Katara surveyed the treetops above her, looking for the black haired boy that was currently darting around the canopies like he owned them.

That's right... Jet. A shiver went down her spine just thinking his name.

"Well, well Katara. I didn't think you could find me in my hiding place" Jet emerged from around a tree, swaggering up to her in the way that made Katara swoon.

"OH MY GOD, KATARA WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Shut it"

Jet stood close. Almost too close. Just enough so he could flaunt the inch and a half of height he had over her.

"*snicker* That guy was SHORT!"

"Toph, are you making fun of my height?"

"Maybe..."

"Katara, you're too good looking to be out on a quest with these dweebs you call friends. You should come live with me" Jet purred.

EVERYONE: "WHAAAAAAAT?"

"Oh Katara, I want you. I want youuuu" He stepped closer, his hot breath fanning over her face. He smelled like... Sweat. Sweat... and sardines.

Their lips touched, and what started as a small encounter turned into a full-blown makeout session we have to sensor for our young readers.

EVERYONE: "OH MY GOD..."

WE NOW TAKE A SHORT INTERMISSION, AS ALL OUR CHARACTERS HAVE PASSED OUT DUE TO KATARA'S VIVID DESCRIPTIONS. YOUR FANFIC WILL RESUME MOMENTARILY.

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"Katara, what the hell was that?" Zuko asked, attempting to sit back up after falling over the back of his log-seat.

"No more stories from sugar queen, okay?" Toph asked, removing the boulder pile she had buried herself under.

"Ughhhhhh" Was heard from Aang and Sokka. Suki just brushed some dirt that had gotten on her shirt when Toph earthbended.

"SO...You guys believed me?"

(Insert everyone staring at Katara dumbfoundedly)

"AAAAHAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAAA! SUKKAS!" Katara danced madly around the long-forgotten campfire.

"Hey Katara, isn't that what Me and Sokka's pairing name is?" Suki said, randomly staring at a tree.

EVERYONE: (Except Suki, of course) "Eh?"

"You know, those weird pairing names people make for us? Sukka, Kataang, Zutara, Tokka?"

"I had no idea people did that to us" Sokka whimpered, trying to hide behind the log-bench.

AND NOW WE ENJOY A MOMENT OF AWKWARD SILENCE. LICK A ROCK, SMELL A BUSH, STARE AT A TREE. THROW YOUR BACKPACK ON THE GROUND TO RELIEVE STRESS. THAT IS ALL.

(Crickets)

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"Anyone want to hear the real story?"

(Insert gags, screams, eye rolls, vomiting, and the sounds of medieval joust)

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"Who let those medieval guys in here?"

"I have no idea... but they're bleeding all over the place"

WE INTERRUPT AS THE LAST AIRBENDER CAST EXITS TO THROW THE MEDIEVAL KNIGHTS OFF A CLIFF. PLEASE BE PATIENT.

(Crickets)

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(Screams)

IT SEEMS THIS BREAK WILL TAKE A BIT LONGER THAN EXPECTED, AS THE CAST HAS NOW THROWN SOKKA OFF THE CLIFF AS WELL.

(Crickets)

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AANG: PENGUIN!

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THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM HAS NOW BEEN CANCELLED, DUE TO AANG'S OBSESSION WITH PENGUINS. PLEASE JOIN US NEXT TIME WHEN WE WILL TRY TO HAVE OUR ACT TOGETHER.

THANK YOU.