Don't tkae me seriously . . . this is just a little crack piece I thought of when my friends decided to add 'in my pants' to the end of every sentence in my pants . . . enjoy! (In my pants...)

“Fold.” Zuko dropped his cards on the rock they were using for a makeshift table.

“Yes!” Katara cheered. “I win! And you know what that means!” she giggled mischievously.

Zuko slapped his forehead. “Rematch?” he sighed.

“Sure,” Katara’s blue eyes twinkled. “But you’re not getting out of this one. You lost.”

Zuko scowled. “Fine. So what’s the penalty for losing this game?” he asked, as he shuffled and dealt the cards.

“I got nothing,” Katara sighed.

Zuko paused for a moment. “I know – the loser has to add ‘in my pants’ to the end of every sentence they say tomorrow.”

“All day?” Katara gulped.

“All day.”

“Let’s go.”

- - -

When Katara woke up the next morning, she was shocked to see that Zuko and Sokka were both awake – and not trying to kill each other. “Good morning,” she yawned, as Zuko sent her a pointed look. “. . . in my pants.”

“Eh?” Sokka raised his eyebrows in shock. “What the-?”

Zuko chuckled to himself. “Tell him.”

“Well. . .” Katara sighed. “Last night, Zuko and I were playing cards . . . in my pants.”

“WHAT?!” Sokka turned a furious shade of red.

“No, wait, I’m not finished . . . in my pants.” Sokka glared at Zuko. “Zuko and I were playing cards, and I lost . . . in my pants . . . so I have to say ‘in my pants’ at the end of every sentence . . . in my pants.”

Sokka just slapped his forehead. “Sweet Yue above, I cannot believe you.”

“Zuko, you lost a game too . . . in my pants. I held up my end of the bet – you hold up yours – in my pants.”

Sokka growled.

“Literally,” Katara added quickly, “In my pants. Zuko has to dress like a girl for the rest of the day . . . in my pants.”

Zuko sighed and stalked off to change.

Sokka snickered. “Katara, did I ever mention that you are the best sister ever?!” he glomped her.

“I . . . love you too, Sokka . . . in my pants . . .”

“Awkward . . .” Sokka muttered.

“So, where are Aang, Toph, and Iroh?” Katara wondered.

“Off bending,” Sokka rolled his eyes, obviously upset about being the only non-bender in the group.

Katara sighed, preparing to make breakfast as Zuko returned, wearing a second dress of Katara’s, including the skintight leggings and the necklace Aang mad for her the day they met Aunt Wu.

“Say goodbye to your male dignity,” Sokka slapped Zuko on the shoulder.

“Don’t mess with me,” the hotheaded firebender kicked Sokka very close to his male pride. “I’ll roast you in a second.”

Sokka backed off. “Okayyyyyy.”

Toph, Iroh, and Aang returned to see a dressed-in-drag Zuko.

“Eh?” Aang titled his head.

“Zuko,” Iroh began calmly, is there something you would like to share?”

Toph sighed. “Am I missing something funny?”

Zuko stormed away angrily. “The world sucks!” he yelled, kicking a tree.

“Welcome back,” Katara smiled. “You’re just in time for breakfast . . . in my pants.”

Iroh and Aang adopted strikingly similar disturbed expressions, Sokka laughed, Toph noted, “I don’t swing that way, Sugar Queen”, Zuko cursed the world, and many miles away, someone blew up the cabbage man’s cart.