A/N: Well, I'm in love with Kickin' It and Austin & Ally, so I decided to write a crossover fanfic for it. This is actually the first fanfic I'm writing, so any suggestions or constructive criticism is welcome. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer~ I do not own Kickin' It, Austin & Ally, Gangnam Style, or anything else that might be mentioned.

Jack walked into the dojo Saturday morning, expecting the usual. He would hang out with the guys, spar with Kim, and do some exercises with Rudy, then go to Phil's. What he didn't expect was for Rudy to be on full hyper mode, jumping around and dancing to…Gangnam Style?

"What's going on in here?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't know," Kim replied. "He's been like this all morning."

"Yo, dude, you're doing it wrong," Jerry pronounced, before going up to Rudy and showing him the right way to do PSY's signature move in the video.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so excited," Rudy exclaimed, before breaking out some more moves.

"We can see that," Milton said.

"Rudy, is there some new medication you're on that we should know about?" Kim said, sounding genuine.

"No, but guess what?" he replied.

No one answered, in fear of what Rudy might do to them, being a 3rd degree black belt and all. Finally, Eddie spoke up, not noticing the warning looks everyone else was giving him.

"You're treating us to Falafel Phil's?" he asked, with hope shining through his voice.

"No, silly!" Rudy said. "We're going to Miami for two days for a tournament, and we leave today!"

"WHAT!?" everyone shouted at once.

"Did I mention the flight takes off in 3 hours?" he said, this time calmer, as if getting that out was all he had needed to do.

Kim took a shaky breathe, before stepping forward.

"You mean to tell me, we should be at the airport in less than 3 hours, when we need to ask our parents for permission, pack, and drive all the way there? Did I mention PACK?! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES A GIRL TO GET READY?!" she shouted at a now cowering Rudy, before lunging at him.

Luckily, Jack caught her and held her back. "Okay, Kim, I think he gets it!" he shouted over her struggling. "Let's just go get ready and meet back at the dojo in thirty minutes, 'Kay? Let's go, everyone." He let go of Kim's waist with a small blush on his face that was evident on Kim's face, too.

Ally Dawson hated it when people assumed she and her best friend were dating. Seriously, it was as if a boy and girl couldn't be pushed together without some romance. Where would they get that idea anyway? Definitely not from the fact that she was nearly sitting on Austin Moon's lap right now in the food court, in clear view of her old crush, Dallas, while they were trying to think of the lyrics for a chorus to their new hit.

"How about…no," Austin said.

"How about we eat, and then we'll get back to the practice room to think of some more ideas?" Ally replied, already putting her book away.

"Sounds like a plan!" Austin replied cheerfully. It was as if nothing could bring this golden boy down.

They turned to their long neglected food, talking about other subjects of interest, the main one being old times, like bungee jumping off a bridge. That is, if you considered what happened a few weeks ago old times.

Suddenly, something caught Ally's attention. It was a two teens, maybe a bit younger than them. The boy was a brunette like her, but his skin was tanner. Next to him was a blond girl who may or may not have been his girlfriend, but they definitely trusted each other. Best friend, maybe? They were wandering around, casually talking, but looking for a seat. Being the kind person she was, when she caught their eye, she gestured for them to come sit with her and Austin, seeing as they had two empty seats at their table. They blond girl raised an eyebrow, before smiling and dragging the brunette boy with her to the table.

"Hey, looks like you need seats," Ally said when they reached the table. "You can sit with us if you like."

"We don't bite," Austin offered.

The brunette boy chuckled. "Thanks, but we wouldn't want to intrude on your date," he said with a wink.

Austin and Ally immediately moved their chairs about half a foot away before stammering incoherently about not dating and just being friends.

"Oh, we get you," the blond said before sitting down, with the brunette following suit. "I'm Kim, by the way, and this is Jack."

"We do karate, both of us are black belts," Jack added. "So who are you?"

