shadowed stage, with Luna and what looked like Luan shrouded in shadows. Once the lights turned on, it was revealed that while Luna wore her normal attire, Luan was wearing a very baggy, light blue sweater.

"Good morning, everyone-" Luna greeted, up until she spotted Luan. "Wait, what?"

"Nice to see you today, everyone!" the comedian chirped.

"What's with that getup, Luan?"

"Well, I wanted to be prepared just in case we got a cold reception, hahaha! Get it?"

The ensuing silence spoke for itself.

"Anyway, I'm Luna!"

"And I'm the wife of a eskimo! Name's Luan!"

"And we're Rock N' Rofl!" the duo posed as the audience cheered and clapped, with Luna saying after the applauding stopped, "Nice to meet you today, everyone!"

"Yeah, nice to be here today! Right in the himalayas!" Luan added.

Luna shot a confused look at her sister. "What makes you think we're in the himalayas?"

"Where else could our jokes get such a cold reception?" Luan chuckled, then turned to the audience. "Am I right?"

Again, the silence spoke for itself. And literally seconds later, Luna hit Luan so hard, that not only did she visibly flinch, but she also went from wearing the sweater to wearing her everyday outfit.

"Why did you hit me?!" the comedian questioned as her sister shot a glare at her. "I was just trying to lighten the mood with some puns!"

"Luan, we already discussed what we were going to do during this, you agreed not to pull off any puns!"

"During the skits themselves, but in the parts before and after them. Come on, Luna, do you really hate puns that much?"

"It's not that I hate puns, it's just that seeing how you do them all the time, it makes me think you're not taking this whole comedy deal seriously."

Luan gasped and took a step back. "And seeing how you're a self-proclaimed comedian, I'd expect you to take it seriously."

"I can take it seriously!"

"Telling me won't cut it-"

Suddenly, Luan took out a toy kitchen knife. "Will this be enough?"

"Don't take what I say literally!" Luna snatched the toy knife as the audience laughed. "I mean, if you want me to believe you're taking this seriously, you have to show me."

"How?"

"Go one complete skit without doing any puns-"

"Wouldn't that cause the universe to implode?!"

Luna rolled her eyes. "Are you seriously so scared to go punless for a day you'd make up such a stupid excuse?"

"Luna, you know that puns are one of my tactics as a comedian, next to ventriloquism and pantomiming," Luan smiled for a moment before frowning. "It's just that I don't know if I'll be able to do it. I mean, what if I find myself surrounded by simply perfect set-ups for puns?"

"Then refrain from making the puns!" Luna sternly stated. "You're biggest obstacle is yourself, Luan."

"I'm still not sure if I'll be able to do it."

"Just give it a shot, please."

"Okay..."

Luan's skit, take 1...

Luan woke up and stretched as she yawned. "Another day, another attempt to make people laugh with my humor," the comedian remarked as she got off her bed. "Now, I'll go get my trustworthy, wooden companion, Mr. Coconuts! Maybe my brother will-"

Suddenly, the stage turned to normal as Luna struck Luan with a rolled up newspaper, with the comedian yelping in pain as the audience laughed a little. "Why did you hit me just now?!" Luan whined, grabbing her head. "I didn't say any puns or anything!"

"You didn't do any direct puns, but you still did a subtle one," Luna sternly pointed out. "You look for your wooden companion in our brother's room? Really?"

Without warning, Luan chirped up and said, "Oh, so you did get it, didn't you?"

"I did, but just because I did, doesn't make it funny," Luna shot a glare at Luan. "Now try again, with a different scenario, one less likely to set up a pun for you."

Luan thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers. "Uh huh! I got it!"

"What scenario did you pick?"

"You'll see soon..."

Take 2...

Once the lights turned off and on again, Luan was now in the middle a kitchen, wearing a chef hat and with a baffled Luna by her side, who was also wearing a chef hat... And a moustache. "Hello! And welcome to cooking with Luan!"

"Wait, what just happened?" Luna asked, before grabbing her moustache and growling, "And why do I get the moustache?!"

"Easy, because it looks better on you," Luan giggled, then turned back to the audience. "Anyway, this is cooking with Luan, and today we-"

"No, hold on, wait!"

"What is it, assistant?"

"We need to change locations right now!"

"Why?"

"Doing a cooking show is just a recipe for disaster!"

Luan turned to Luna, sporting a playful grin, and continued to stare at her as she waited for her to... Do something. However, Luna just looked around as Luan's grin turned into an annoyed frown, and the audience laughed to break the silence.

"W-What?" Luna asked. "Am I supposed to do something?"

