SpunkyasQuiznak
request: game show redo, where keith stands up to Lance being criticized by Bob, and beats Bob up 😼

some klance recap from that episode-

anyway, let's begin :)
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camera zooms in on stage, bright lights picking up on the paladins lined up to the left of the stage. confused faces, loud static inducing crowd cheering, exotic colors of the stage.

the team is clearly confused, their colorful suits adding to the party like array of hues around the stage.

"Hello, and welcome to another exciting episode of the craziest game in the galaxy!" Came the electronic like voice of Norlox, a boisterous stage hand and commentator. The uproar of the crowd was like lightning, loud and crackling, causing chills to run up the paladin's arms.

"GARFLE, WARFLE, SNICKKK!!" Norlox cawed, his voice in unison with the crowd. Cheers, screams, and applause raged.

"And now, onto your host, Booooobbbbb!!" He drew out the name dramatically as the crowd screamed, and in on a miniature flying saucer, came a tiny creature, his exotic body parts and dangerously mischievous smile flying around the stage.

Bob grinned at the audience. "And now, let's meet our intergalactic goofballs, huh?"

the camera rears towards the paladins, faces appalled and confused.

Hunk blinked in confusion, raising a confused finger towards Bob. "...is this a game show?"

Pidge shook her head, confused. "We were just flying in our lions-"

"Haha, it seems our guests are a little impolite!" Bob croaked, causing the audience to giggle and roar. " Please, introduce yourselves! " His saucer zoomed over to Keith, microphone dangling towards the paladin.

Keith's eyebrows furrowed, looking Bob up and down. "What is this??"

Bob chuckled. "It seems someone wasn't listening to Norlox!" he guffawed with the crowd. "May the audience please tell him where we are!"

The crowd cheered with energy. "Garfle Warfle Snick!!" 

And with that Bob turned back to the paladin, "Please, name son."

Keith shook his head impatiently before sighing. "My name is Keith, and I'm a paladin of Voltron.... How did we get here??"

" Heh, well, Norlox over here, his uncle owns the studio so-" Bob said charismatically, letting the crowd chuckle.

Keith frowned. "What??"

" And who did you bring with you, Keith? " Bob smirked.

"Uh-" Keith glanced at his team. "Well, we're the paladins of Voltron, this is Allura, Hunk, Lance, and Pidge." He said.

camera follows each paladin as their name is called out and faces light up in the crowd.

"But I'll ask again." Keith said, almost growling. " How did we get here?? "

Bob laughed loud. "I'll tell you how I got here. A long trip down the expressway with a truck of moof, that's how!" He stares giddily into the camera. "I still smell like moof!"

The crowd cringed at that, laughs uproaring.

He then turns back to the paladins. "Anyway! The name of the game is simple. To win, you must accumulate the max total of credits by winning at as many warfles as possible!"

" Now, if you lose, you're trapped here forever!! " He chuckled evily, closing in on the paladins, his face dark and scrunched together with a devilish grin.

sad trombone* crowd chuckles darkly.

" Wait, what-" Pidge and Hunk asked quickly, looking between Bob and the crowd.

"We'll get out, just watch." Keith said, defiantly.

Bob laughed. "No, you won't!"

with that, saucers appeared at each of the paladin's feet, chaining their legs to the floor.

"What the-" the paladins tried to escape, panic creeping as the reality of the situation set in.

"Now, the first warfle!!" Bob said enthusiastically, his mischievous smile returned. "Pictation warfler!" He lifted his hands to add dramatic effect, as Keith's saucer was yanked over to the middle of the stage, where he was planted in front of a screen and drawing tablet. 

with an unexpected poof! keith's luscious locks are draped up into a ponytail like hairstyle atop his head. and with a baby like giggle over the stage, a bright teal pacifier is plopped into his mouth. how cute!

Keith stares at his friends, eyes wide with panic and embaressment.

They all shrugged back at him, just as confused.

"A little about the pictation warfle," Bob said grinning, " Keith here, has to draw what we tell him to, without his team's knowing, and they'll be guessing what he is attempting to adapt! The more they guess correctly, the more credits!! " 

"Are you a good drawer, Keith?"

" Uh-"

Before Keith could react to that, the first pictation was announced to him.

Arusian

Keith quickly started drawing, the pen accompanying the tablet thin in his fingers as he scribbled the square like creature with rounded edges.

His team squinted at the screen. "Rock!" Hunk called, eyes wide. " Eh... Balmeran? "

"Olkarian cube!" Pidge called.

" Chicken! " Lance called. His team stared at him in confusion. Keith shook his head.

"When did we see a chicken in space??" Pidge questioned.

" It's not my fault Keith can't draw! " Lance said.

