Ziggy's Corner: And this makes six! The story is complete! I hope you liked it! If I get a chance, I MIGHT do a sequel (not another chapter folks, cuss this is all the Fire People I know) but if that is the case, don't expect one for at least sometime in Winter '06-'07, as I have massive amounts of Avatar stories to work on, not to mention finish the ones I've got, plus a Gundam Seed Story, and a Sly Cooper story to work on too! The only thing that will bring up a sequel much faster, is if I were to get around thirty reviews for this one. Okay, here we go!

Tickle Me Flame, Fire Lord Ozai doll.

Saving the best for last, the spokesman took out the doll of his king and presented it to the crowd. It was regal looking, demanding, harsh, yet firm and commanding. Like a father type figure, who loved his children, but was tough with them too.

"You can now have the ability to take home his royal highness himself, folks," the spokesman said, brushing aside his own aide, who stared at him for a moment. "The Fire Lord Ozai, master of the world, defender of his people, loved by us all!" The crowd cheered wildly, and a few dropped into unconsciousness as foam burst from their mouths. "O…kay, well here's the doll, so try it out, and see what you think!"

The doll was chosen by all of the people in the crowd, mainly because rough looking guards would not have it any other way, and mostly because they all wanted a piece of their king in their own homes, as if it were a good luck charm. His crown sparkled with golden light, and his beard was long and dominating on his slender face.

A young woman tickled her king's doll, and it chuckled with a light laugh, "Very good, royal jester," it said in a dark voice, "now tell me a joke!"

The woman blinked and looked around, half smiling, "But I don't know any jokes," she chuckled.

"I said tell me a joke, jester, make me laugh with your words or it'll be your head!" the doll roared.

She blinked and looked around, clearly confused. "Wait, this thing can't be serious," she cried. Guards quickly surrounded her.

"The king demands a joke!" the captain of the guards growled.

"But it's just a doll, its not the real Fire Lord!" she complained.

"A joke or there will be a beheading!" the doll shouted. She dropped it, and was quickly caught by the guards. Seeing no way out she gulped and thought quickly.

"Knock, knock?" she said half heartily.

"Whose there?" the doll asked.

"Pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin who?" the doll sneered.

"Pumpkin up in the air, and shake it like you just don't care?" she cried. There was silence, for a long moment, and then the doll roared with laughter.

"That was the lamest joke I've ever heard," the captain of the guard crooked. The doll shot up and pummeled him senseless.

"I said it was funny, so it's funny!" it roared, and turned to the rest of the guards. "Anyone have a problem with that?" they all shook their heads, and he turned to the woman. "You may go now."

She fled, screaming for the hills, and the doll dropped to the earth, lifeless as it had been before she tickled it. The spokesman quickly caught the doll, and tossed it to his aide, laughing half heartily. "Remember folks, these are just the test specimens, the prototypes. Don't get too worried about today's events, the completed dolls won't be this enthusiastic, I assure you."

A young girl tickled the doll on his stomach, and it laughed, "That tickles! Remember to always pray to me for help!"

A man and his wife tickled their doll, and it chuckled, "Death to the traitors and anyone who stands in my way of glory!" it shouted. "Oh, and very good tickling."

An old woman studied her doll and sighed, "Not as handsome as his brother, or his father," she said.

"Like you're a real catch," the doll growled. The woman screamed and tossed the doll onto the ground. "Damn I hit my nuts!"

A boy tickled the doll on his feet, and it roared with laughter, "Oh boy, that's great fun! Be a loyal citizen!" The boy smiled and nodded his head.

A woman tickled the doll, and it exploded into laughter, "Very wonderful. You've got such tender hands!"

"Wow, he's not the first one to say that!" she said with a wide smile. The woman decided to buy all the dolls, and went out in such a hurry, that she forgot to collect her children. "I've got the whole collection," she cried, insanely.

"Mommy, wait," her daughter cried. "You forgot us!"

"When can we play with the dolls too mommy?" her son asked.

"What! Never, no, NEVER, you can never play with them! Their first edition Tickle Me Flame dolls, their going to be worth billions in a few decades!" she looked at the dolls and began laughing insanely again. "The whole collection, I have the whole collection!"

The spokesman looked at the woman go and then pulled out a pad and quill. He dipped the quill in ink, and watched her disappear over the hill. "Note to self and every other spokesman of the Fire Lord, watch out for crazy lady with long brown dress, brown hair, and eyes the size of saucers."

A middle aged woman tickled the doll, and he laughed, "Iroh is a traitor, and Zuko is a failure, and my mother used to call me Pokey Flame Tutu when I would get sick! But more importantly stay away from the Avatar, and the dark side of bending!"

"That is so weird?"

"What, that I said stay away from the Avatar's lies, or that my family is full of fools?" the doll asked.

"No, I mean that your mother called you Pokey Flame Tutu," the woman said.

"No she didn't," the doll complained.

"But you just said so," the woman said, frowning.

"Er, well I mean …, buy lots of dolls, and support the Kingdom." It turned to the spokesman and shouted, "Han, get me out of here!"

Han Harrison quickly took the doll from the woman's hands and handed her a bag of gold, "You didn't hear anything," he snapped. He handed the doll to his aide and instructed him to make sure that no one else found out about the Fire Lord's nickname.

His aide, Chewie, a hairy, long legged brute howled, and did as he was told.

Millions of the dolls were sold, and the Fire Nation went on to make a lot of gold for their war effort. But in the end it couldn't save the Fire Lord from getting a major butt kicking by the Avatar in the Summer of that year, and his loss of throne to his son. The End.

Okay, this is it! It's over! I hope you all enjoyed it! How did I do? Again, if I get thirty reviews, it'll sped up the creation of a sequel, and if not, if there is a sequel, it might come sometime in the Winter of this year, or next (January, February). Thanks for reading. Review, review, review!