A/N: One more song I forgot: 'Much Like Falling' by Flyleaf. Haha. Now let's read about a bunch of crazy kids in a cemetery.

The Super Uber-tastic Adventure Parto Treso

"This tombstone says 'Donna Drown'...I wonder how SHE died," said Sokka contemplatively, taking a bite of his HoHo. Azula punched him, and he spit the bite out.

"This cemetery is so creepy," remarked Katara. They had found a bear-shaped flashlight in the trunk; light spewed from the bear's mouth, and it occasionally made an electronic growling noise. Katara was in possession of the flashlight, and she was waving it around unhelpfully.

"There are too many things to trip over," Toph sulked.

The bear-shaped flashlight growled.

"I've never been with stranger people," Suki said, sitting down by a tombstone and shaking her head.

"I like it here," Mai said, ignoring the general complaining of her friends.

"Well, of course YOU do..." mumbled Toph.

"I think it's kind of cute," said Ty-lee, perching on the steps of a mausoleum and popping a HoHo into her mouth whole. "Hmm yemm liiff."

The bear shaped flashlight growled again.

"This is totally like the plot of a horror film," pointed out Aang. "A bunch of teenagers sit around in a graveyard on a foggy night..."

"Ooooo, I'm terrified..." droned Azula, but her sarcasm turned into a blood-curdling scream as Zuko jumped out from behind a tombstone and grabbed her by the hair.

"Shut UP, the police are going to come!" cried Katara, shining the bear flashlight on the angered sister and the guffawing brother.

"You're going to...wake the dead," Sokka joked, and then flinched, even though no-one moved to punch him.

Aang and Zuko high-fived, and Azula went to sulk by the mausoleum with Ty-lee, who was giggling behind her hand.

It was now completely dark, and the fog was thicker than ever.

"It is so completely cliche out here," Suki pointed out.

"Our entire lives are cliche," Mai shrugged.

"...How?" asked Toph, sitting where she stood, which was on the grave of a Mr. Roy G. Biv.

"Just think about it. We're a bunch of misfit kids who all live on the same street and who went on some crazed adventure together," was the reply, which made a lot of sense but was not comforting.

"Yeah...our lives ARE cliche..." Aang mused.

"Totally. It's all 'boy falls in love with neighbor girl' and 'quirky friends come along for comedic relief'," agreed Katara, swinging the flashlight around in a seizure-inducing way while she gesticulated. It growled in response. Azula walked over and calmly wrestled it from her, and from then on the light was a lot steadier.

They all contemplated the horrible cliche they were currently living, snacking on a great many HoHos and drinking cranberry juice that Mai had carried along. The aforementioned played about with her pickaxe and the dirt.

"Let's sleep here," Ty-lee said brightly after a moment.

A chorus of 'no's and 'are you fucking insane's came from the group members.

"I think it's a good idea," Suki agreed.

"Shut up, homeless girl," glared Zuko. "We are not sleeping in a cemetery. There are dead people."

"I'm not homeless," she sniffed. "I'm a runaway. Like Joan Jett."

He rolled his eyes, but thankfully it was dark and the now-growling bear flashlight was being turned somewhere else at the moment.

It was eventually worked out that Zuko, Mai, and Toph would sleep in the car, and everyone else would camp out in the cemetery.

It was a living/dead sleepover, and it would not end well.