The energy of the team refracted to the audience, who laughed and ooh'ed with every mishap.

Finally, Allura banged her arms on the table, screeching. "ARUSIAN!"

Keith sighed in relief, as Bob clapped delightfully.

The next word was announced to Keith, and he grimaced as he quickly tried to draw.

Blade of marmora

The blade quickly seeped onto the screen. 

"Ooh! Ooh! Space chopsticks?" Lance tried.

"Knife?" Hunk tried.

" Blade of marmora! " Pidge yelped, and Keith nodded.

Red lion

Keith quickly drew the cat like robot, praying it was good enough.

"Dog!" Lance called.

"Lion?" Hunk said. Keith quickly nodded, with a thumbs up. Hunk kept going.

"Blue lion?" Keith encouraged him to keep going. So close!

" Yellow? Green? Red! "

The audience applauded as Hunk called out the red lion and Keith slumped in relief.

Haggar

"Pepperoni? Alligator-" Lance started calling out random guesses as Keith started his drawing of their enemy.

"Cave... Windy cave?" Lance chirped. " Thermos! "

Allura groaned in annoyance as Keith tried to deflect Lance's guesses.

"Ooohhh," Bob chuckled. " Hate to tell you all, but times up!"

Keith frowned in frustration as he was spun back to his podium and with another poof! was transitioned back to the normal "less babyish" version of himself.

"Let's see if the opposing team can steal!" Bob announced, stretching his arm towards the right side of the stage, where new podiums and players were ascending.

The paladins all let their jaws drop, as they realized who they were facing. Was this real?

Bob zoomed over to the opposing team as the camera quickly follows, and he asks for introductions as the crowd watches in anticipation.

"Please, introduce yourselves!"

Zarkon smiled slyly. "I'm Zarkon, and this here is my lovely wife Haggar-"

Haggar croaked a dry "Hello".

Bob's saucer flew closer to her as he wiggled his eyebrows in the camera. "Hubba, hubba." He flirted with her childishly.

"My son Lotor," his son crossed his arms and scowled for the camera, flipping his gorgeous mane. " And my insignificant underling- Morvok. "

Morvok practically jumped at Bob with excitement and pep. "I'm a huge fan of the show, sir!! I still can't believe we're actually here!!"

Bob chuckled, still trying to grasp Haggar's attention.

"Well, back to the game, huh!" He said cheekily, his attempts to woo her to no avail.

"So, to steal," Bob explained. "All the opposing team has to do is guess the pictation correctly!" 

" I would rather steal their lions than their points. " Zarkon says, eyeing the paladins. Bob chuckled at that along with the crowd.

"I'm sure you would!" He points to the screen. " But what's your guess? "

the camera rears in on Zarkon.

He turned to his wife with a cheeky smile. "You won't like this Haggar. And I wouldn't say it looks anything like her, but the answer would be Haggar." He says, pointing at the screen. 

"That is...." Bob drumrolls. " Correct!!! "

The crowd goes wild, as the steal is deemed succesful. Zarkon's team celebrates, Lotor doing a little jig, and Morvok bouncing around as Zarkon tried to seek approval from his wife, who looks as if she couldn't care less.

The paladins sigh with defeat, as Keith turns to Lance. "Windy cave?"

Lance rolled his eyes. "I'm not a mind reader!"

" I know. " Keith then said. "I-its fine." He said.

camera returns to Zarkon's team.

"So." Bob says. " With that victory, do you want to play or pass now that the game is in your hands? " He asks the opposing team.

"Play." Lotor says immediatley. "I spent many ventures perfecting my exquisite lifelike renderings, too much to ever pass." He said in disgust. " But not that you ever cared. " he spat at Haggar.

Haggar shook as she turned in her ancient cloaks. "I treasure your art, Lotor." She said, reaching a bony hand towards his broad shoulder.

Lotor swatted at her hand. "Don't touch me, you filthy, filthy hag!"

Zarkon glared at him, his voice booming. "Don't speak to her that way you insolent whelp!"

Lotor glared back at his father, fuming. He then took it out on Morvok, swatting the guy atop the head.

"What did I do-" Morvok whined.

Bob chuckled at the camera. "Family, am I right?"

Zarkon sighed. "They are quite a handful."

Bob laughed. "Back to the game, what's it gonna be Z?"

Zarkon tapped his chin thoughtfully. "The best offense is a good defense, as I always say. We'll pass."

The crowd awed at that, as Bob nodded.

"Oh, but Bob," Zarkon said, bringing attention back to them. " I'd like to play this. " he handed Bob a small card.

Bob looked it over before holding it up, sweeping the stage in his saucer. "The one and only, solo card!"

The crowd whooped and woo'ed at that, excited. 

