A/N Sixty pages! Well, not this chapter, I mean the whole story. This chapter is eleven pages long, not counting the author's note. Sixty pages, and the story is finished. Thanks you, everyone who reviewed (especially hart of flames, still thanking you for Zuko's song), this story wouldn't have been anything without you. I mean it. Anyway, so this chapter takes place after the series has ended, the good guys win, Zuko is the FireLord, and all that happy stuff has happened. Believe whichever ship you like turned out okay, hmm? Oh, and Momo has children.



"Here's a llama,

There's a llama.

And another little llama.

Fuzzy llama.

Funny llama.

Llama, llama duck!

Llama, llama

Cheesecake llama

Tablet, brick, potato Llama

Llama, llama mushroom, llama

Llama, llama duck!

I was once a Treehouse.

I lived in a cake!

But I never saw the way

The orange slayed the rake.

I was only three years dead.

But it told the tale.

And now listen, little child,

To the safety rail.

Did you ever see a llama?

Kiss a llama on the llama?

Llama's llama, taste of llama

Llama, llama duck.

Half a llama,

Twice a llama

Not a llama

Farmer, llama.

Llama, in a car

Alarm a llama

Llama, llama, duck.

Is that how it's told now?

Is it all so old?

Is it made of lemon juice?

Doorknob, ankle, cold.

Now my song is getting thin.

I've run out of luck.

Time for me to retire now and become a duck."

Bumi grinned. "Perfect, Zuko, you sound like a mad genius."

"Thanks… I think," muttered the former Prince.

"It's a compliment," Katara told him. "Well, coming from him, according to Aang… I think it's a compliment."

"Of course, Aang's not really a very reliable source as to what's an insult or not," added Sokka. "I mean, the kid thinks everything's a compliment, why should this be any different?"

Zuko laughed, sounding much less evil than he had ten years ago. At twenty two, Aang was hardly a kid anymore, although his cheerful views of the world, while taking on a less naïve stance, were still in place.

"Speaking of Aang, where is he?" Katara asked suddenly.

Zuko and Sokka both shrugged, but Bumi grinned mysteriously.

"You'll see," he told them.

"What?" demanded Katara.

"What is it?" put in Sokka.

"Where is he?" asked Zuko, changing the first word just for variation.

Apparently, that one change wasn't enough for the King of Omashu. "Very original, young ones, very original," he said sarcastically. "It's a wonder you were anywhere near one another when you said that, each question was so different. I could hardly tell that you were asking the same thing, they were that opposite. Why, I…"

"Alright, alright, we get it!" was the general outcry from the trio.

"Get what?" asked a new voice suddenly. Turning, they saw Iroh standing in the doorway, holding a very tiny lemur in his arms.

"Nothing, Uncle," Zuko told him, giving him a hug. "Hello, Micha," he added to the lemur.

"That would be Dinn," corrected Iroh. Everyone laughed. Iroh had an odd efficiency for telling Momo's children, even the two identical twins, Micha and Dinn, apart.

"Where's your father, Dinn?" asked Katara, not really expecting an answer. "Is he with Aang?"

Dinn flew over and perched in her hair.

"Is Momo on her head?" joked Zuko.

"More strangely, is Aang?" asked Sokka. They laughed again.

At that moment, a loud voice from outside told them exactly where Aang was.

"I'm… gonna soak up the su-u-un!

Gonna tell everyone

To… let…it go-o!

And I'm

"Ow, Momo! Stop it! Slippers are not dinner, no matter how fuzzy they are! Momo, come back here with that! What are you… Oh. Well, thank you, Micha. I think. Hey! What? What'd I do this time? Momo, get back here, you little… Ouch! Momo!"

Sokka and Katara looked at each other and grinned.

"He's back," they chorused, both heading to greet their friend at the same time.

"Gee, I didn't notice," muttered Zuko, following the pair. Iroh and Bumi trailed after them.

"Aang, where were you?" asked Katara.

"We were going to eat dinner without you!" exclaimed Sokka.

"We were?"

"Yes, Katara, we were. Well, at least, I was."

Aang laughed, and then turned serious again. "I was on an important mission. Doing something I should have done ten years ago. Bumi…" he turned to his friend. "It has been officially decided that you do not have the fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood."

Everyone stared at him.

"Now what could possess someone to spend all day wandering the city trying to figure out that, I have no idea," Zuko muttered.

"I wanted to find out," Aang explained.

"Yes, but still. You could have… oh, I don't know, held a competition over whose slippers are fuzzier."

Everyone stared at him. "Bumi," Aang commented finally. "Next time you want to figure out whose slippers are fuzzier, ask Zuko."

Bumi, meanwhile, was singing mournfully.

"The second-fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood.

The second-fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood.

I have the second-fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood.

'Cause my slippers aren't quite as fuzzy as I once thought."

"Oh, hush, Bumi," Aang said crossly. "The person who really has the fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood is a retired cabbage seller who once tried to sentence Sokka, Katara and I to death for squashing his cabbages. I always thought he was a little odd, and now he's proven it."

