Disclaimer: Why would I write fan fics if I owned Avatar?

A/N: Just a little piece of crack I thought up for y'all in boredom and homework avoidance...enjoy!

“Have fun!” Iroh waved.

“We’ll try,” Zuko muttered.

“Oh, come on. Be positive once in awhile, it wouldn’t kill you!” Katara smiled and waved.

“Whatever.” Zuko frowned - his normal facial expression. “Put the car in reverse, and slowly tap the gas pedal with your foot.”

The car shot forward, bumping into the garage door as Iroh watched safely from the sidewalk.

“I TOLD YOU TO PUT IT IN REVERSE!”

“…Oops.”

Zuko repeatedly beat his head against the dashboard. This was going to be a long day.

“Now, put the car in reverse and VERY SLOWLY back out of the driveway.”

Iroh watched cheerfully as the car zoomed out of the driveway and down the street, screeching brakes, tire skidding, and shouts fading as the car left.

“I hope they both remembered to put on their seatbelts…” Iroh muttered before returning to the house to have a nice, relaxing cup of tea.

O.o.0.o.O

Three hours later, Iroh spotted the barely recognizable car pulling into the driveway sharply. Scratches, dings, and dents covered the surface. The hood was bent and unable to fully close, the rear bumper was hanging off, the windshield was cracked, the passenger-side side view mirror was missing, and both headlights and one taillight were cracked.

“What happened?” Iroh asked, rushing to the driveway.

Katara cheerfully popped out of the car; seemingly oblivious to the state of extreme damage it was in. “It went great! And we only got six tickets!”

“Are you all right Zuko?” Iroh asked, peering in through the cracked passenger window. Zuko was deadly pale white, and clutching the seat so hard, his hands shook.

“W-watch out f-for the stop sign…and the p-p-pedestrian…I’m s-s-s-sorry, o-officer…WATCH OUT FOR THAT RED LIGHT!” he sat up suddenly, eyes wide with fear.

Katara giggled. “Oh, he’s just being silly!”

“Right…” Iroh muttered. “Zuko, maybe you should go inside and lay down…”

“See you next week!” Katara waved and skipped away.

“Maybe she should take driver’s ed…” Iroh muttered before returning inside, leaving one mentally disturbed boy, one mangled car, and one demonic lawn gnome that was secretly plotting to take over the Earth.

A/N: No, I am not stoned and never have been. Drunk, maybe, but not as writing this...lolz. Please leave a review, anonymous reviews are totally okay!