Bob cheered with them. "This card means a member of the opposite team has to take the next warfler all alone."

He turned back to Zarkon. "Who's it gonna be!"

Zarkon smirked. "There's no choice here is there really. The dumb one!" He roared.

camera turns to Lance, whose mouth is gaping.

"Who's he talking about?" Lance asked.

The crowd laughed at that as Lance frowned.

"I'm the dumb one?"

" Now, an ad from our sponsor!! " Bob squealed, as the cameras cut and he started for the back of the stage.

As the crowd hushed a little and Zarkon's team muttered to themselves, eyeing the paladins, Keith got Lance's attention.

"Hey," he said.

Lance was still saddened from Zarkon's remark, but glanced up at Keith. "Hi."

"You know what they said isn't true, right?" He said, placing a hand on Lance's shoulder. " You're not dumb at all. "

Lance looked him in the eye. "You don't have to be nice, I know they're right."

Keith furrowed his brows. "But they're not! You might not always think your words through, and you joke a lot, but that makes you you. Not stupid. I'm sorry they don't see that."

Lance felt his lip twitch. "...and you do?"

Keith smiled. "Yeah. I always have."

Before they could say another word, Bob was spinning back on to the stage, with the crowd squealing.

Norlox cleared his throat as the cameras reeled back up. 

"And now! Back to garfle warfle snick!!" The audience cheered.

Bob spun to the center of the stage, as Lance was yanked out to his side. "Previously on Garfle Warfle Snick, the paladins of Voltron have been struggling to escape! Zarkon and his team have played the solo card, and chosen Lance, the dumb one, to partake in this next Warfle alone. "

The audience screamed as Bob glanced at Lance. "So, Lance, how do you feel?"

Lance balled his fists. "For one, I don't like being referred to as the dumb one 18 times." He said.

Bob smirked. "Oh, it was only about four times, ya big dumb dumb."

The crowd laughed at that, and Lance frowned, glancing over to where Keith's fists were balled and he was glaring at Bob. His eyes turned to Lance.

You're not dumb, Lance. He mouthed with a smile. Lance felt his heart flutter, before gripping his sweaty palms against his suit, and turning back to Bob. 

"Lets give a big round of applause to this good sport, eh?" Bob encouraged, causing the audience to applause Lance. But Lance was still pretty pissed off. 

"Anyway, Norlox what's the warfler for Lance here?" Bob asked, turning Lance towards the crowd.

" Faces of the past warfler! " Norlox said enthusiastically.

Bob smiled at that. "A walk down memory lane. You do know how to play Lance, correct?"

Lance blinked, not wanting to be called stupid or dumb anymore. "Pfft, yeah of course!"

Bob eyed him. "Yeah ok, do we believe this dumb dumb?" Bob asked the audience. They booed, and he chuckled.

Lance stared at his feet in embaressment, and Keith could feel his blood boiling with rage. 

"Well, let's say Lance does know the rules, let's still go over them for those at home yeah?" Bob said with a grin. " For this warfler, all Lance needs to do is name the faces we show on screen. Faces of people he and his teammates have encountered throughout space. "

Lance smirked at his team. "Oh, we're going back to Voltron pretty soon then." He said, cocky. Keith shook his head, chuckling.

" Now, " Bob said. "Cue the isolation shield. "

From the ceiling, came a transparent tube that landed around Lance. "This way you'll have no help from your team."

Lance knocked on the tube. "Oh, oh wow." 

"First face!" Bob cued.

A generator of faces started flying through, slowing on Kolivan.

"Oh, I know him, thats-"

Then the generator abruptly stopped on Antok from the blade.

Lance pouted. "Oh."

Bob smirked. "Kolivan's right hand man..."

Zarkon and his team chuckled. "I know him." Lotor said.

" Yeah me too! " Morvok piped in.

Lance glanced at his team, where Keith was pointing at his blade. Lance locked eyes with him.

"Oh, that's a pretty good hint." Bob said slyly.

Lance winced. "Uhh, okay, okay..."

He then turned to Bob, confident-ish.

"Blade" he said, his face hardened and dark. "-y?" He tried, his voice a high whine.

Bob laughed. "Nope, it Antok!" The audience laughed at Lance's face of despair, and Keith eyed Bob.

"I- I knew that!" Lance pleaded. Everyone laughed at that.

"Heh, sure!" Bob said, Before turning back to the screen. " Next, up! "

The screen began generating again, faces blending together. It finally began to slow.

"Oh, oh, Plaxu-" Lance started before the final face appeared. Not Plaxum, but...

"Heh, the serious one." Bob giggled. "Not Plaxum, but-"

Lance eyed the screen, before turning to his friends. "Uhhh, she gave me a fish helmet.."