"Well, yeah," Luan answered in an "are you serious?" tone. "This is the part where you hit yourself for making a pun."

"I'm not hitting myself for that!"

Soon after she said that, Luna was left speechless-and kinda afraid-when Luan shot a glare at her and slowly leaned closer and closer towards her face, her frown growing wider and more aggressive over time.

Suddenly, Luan returned to normal, turned back to the audience and said, "Whatever, let's move on!"

"What the hell was that?!" Luna exclaimed as the audience laughed.

"Luna, could you be kind enough to pass me the bowl?"

"N-No, seriously, what the hell was that?"

"That was a request, silly," Luan shook her head. "I need you to do as I say if we want to make any progress in this cooking show. And again, I ask for a bowl."

Still confused at what happened, but not wanting to inquire her sister's wrath, Luna obliged and put a bowl in front of Luan. "Okay, we're going to teach you how to make chicken soup!" Luan promptly took out a soup can, opened it, then poured it on the bowl as she said, "First, you pour some soup on the bowl-"

Luna was quick to point out a problema, "W-Wait, hold on, I think you're supposed to make the soup first."

Then, Luan took a chicken and put it on the bowl with soup. "Then, you put a live chicken on the bowl, and let it take a bath on it for a while."

"Wait, no! The chicken is supposed to be dead and cooked already!"

"Ssh! You'll freak out the chicken!"

Luna gave a look of bewilderment to the audience, who laughed out loud and clapped as Luan grabbed the bowl and said, "For the final step, you must let the chicken bath in the soup for at least a minute, and then..."

Luan spun around for a moment, then threw the bowl of soup and chicken through the window, with Luna just barely ducking before the bowl was thrown. And so, with the bowl and chicken outside. Luna and Luan then watched as the chicken got up and ran away, crossing the street in the process.

"And that's how you make chicken soup!" Luan chirped as the audience laughed.

"What the hell was that all about?!" Luna whined, seemingly unaware Luan wasn't in the mood for her negativity. "There was no point to any of those things we just did!"

The main chef put a finger on Luna's mouth and said, "Oh, but there was a point, my dear, naive assistant; It was to know why the chicken... Crossed the road."

Luna struck Luan with the rolled up newspaper as the stage turned back to normal, and Luan shouted "ouch!" in a drawn out manner, and sounding similar to "yeah!" or a variation of such. And as she shouted that, the audience laughed some more and clapped, while Luna folded her arms.

"Why did you hit me this time?!" the prankster whined. "I didn't do any puns until the end!"

"First, you threw me in the middle of a cooking show without warning. Second, you wasted most of my time just to buil up to yet another pun," then Luna grabbed and twirled her moustache. "And third, why do I still have the moustache?!"

Luan promptly grabbed and ripped off Luna's moustache, causing the rocker to grab her lips and whine as Luan said, "It's a removable moustache, just take it off like this."

Then she added, "And besides, if you didn't enjoy my skit, how about we focus on trying to deal with your bad habits?"

"My bad habits?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, but why do you say it as if they were plural? I mean, you making puns all the time is the only bad habit I can think of related to you."

"Oh, Luna, I love you as a sister, but you're really flawed too, you know?"

"Well, what are these bad habits you're talking about?"

"Oh, well, where do I start? Hmm..."

Suddenly, Luan spun around until she turned into a stereotypical British woman: Crooked teeth, old-fashioned clothing, and holding a cup of tea in one hand. "You're always speaking with a British accent!"

"Is looking like a stereotypical British woman really necessary?!" Luna growled as the audience laughed.

"No British men were offended during this skit."

"What about the British women?!"

"They weren't so lucky. Anyway-"

"No, don't "anyway" me! Apologize to the British women all over the world!"

Suddenly, Luan spun around and then turned into a surfer, complete with a skimpy bikini. "You're also always trying surfing the crowds, bra!"

"...That surfer gal impression is even worse than the British one."

Luan spun once more and turned back to normal. "And finally, you're always snapping your guitars in half!"

"I'm not snapping them all the time," Luna stated. "I only do so most of the time."

"How is that any better?!" Luan snapped. "You know those things can cost from dozens to hundreds to even thousands of dollars! And yet you continue to snap them in half like you could just buy another one!"

"Hmm... I think I can see your point."

"You think?"

"Luan, can you help me deal with this?"

"Well, first of all, give me the newspaper," Luan extended her hand. "This is what we'll do: You do a skit, like I did before, and if you're about to do your bad habit, I'll hit you with this thing."

"Are you sure that's going to work?"

"Yeah, it worked 72% on me."