"We both do music. This is Ally, she's my songwriter, and I'm Austin Moon," Austin replied. He then added, in a cocky tone, "Maybe you've heard of me?"

Kim's jaw popped open. "Y-you're Austin Moon? As in THE Austin Moon? Singer of 'A Billion Hits?'"

"That's me. But to be honest, I couldn't do any of it without Ally here," he said, glancing at said songwriter fondly. Ally, in response, nudged him, and smiled shyly.

"Well, we better get back to Sonic Boom. It's my dad's music store. Do you want to come with?" Ally asked, getting up while brushing her skirt and picking up her bag.

"Sure," Jack replied. "I play guitar, so I'd like to check your store out."

"Why not?" Kim said, getting up, too.

Trish didn't know why she accepted to being in charge of Sonic Boom for an hour. It was pure torture, and when she accepted the deal, she didn't know she was going to be left behind with the bozo! But Ally and Austin needed their time, so she said yes, anyway.

Right then, a Latino, black haired boy walked in. Hey seemed sort of familiar, like from a distant memory. Maybe he was one of the kids she had threatened in kindergarten for something? Behind him were a tall, red haired kid who reminded her of Dez and obviously needed some fashion tips, and a chubby African American kid. But the Latino seemed to have forgotten them. He was staring intently at her, as if he remembered her, too. Finally, it hit her.

"Jerry?" she asked. The boy nodded.

"Trish?" he asked. It was now her turn to nod.

They stared at each other before breaking into huge grins and racing at their cousin who they hadn't seen in years. That's right. Cousin. However the moment was cut short as Dez got in between, hoping to ask Trish if she had some pudding, but instead got hugged from both sides.

"Oof!" he exclaimed, nearly falling over.

"EW!" Trish yelled, when she realized who she was hugging and jumped away. However, Jerry didn't let go, until ten seconds later. When he looked up, there was a tall, lanky red head.

"Uh, Trish?" he asked the red head. "You changed a lot in ten seconds."

The real Trish face-palmed. "I see you're still just as confused, idiot."

Jerry turned to her voice. "Oh, hey! You're back to normal! And still just as mean!"

Trish rolled her eyes. "I never changed. This, here, is Dez."

"Oh," Jerry simply said before turning to his friends who were staring with their mouths hanging open. "Well, these are my friends Milton and Eddie." He pointed to the respective people when their name came.

"Huh," Trish said. "Well, Jerry, what are you doing in Miami, away from Seaford?"

"Karate tournament," Jerry replied. "I'm hoping to pick up some Miami babes, while I'm here, too."

"Well," Dez interrupted. "I'm made a domino effect instrument display, want to watch me push it down?"

There was a chorus of yeah's and sure's, and Dez smiled in his goofy way. "'Kay, does anyone have pudding?"

"I do," Eddie replied, taking out a packet of pudding cups.

"Really, Eddie? What did I tell you about a healthier diet?" Milton questioned disapprovingly.

Eddie simply grunted in response and handed over the package to Dez, who went and emptied to contents into a tuba.

"Ally's gonna kill you, Dez!" Trish yelped.

"Why would Ally kill Dez?" a masculine voice asked as Austin walked in with Ally and two other teens Trish had never before seen. Ally looked like she wanted an explanation, and she wanted it now.

"I'm waiting," Ally said, crossing her arms.

"Well, you see…" Jerry started, leaning on the nearest guitar.

"WAIT!" Dez yelped, but it was too late. A whole bunch of instruments started toppling one after another, like they were dominoes.

"OH, DEZ!" Ally shrieked, before running over to the tuba, with Kim on her heels, hoping it wouldn't topple over, but it did, covering her and Kim with pudding in the process.

"That." Milton started.

"Was." Eddie continued.

"SWASOME!" Jerry finished.

Kim slowly turned to Dez and spit out some pudding. "I don't know who you are, but you better run," she said with a dangerous undertone. "1…2…"

That was all Dez needed to go rocketing off to who-knows-where.