"How?" asked everyone.

"He has proven it by saying the most absurd thing known to the history of mankind," Aang stated dramatically. "He has said… that he does not like the fuzz on the fuzziest slippers. And so," he turned cheerful again and pulled a pair of slippers out from behind his back. "He was perfectly happy to trade. Congratulations, Bumi, you now have the fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood."

Aang tossed the slippers to Bumi, set the lemurs down on the floor to investigate something, and sat down at the table to eat his dinner before Sokka did.

"The fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood!

The fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood!

I have the fuzziest slippers in the neighborhood!

'Cause my slippers are very fuzzy!" cheered Bumi.

Ignoring him, the others all sat down to what turned out to be about five minutes of peaceful, normal conversation and dinner before Sokka and Katara started squabbling.

"You lost, Sokka, face it, pay up," snapped Katara.

"You cheated," Sokka whined. "You told him."

"Did anyone ever say that I couldn't? I think not. Was there any reason that that should impact the results in any way? I think not. Is there any excuse for going back on your word now that you've figured out that you lost? I think not!"

"What?" asked Aang, feeling that he had missed a very large part of this conversation. "What happened?"

As the Water Tribe siblings were too busy arguing to respond, Zuko took it upon himself to answer.

"Sokka and Katara had a bet on whether or not I'd sing the Llama Song," he began.

"Did you?" Aang interrupted eagerly.

"Yes, do you want me to finish or not?"

"Don't be crabby, FireLord Zuko," Iroh told him calmly.

"I'm not being crabby, I'm just… oh, never mind. Anyway, Aang, yes, I did sing the Llama Song, so Katara won the bet. I'm not quite sure what they bet, but now Sokka doesn't want to do it."

"What did you bet?" asked Aang, turning to them.

Sokka reddened and whispered something in his ear. Aang grinned widely.

"Aww, come on, Sokka, it's not that hard!"


"You did make a bet," Bumi pointed out.

"And you can't go back on your word," Katara added.

"Who knows?" Aang suggested. "It might even be fun!"

Grudgingly, Sokka allowed himself to be persuaded.

Standing up on the table, he picked up a plate and spoon at started banging on them for attention, although everyone was already looking at him. Either it was part of the bet, or he was trying to save a scrap of dignity by trying to pretend that his friends weren't staring at him like a pack of hungry wolves, waiting to see what he was going to do.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen," he said with a glare at Katara. It seemed that the majority of the assembly was stifling giggles. "I have an announcement to make."

He shot one more glare at his sister, and then began.

"We like the moon!

'Cause it is close too us!

We like the moo-o-oon!

But not as much as a spoon.

'Cause that's more use for eating soup.

And a fork isn't very useful for that.

Unless it has got many vegetables.

And maybe the you'd be better off with a CHOPSTICK!

Unlike the moon.

It is up in the sky.

It up there very high,

But maybe not as high as

Dirigibles or Zeppelins or LIGHTBULBS!

And maybe clouds.

And puffins also I think they go quite high too.

But maybe not as high as the moon!

We like the Moon.

The moon is very useful everyone.

Everybody like the MOOON!

'Cause it lovely and it make the tides go and we LIKE it!

But not as much as cheese.

We really like cheese, we like zeppelins.

We really like deer

And we like moose

And we like marmot

And we like all the fuzzy animals!

But not as much, as the moon.

We like the MOOOOOOOON!"

"Thank you, please leave me alone now," Sokka finished, and hopped off the table and sat down.

Aang burst into applause, but stopped when he realized that nobody else was. At the same time, Katara started clapping. Then she stopped, and he started.

They did that several times. Sokka's embarrassment was quite forgotten in the hilarity that ensued. Finally Zuko resolved that matter by clapping during the short pause between, them, so that they both continued their applause.

"What would you ever do without me?" he muttered as that problem was solved.

"You mean whose stupidity would entertain us?" asked Katara. "Probably Sokka's."

Before either of them had to come up with a response to that, Aang distracted them all.

"It's all over the pl-ace!

Even in your f-ace!

You're all tied up!

I have a cup!

I threw some bread at you!

And you threw bread at me too!


They stared at him.

"That is the most random thing I have ever heard," Zuko announced.

Aang grinned. "Well, that's why they call it 'The Song of Randomness'! But, actually, I think the Llama Song is randomer. Is that a word?"

"No, and this song is."

"The Llama Song is."

"Song of Randomness!"

"Llama Song!"






"This is seeming a slight bit familiar," Iroh muttered. Both men stopped squabbling and looked at him, then burst out laughing.

"Oops," said Zuko finally, slightly recovering. He carefully avoided looking at Aang, who was still in hysterics, in case he followed his friend's example.

For the second time that day, singing from outside told them who was coming.

"I know a song

It's not very long

It goes like this, you see.

It's kind of snappy

Makes me happy.

Ends with Bojabe.


"Hey, Meng," called Katara as the younger woman came in. Noticing her companion, she added, "Hi, Aunt Wu."

