The VI lair, around Thanksgiving time. The team+friends are gathering for their traditional dinner.

: ED! Is the turkey done yet? We're starved1

Cooking takes time, you know. And besides, don't you want it to have the most explosive flavor you've ever tasted.

I don't think he wants explosive -anything-, especially if its coming from you.

whaaaa? Just because I'm bombman doesn't mean stuffed the turkey with bombs. I stuffed it with-

DON'T finish that sentence.

What? I wasn't going to say firecrackers! I was going to say spicy cajun stuffing!

You're not even from that region! wait...is something burning.

OH BLOODY HELL. The turkey's ruined!

: What? *eyes flash*

OH BLOODY HELL. The turkey's ruined!

: *hair changes to bright yellow*

Phil... calm down, you know that doing that isn't good for your health.... and DBZ sucks.

: Yeah, it does, you're right! But that won't stop me from parodying it! *hair continues to glow yellow*

(Nij Enters)

Sorry I'm late- GREAT PHARAOH'S GHOST PHIL, YOU DYED YOUR HAIR AGAIN?!

: Oh, hi Nij *hair turns to normal blue... or was it brown?*

(explosion in background, Ed's covered in turkey bones. No one notices)

Did you hear something?

Nope.

Ok, so maybe I did put a bomb in the turkey. You know my feelings about gunpowder as a seasoning!

: Gunpowder gives me indigestion.

Wait, wasn't your hair brown?

: hm?

It's blue now.

: Really? *looks in mirror* Hot damn, i look good with the blue hair.

Not az good az i look! Voila! Behold, zee new hairstyle! *walks in, Gary and Ben following close behind* Thanks to zee'se vaanderful hairstyleests... I AM ZHEXY!

Gods... always with the accent. Osirs weeps.

Oh i vouldn't be talking about mannerisms, pyramid boy.

HEY! At least i don't sleep with a teddy bear still.

But zee Dr.McFuzz is zee greatest invention I have ever created!

*Starts snickering*

VHAAAT! I LIKE DR. MCFUZZ!

*also starts snickering*

AGAIN I SAY! VAAAAHT! Not you too!

No dude, it's your hair.

VAHT IS WRONG VITH ZEE HAIR! AAH YOU JEALOUS?!

Take a look in the mirror.

*Replay looks in the mirror, realizing he has a bright blue afro*

OH MY.....*faints*

shouldn't have trusted us with the hairstyling.

What? I wanted to just give him an afro. Too expensive for blue hair... but nooo, you went out and did it anyway!

Anyways, like i was saying earlier... what the heck happened to your hair, Phil.

You SURE you want to know.

Saying things like that just peak our interest further.

: I thought you would never ask. but i would need replay's help in order for you to see it. After all, he did create an interactive flashback program.

Leave that to me... *pushes button on remote, hair starts punching replay in the face*

OW! OW! HEY! STOP IT! I'M AWAKE MOMMY!

Wow, that's strong hair gel. Where did you get it.

Now THAT, is a -LAWSUIT-.

Clever.

: Replay, can we use your flashback machine program thinger.

DONT USE ZEE SCIENTIFIC NAME. ONLY I CAN DO THAT!

: Can we use the flashback machine? Please?

*afro continues pulling comedic pranks on Replay*

Sure.... but be varned. It is very glitchy. AND SHAVE ZEEE AFRO OFF. *pie in face* mmm....zees pie is vaandaful, vhat did you put in it, Gaunt? Wait, I know the answer.

Oh, you know.

: Fine fine.

(In replay's lab, the team is sitting in the car of the flashback program machine thinger)

DONT USE ZEE SCIENTIFIC NAME!

(Fine, fine. The flashback machine)

*grins* Now, keep your arms, legs, and bombs-

Aw...

AH-HEM! Inside zee vehicle at all times, and no flash photography. Now, off you go! *car zooms off into nothingness*

Enjoy the ride!

(Cut to some strange snowy mountain. The car finally stops, and they all get exit by a photo booth.

: HAHAHA! Look at us all! Just like at an amusement park!

...with the same wallet hurting prices, i bet.

Since when has money been an issue when i have been around?

Since the last time you got caught paying with the counterfit money.

I didn't think they'd be able to tell the difference....

Yeah, you sure bear some striking resemblence to some dead American President alright.

What? I could have just said it was a limited edition G-dollar?

You didn't. Anyways, lets move on and get to the story itself here. We're getting nowhere.

(they hear an old man's voice in the distance)

I think i smell actual plot coming on.

(Mimicking Phil's voice): ... it was there where the wise old man of the mountain taught me the secrets of the world....

: Damn dub voice actors. Oh look, there's my master. Old Guy!

Phil, concentrate harder. A clouded mind bends no spoons.

: Yes, master.

LESS TALKY MORE CONCENTRATE.

*Phil nods, and bends the spoon with his mind*

All: *gasp!*

: Ah, the wonders of strings and fake spoons.

I like your style.

Yes, excellent. That will be all today. GO. MASTER IS HUNGRY. MAKE FOOD.

: Yes ma-master.

*flashback glitches to 8-bit nintendo graphics.

Oh crap...looks like its glitching up. awww, Phil's even cute in sprite form!

: *pose*

Shoot me. Shoot me now.

YOU FOOL! I AM NOT REALLY YOUR MASTER! I AM... AFRO MAN! THE FIRST REJECTED ROBOT MASTER.

...what the HELL?!

: I don't think that was a glitch, actually.

You mean the world suddenly turned 8-bit?

: Yeah, some strange temporal distortion phenomeon or something like that.

*tons of Afromen surround them all*

Was THAT a glitch?

: Nope, i think that happened too. *the team does the anime-style sudden facefault into the ground*

*All the Afromen suddenly break out into song and dance*

BAD EPILOGUE. NO MUSICAL NUMBERS FOR YOU.

Fine. *they all jump on Rai and start attacking him*

WARNING. ZEE MAChiNE IS GLITCHING AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO RIGHT NOW. ZEE CONTROLS ARE SCREWY! HANG ON!

Yay battle!

HEHEHE BOMBSBOMBSBOMBSBOMBS!

I've got an ankhering for destruction.

: Oh now that was just bad.... Very bad.

Can't be any worse than your jokes.

*fight breaks out between glitch afromen and VI, While the fight breaks out between Afroman and flashback Phil. Both fights end simultaneously*

: YATTA!

: YOU GOT: MOOD HAIR.

Wait a minute, how the hell?! *flashback ends*

How did you copy his power like that? This epilogue is leaving me with more and more questions.

Yeah? How DID you do that anyway?

: Ok, i lied. that was all a glitch. This mood hair thing is genetic. I've known about it ever since i was five. I just needed an excuse for a wacky adventure.

Ok, now that's over, WHO WANTS DESSERT! Pop Rock Pie!!! what? You don't trust my cooking anymore. Well, fine, i'll eat it myself. *eats whole pie, and drinks a whole bottle of coke*

This can't be good. Better end it now.

FIN