Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters , settings, etc involving Voltron: Defender of the Universe, Voltron: The Third Dimension, Voltron Force, or Voltron: Legendary Defender. These stories are for entertainment purposes only and are to be viewed as parodies and satire.

Author's Notes: This chapter was a bit tougher to write and I couldn't decide on how to do the children's event scene. Figured it would be better to do it as a news broadcast. On a side note, there are 4 little Easter eggs in this episode. See if you can recognize them.

Popstar Princess:

Not Quite the Happiest Place on Earth

"Hello everyone and welcome to today's episode of 'Good Morning Galra'. I'm Lafitte and beside me is my always elegant co-host, Merla."

The camera pans back to show Lafitte and Merla sitting on a light gray couch.

Merla smiles and thanks Lafitte for her introduction. "Today's top story, famous popstar Allura, visited World Events: San Diego yesterday for a children's charity event. The event, sponsored by the Live Your Dream organization, wasn't all smiles and rainbows for the bottle blonde singer."

"The trouble filled day started when the guest of honor failed to arrive on time," Lafitte stated. "Expecting to see the pink clad singer at the front gates, the bus load of eager young fans were disappointed to see that there was no one to greet them."

The camera switched to a close up of Merla as she continued the story. "Finally arriving a half an hour late, Allura and her entourage tried to enter the park but were stopped by security. Allura and her crew were then subjected to a thorough security scan before being allowed in."

The camera changed again, focusing on Lafitte. "After making her grand entrance, it seemed the group of kids were less than enthusiastic about being around the pretty popstar. Throughout the day it seemed Allura's focus was more on her camera guy getting the appropriate poses of her with the kids, the park's merchandise, and of course random attendees who recognized her."

The camera returned to a wide shot of Merla and Lafitte, neither trying to hide their glee at Allura's misfortune. "One young lady in the group had apparently grown tired of the popstar's antics. During a moment when Allura sat down at a picnic table to pose for a picture, the girl stood up behind Allura and dumped her milkshake onto the singer's head," Merla informed the audience.

"Allura then stood and slapped the cup out of the child's hand before storming off," Lafitte stated. "The child responded by extended her arm along with her middle finger. We have footage of the incident taken by a passerby. Watch this."

The image on the screen then changed to a shaky video showing Allura being dosed with milkshake, smacking the cup and storming off. The video blurred the child's middle finger and then faded out to show Merla and Lafitte once again.

"With their dream shattered, the children finished their day at the park and were transported home. As for Allura, the pop princess has yet to make a statement and has surprisingly remained silent on social media," Lafitte finished.

The image paused and the lights in the conference room turned on. Sitting around a large table was Allura, Lance, then Keith, on one side with Hunk and Allura's surrogate mother, Nanny on the opposite. At the head of the table, holding a small remote, was Coran, the owner of Altean Records. Everyone sat quietly.

Coran pushed a button on the remote and turned the display off. He turned to face the group and folded his hands on the table. "Can someone explain to me what the hell happened?" he said calmly.

Immediately everyone tried talking at once. After a moment Coran held his hand up and there was silence once again. "Nevermind. How it happened makes no difference. What does matter though, is how do we fix this problem?"

"Well sir," Keith chimed in. "We could say that Allura hadn't been feeling well and she was given some medicine which affected her judgement."

Coran just stared at Keith without saying a word.

Keith took the hint and slinked back into his chair.

"Those kids were nothing but brats. That little girl deserved to have her drink knocked away after what she did."

"Those kids didn't look like brats to me. It seemed more like you being a brat for not doing what you were being paid to do."

Lance placed is hand on Allura's arm before she could speak up. "Sir, what if we told the media that Allura was overwhelmed. We were given the impression that only one bus load of kids would be there but there was two. We could say that she was late because we were told to be there at a certain time and the kids arrived early. As for the cup incident, well that was just Allura defending herself."

"So what you're saying, is that we turn this around and make it look like the fault is on the organizers of the event?" Coran asked.

"Precisely," Lance answer.

There was a moment of silence from Coran as he thought it through. "Make it happen. We need to clean this up as quickly as possible."

"Of course," Lance responded. "And we'll make some light accusations of the media starting a smear campaign on Allura."

"Good." Coran said. "As for you, Allura. If you keep causes incidences like this, I may have to consider dropping you from our label."

Allura's eyes widened. "What! You can't do that, I'm this label's biggest star."

"I can do that and I will do that. You're a popstar, popstars are a dime a dozen. I could easily replace you with someone less troublesome. I hear Romelle's recent album is doing quite well." Coran watched Allura's body language carefully to see if she would fall for his goading.

"Romelle!" Allura bolted upright in her chair. "She's a hack, a nobody, a copycat trying to mooch off my success. I'll be damned if I'll let you replace me with that wannabe"

Coran leaned back, satisfied. "Well then, maybe you'll watch your behavior from now on."

The door to the conference room opened and Coran's assistant stepped in. "Sorry to interrupt sir but your 4 o'clock is here."

"Thank you, Ginger." Coran stood and motioned for everyone to do the same. "Lance, you take care of the public relations mess this has become. Allura, take my words seriously. I'm trying to run a business and your problems cause me problems and that's not good for business. Now, everyone out."

Quietly, everyone left the room. Not a word was said by anyone until they were out of the office and at the end of the hall, waiting for the elevator. The door chimed and a little white poodle exited the elevator. Everyone watched as the poodle ran down the hall and then stopped at the door to Coran's office. Ginger welcomed the dog inside as Allura and the others entered the elevator car. Lance was the last one in. He pushed the button for the first floor and then noticed a strange odor in the elevator. As the doors closed Lance looked down and realized he had stepped in a pile of dog poo.