"Hello, Katara, it's very good to see you again," the old lady said cordially.

"What's wrong with Aang?" asked Meng quietly.

"He and Zuko were fighting," Sokka explained, "And Iroh said it sounded familiar. So, now he's laughing hysterically."

"Umm, why?"

"I dunno, maybe it's an Avatar thing."

That only made Aang laugh harder, and Zuko grinned widely.

"Or, maybe it's just something that only Aang and Zuko will ever get," Katara suggested noticing his reaction. "So, Meng, are you ready down there?"


"Okay, then, let's go!"

"Go where?" asked Zuko.

"You'll see," Bumi said mysteriously.

"You really like saying that, don't you?"


Walking outside, Katara hopped nimbly up onto Appa's back and grabbed the reigns. Sokka followed her, swarmed with lemurs, and Iroh and Bumi came next, supporting a still-laughing Aang. Meng and Aunt Wu followed, with a very confused Zuko trailing behind.

"So, what's all this about?" Zuko asked the group in general as Appa took off.

"You'll see," Katara said, echoing Bumi.

"Can't anyone give a straight answer these days?" complained the Fire Bender.

"Maybe, maybe not," Sokka replied infuriatingly.

The ride was short enough that Zuko got nothing out of his friends, but long enough that Aang recovered.

"You say tomato.

I say tom-ah-to.

You say potato.

I say pot-ah-to.





Let's call the whole thing…


Aang, Meng, Iroh and Bumi chorused noisily as Appa came in for a landing.

"We're he-re!" called Katara loudly, dismounting.

Sokka, who had been standing right next to her, rubbed his ear in silent agony.

"Really, Katara, I think we all noticed," Zuko said, hopping down and helping his uncle. "Why did you have to… oh, never mind. Questions won't be answered, I know, I know."

"Actually, this time, we will answer you," said Iroh.

"She was calling someone," said Sokka.

"More like someones," said Aang.

"That's not a word, but that's what she was doing," said Aunt Wu.

"It's a surprise," said Bumi.

"So you have to pretend you don't know what's going on," said Meng.

"No trouble there," muttered Zuko. "Believe me, I don't."

He didn't have a chance to ask any more questions, however, because just at that point, it was all made clear to him.

"Surprise!" shouted everyone.

By everyone, I mean the group who was already there (Aang, Katara, Sokka, Meng, Aunt Wu, Uncle Iroh, Bumi, and the lemurs, who weren't doing much shouting) plus everyone who had shown up (Teo, Haru, Azula, Mei, Ty Lee, Gran-Gran, the cabbage man, a few reformed pirates, several Fire Benders who had been on Zuko's crew, Jun, Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors, others who very well could have made up an entire village, and many more).

"Happy birthday, Zuko," explained Aang.

"Duh," added Sokka under his breath. For once, nobody elbowed him into silence.

"Ready?" asked Aang of the entire group.

An assortment of nods, 'yeah's, 'yes's, 'yup's, 'you betcha's and other words and phrases that meant basically the same thing answered him.

"Good. One, two three…"

"Happy, happy birthday!

From all of us to you!

We wish it was our birthday

So we could party too!"

'Umm," began Zuko, not quite sure what to say to that rapid song.

"C'mon, there's cake," Aang told him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him off.

The rest of the party went exactly as one would expect a surprise birthday party operated by such an odd assortment of people to go. Chaotically.

"Duck!" screamed Aunt Wu at Sokka almost an hour later. Automatically, he did so, just in time to avoid being pegged in the head by several flying lemurs who were chasing one another around the area just at the same level as his head.

"Thank you," he said. "Appa, don't eat that!"

That was a Fire Bender's armor, which is something that nobody, even a ten-ton, six-legged flying bison with an arrow on his head, should eat.

"This is a song that never ends!

It just goes on and on my friends!

Some people… started singing it

Not knowing what it was

And ended up singing forever 'cause…

This is the song that never ends!

It just goes on and on my friends!

Some people … started singing it

Not knowing what it was

And ended up singing forever 'cause…

This is the song that never ends!

It just goes on and on my friends!

Some people…"

"Meng! We get it!"

"Hey, I was just trying to illustrate that the song never ends. Besides, you can't make me stop in the middle of a verse!"

Before anyone could protest, she was singing again.

"Started singing it

Not knowing what it was

And ended up singing forever 'cause…"

"What happened?" asked Zuko, walking up behind Aang.

Aang shrugged. "Well, you know how the song says that some people started singing it not knowing what it was and ended up singing forever 'cause this is the song that never ends?"

"Yeah!" Zuko said hastily, hoping his friend wouldn't get to singing it.

"Well, I think one of those people was Meng." He pointed, and Zuko winced.

"Ouch… Momo!" He hurried off towards the lemur, quickly stopping him from killing anyone.

Aang smiled. Zuko had definitely changed in the past ten years. They all had, but Zuko especially. After all, who would have imagined the exiled prince of the Fire Nation voluntarily singing the Llama Song?