"What about the remaining 28%?!"

"Just do the skit already!"

"Ugh, fine..."

Luna's skit, take 1...

In the middle of the messy living room, Luna got up from under the carpet, stretched and yawned as she opened her eyes. And suddenly, Luan struck her with the newspaper, and the stage turned back to normal in an instant.

"Why did you hit me?!"

"Do you honestly think I wouldn't hit you to verify the newspaper worked?" Luan argued.

"Before I even start my bloody skit?!"

"Okay, I probably went a bit too fast, but it was still worth a try. I mean, seeing as you didn't want to use it on yourself earlier, I'd figure you had rigged it to only hurt me or something."

"It's a newspaper!" Luna snapped in return. "How could it be rigged!?"

"...Good point, still, the scene you used is a way too easy way to deal with your habit, I mean, there aren't even any guitars around!" and as Luna got up, Luan continued to explain. "Look, try a different scenario, and one where you'd be tempted to snap a guitar in half."

"In rage?"

"In rage, in bliss, in ignorance, anything works as long as it makes you want to snap something in half!"

"Alright..."

Take 2...

Luna was rocking out to a song in her bedroom, while imagining her surroundings as her in the middle of a large concert. Then, just as she got ready to snap her guitar in two, a police car suddenly burst through the wall and Luan-wearing a police outfit and holding a megaphone-came out of the car and shouted, "Put your hands in the air!"

"What the bloody hell?!" Luna exclaimed as the stage turned back to normal. "How did you drive a car through the wall?!"

"Lady, please do as you're told, and put your hands in the air!" Luan exclaimed.

"Stop acting like a police woman!"

Luan remained silent for a moment, then yelled through the megaphone, "Miss, please put the guitar down!"

"Cut it out!" Luna growled as the audience laughed. "First of all, our bedroom is on the second floor, how did you even manage to get the car to crash through it?!"

"I made the car jump-"

"That only brings up even more questions!"

"Lady, just do as told and nobody gets hurt, now put the guitar down."

Luna, seeing her sister wouldn't react until she did as told, put the guitar down and raised her arms... And then Luan hit her, not with the newspaper, but with a fish, causing the audience to laugh some more.

"That is what you get for not obeying immediately!" Luan growled.

"Ugh, why did you do that?!" Luna took out her tongue. "Now I'm hurt and I stink!"

Suddenly, Luan turned to the audience and flashed a smile. "Just like my humor!"

And Luna snapped, "Take this seriously!"

Then, in unison, the duo said, "Thanks for watching everyone!"

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After a quick commercial break-that didn't even happen-the lights turned back on and revealed Luna and Luan standing with the reporters to their sides, and the audience cheering and clapping

"Well, that was... Quite a quick finale, don't you think?" Catherine inquired with a nervous smile.

"I know, it's just that I'm not used to incredibly long acts," Luan explained, rubbing her hair nervously. "So, I needed to try and prompt Luna to end the act with the joke we agreed on."

"You agreed to end with a pun about how your comedy isn't that good?"

"Well, it's all subjective in the end, so-"

"Speaking of subjectivity, it's time for the judges to give their scores!" Carol cheerfully interrupted. "Judges, if you'd please!"

"JUDGING!"

Trumpets blared as the quartet waited for the scores to be given, and eventually, this came out:

Polly: Luna

Giggles: Luna

Haiku: Luna

Tabby: Luan

Maggie: Luna

"Wow, four votes for Luna, and only one for Luan!" Catherine remarked in amazement. "W-Well, let's ask the judges, Tabby, why did you vote for Luan?"

"Well, it would be incredibly unfair and biased if I had picked Luna, my BBFF, automatically, wouldn't it?"

"BBFF?"

"British Best Friend Forever," Tabby explained. "And besides, anybody who can make a car jump up high in the air, make a rockstar drop her guitar, then slap her with a fish, and get away with it, has my respect!"

"Okay, got it," Catherine turned to Maggie, who looked as deadpan as ever. "Maggie, this is the first time you judge correctly, so, why did you pick Luna over Luan?"

"Luan's type of comedy cannot survive a long act, as she just mentioned," Maggie explained, her stare growing stern. "Therefore, getting rid of her as quickly as possible is a merciful way to spare her the humilliation. Besides, the last act was so rushed, it wasn't even funny-"

"Okay, everybody got that, Judge Maggie," Catherine said as Luan was taken with Cristina to the loser's corner and Luna went with the winners. "Now, next team after the break is Olympic Requiem, but until then, stay tuned for "The Royal Woods Comedy Grand Prix!"

"See ya!" Carol chirped.