Animorphs: the Clip Show.
Jake: guys, it's the series finale of our great adventure fighting the Yeerks.
Marco: what a journey it's been. I'm almost gonna miss those little guys.
Rachel: I'm gonna miss eating them. Yeerk had the potential of becoming a delicacy.
Tobias: Hey. Do you guys remember that time Visser Three challenged us to a dance competition?
*Cut to the dance competition.*
Visser One: We, the judges consisting of Chapman, Tom, and special guest judge Simon Cowell for some reason, conclude that the winner of this dance competition goes to the Animorphs, with their finishing move which referenced MC Hammer's Hammer Time.
Simon: I disagree entirely. It was dreadful.
Visser Three: (shouting at his dance team) I knew we should have gone with a classic. But no. You assured me that the Soulja Boi was the dance to do.
Yeerk: I mean, the song is like ten years old. That should make it a classic, right?
Visser Three: Your life is a classic!
Yeerk: ...what?
*fwap. Yeerk's head roles.*
*cut back to the barn.*
Cassie: What really have us an edge was Marco and Ax's performance of the vase scene from Ghost.
Jake: ha. That wasn't even a dance.
Marco: remember that time we saved Icelandic singing sensation Bjork?
*cut to rescuing Icelandic singing sensation Bjork.*
Bjork: I'd like to thank you, Animorphs, and you, Swedish disco/pop idols, ABBA, for saving me from the Yeerks. If it weren't for you, the Yeerks would surely use my superstardom to infest all 100 of the people crazy enough to live in this hunk of rock.
Marco: hehe, there are active volcanoes here.
Jake: It was our pleasure, Bjork. This wonderful and not at all hellish country of yours can always depend on the Animorphs for saving.
Bjork: Let me repay you with a love concert! Everyone--even famous English singing competition judge, Simon Cowell, for some reason--is invited. But not Visser Three.
Simon Cowell: Still not a fan. Your music is dreadful.
*cut back to the barn.*
Jake: It was a fun show. But I couldn't tell you a thing about any of her songs.
Cassie: Remember when I went to Australia and fought off an advanced alien race with boomerangs and an army of kangaroos?
Rachel: actually...no, I don't.
Jake: did you morph anything cool? Like, a venomous snake? Or a croc? Or one of their poisonous giant spiders?
Cassie: No, I morphed a kangaroo a couple of times.
Tobias: not even a platypus? Arguably one of Australia's most interesting creatures?
Cassie: no, just a kangaroo.
Marco: not even a koala bear? Or a dingo?
Cassie: it wasn't a very good adventure.
Ax: remember that one time I tried out for Amercqn Idol?
*cut to American Idol Audition.*
Ax: my heart will go oooooon and oooooooooon."
Paula Abdul: It's going to be a no from me, sweetie. But you have so many other talents, hon. Like, being blue. And having pretty eyes.
Randy Jackson: Sorry, dog. It's a no from me as well.
Simon: that was dreadful. You have absolutely no business singing a song of any kind, especially not a classic by French-Canadien sensation Celine Dion. Who on earth told you that you can sing? You don't even have a mouth! How would we even record thought speak on a record?! Am I the only sane one here?
*cut back to the barn.*
Jake: hehe. None of those people are on the show anymore.
Tobias: remember that one time we saved Christmas?
*cut to the Animorphs saving Christmas.*
Santa Claus: thank you, Animorphs, for morphing my reindeer, and helping me deliver presents to billion of Chrisitian and for some reason non-Christian families all over the world.
Ax: I learned that Christmas, while overly commercialized and having little to do with the namesake for the holiday anymore, is in the hearts of all, and is an expression of good-will toward men.
Tobias: and presents.
Santa: to repay you, I've decided to give you special weapons against the Yeerks, like that one time I did in the Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
For Jake, a long sword. For Marco, an axe. For Rachel, a bazooka. For Tobias...uh, you go on raking the eyes of Hork-Bajir.
Tobias: it's a classic.
Visser Three: *from far away* your life is a classic!
Santa: for Cassie, a container of Eco-friendly, deadly quantum virus.
Cassie: that's exactly what I, an Eco-terrorist, have always wanted.
Ax: is there anything in that black bag for me, Santa?
Santa: of course, Aximili. I left the deadliest weapon for you. The entire works of Icelandic singing sensation Bjork.
Jake: thanks, Santa. The Yeerks don't stand a chance against us now.
Santa: Merry Christmas! Santa ex machina!
*cut back to the barn.*
Cassie: remember that time we broke into a secret government facility, and found an Andalite toilet?
Jake: actually...I don't.
Cassie: sure you do. Weird he'd horses. The Yeerks were sing horses as controllers.
Ax: that sounds pretty stupid, and barely involved the Yeerks at all.
Cassie: how about that time I was possessed by a Hork-Bajir nothlit and we saved the Hork-Bajir planet kinda, sorta, maybe.
Jake: I think I'd remember such an important and game changing adventure where we liberated a planet that the Yeerks have held for forty years. But since I don't, it must not have happened.
Cassie: Are you saying that you guys don't remember any of the missions that I went on? The ones that actually made it into the books?
Chapman: don't break the fourth wall, Cassie, only Joss Whedon and Dan Harmon, creator of classic pop-culture referencing shows such as Community and Rick and Morty are allowed to do that.
Cassie: Vice Principal Chapman...what are you doing here?
Chapman: oh...uh...Simon Cowell's report or George Washington is like, super over-due.
Simon: (hiding behind a hay bale) oh no, he's found me!
