Katara was not amused.

To her complete and utter annoyance, someone had found and stolen her secret stash of water balloons. And to make matters worse, the culprit of this heinous crime had the guts to use them against her. Katara had been ambushed with her own water balloons.

Katara was, most definitely, not amused. The culprit must pay.

So after quickly drying off from the most disgraceful, she called an urgent meeting in her parents’ kitchen, and once sure that everyone (Aang, Haru and Toph – Sokka was at basketball practice) had arrived, she began:

“People!” she snapped, slapping a plastic ruler against the kitchen bench. “A most atrocious crime has been committed! My secret stash of water balloons has been found and stolen and used against me!”

Haru eyed her doubtfully. “Are you sure you’re not just… you know, overreacting?”

“I am not overreacting!” hissed Katara. “The culprit must pay! Do you know how long it took me to collect all those water balloons?”

Toph scoffed. “A day? They all came in the same packet.”

Katara twitched. “SILENCE!”

Aang and Haru flinched.

“Do you even know who stole them?” asked Aang tentatively.

Katara turned to him and nodded. She began to pace about the kitchen thoughtfully, as if imitating Sherlock Holmes before she began to explain her theory to them. “It’s simple, really,” she said, continuing to pace, “There’s only one person who would do something so… so evil.”

“Evil?” asked Toph, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, evil,” snapped Katara. “That one person,” she continued, “is obviously none other than Zuko!”

Silence. And then:

“Do you have a reason for this conclusion?”

Katara glared at Haru. “Yes! Of course I do! It’s so simple, so obvious!”

Aang stared at her. “But Katara… do you have any proof?”

“Are you defending him?” asked Katara, turning to the ten year-old.

“No!”

“Good. Now, we need a plan of action!”

Haru backed away from her slightly. “Katara, how much sugar have you had today?”

“What kind of question is that?”

Haru shrugged. “I dunno,” he said, “I know you’re not easy to get on sugar high, but being attacked with your own water balloon, plus all the sugar you might have had today… you just might be on a high! You don’t really have any proof that – ”

Katara fumed. “I am not on sugar high! Haru, I have been attacked with my own ammo by my worst… nemesis! Are you going to help me or not?”

“I just thought – ”

“Yes or no?”

Haru sighed. “Yes, but – ”

“Good,” snapped Katara. “Now, back to our battle plan!”

“Can we open a window first?” asked Toph. “It’s kinda stuffy in here.”

Katara clicked her tongue irritably. “Fine. Hold on.” She stepped towards the window, unlatched and pushed it open before leaning out of it to make sure no one was listening. Next thing she knew –

SPLASH!

“Gotcha again, Katara!”

Head soaking wet and absolutely furious, she wrung her hair out and stepped back into the kitchen, glaring at the other three who seemed to be a little stunned.

“This is war. Battle plans. Now.”