His team gave him thumbs up, enthusiastic because he was so close.

"Uhh, she did the planning..."

" Ummm.. ? "

Bob frowned. "Well you got that one wrong!" He said happily, " It was Swirn! "

Lance's face fell at that, as the crowd laughed, and Zarkon's team celebrated.

"Go Galra! Go Galra! Go Galra!"

The paladins sighed, and Keith tapped his finger on the table tediously.

"Next uppppp," Bob started, as Norlox began the rotation.

It was almost Nyma-

"Oh, I know her!!"

But it landed on Rolo.

"Ugh-" Lance sighed. "This guy, this guy..."

" Traveled with Nyma. Faked a distress signal and stole the blue lion. " Bob tried to help.

"Yeah, um. Pidge loved their robot." Lance said.

"Uh- R. ..Rodger? "

The crowd aw'ed  as Bob shook his head and a buzzer went off. Lance frowned at his team, mouthing sorry.

"It was Rolo!" Bob said. " You're terrible at this!! "

Lance felt his heart grow heavier at that, and Keith grew even madder.

"Snick! Snick! Snick! Snick! Snick!" The crowd yelled. Morvok cheered.

"Ah, yes." Bob said. " If Lance here doesn't get at least one right, he'll be fed to the Snick! " And with that, the screen became a camera watching a huge and dangerous looking creature roaming its lair. It looked hungry.

"You scared, dumb dumb?" Bob chuckled.

Keith felt himself trying to escape the saucer chaining him to the floor. He wanted Bob to shut the hell up, so so bad.

"And the final face is!" Bob said, turning back to the generator, which was already quickly moving.

It landed on...

Bii boh bi.

" OH I KNOW THIS ONE." Lance practically screamed. "Bii boh bi!!!!"

"Correcttttt!!" Bob says, clapping. " No snick, people! "

The audience booed at that, having anticipated the snick feasting on Lance.

And with that, Zarkon and this team were yanked from the stage, having not been able to steal again. 

The paladins cheered at that, but Lance's job wasn't done.

"Now, Lance." Bob said. "Since you could figure out the final face, that face will be making a special appearance. Everyone give a warm welcome to the star of the hit show, Bii Boh Me, Bii Boh Bi!" 

The crowd goes wild as out comes Bii Boh Bi, babbling incoherent words off and giving out air kisses.

"Lance, your final warfle, is to answer five questions correctly, questions that Bii here will know the answer to, and he will give you hints to help you out!"

Then Bob smiled mysteriously. " And if you don't answer five right, you'll be thrown into the garflater, where you'll be slowly cooked alive! " the crowd gasped at that as Lance looked over to the bubbling hot bath of liquid across the stage.

Steam practically poured from it. Lance shivered.

"Now, Bii, you will be giving clues to Lance here, are you ready?" Bob asked Bii Boh Bi, who nodded happily.

The game starts off, Bii being told the answers to the questions and giving Lance clues in his mysterious language. Lance guesses as best as he can. And gets four right in a row!

The crowd is roaring, excited to see Lance finally doing so well.

Then, Lance gets one wrong.

Bob cackles as Lance is consumed by the garflater, thrown into the hot liquid.

With that, Lance looks to his team from his predicament and the crowd chuckles. Bii Boh Bi leaves, as the show goes on commercial again, this time for Vrepit Sal.

As Bob retreats backstage again, and the crowd hushes, Keith tries to get Lance's attention.

He's had enough of Bob walking over Lance and treating him so disprespectfully. Someone as sweet and determined as Lance.

Keith simply wanted to let Lance in on his plan to beat Bob's ass.

But alas, the commercial break ended, and the creepily upbeat music of the show started up again, with Bob spinning out of control in the middle of the stage.

Lance is practically bathing in the garflater, laid back like it's a sauna. "This feel greats, it's exfoliating!" Lance says cheerily to the camera.

" Ah, well, soon it'll eat through your skin! " Bob said, snickering as Lance's eyes went wide.

"Now," he turns to the paladins. " Who is the braniest of the bunch? "

They all turn to Pidge, who glances up at Bob, eyeing him.

"You!" He smiles. " You will have a task, that hopefully will save Lance from the garflater. " he grins. " Come on up!"

Pidge's saucer sends her flying into the center of the stage with Bob, as Lance watched from the tank, and her team sits in anticipation.

"What do I need to do ?" Pidge asks, as she stops spinning.

" Oh, just wait. " Bob said, signalling for Norlox.

The stage suddenly splits open, wooden floorboards flipping, and bringing up a new creation. A colorful, miniature golf like arena rises, setting itself up, cardboard and all. It resembled a water channel.

"It'ssssss, bankchannel!" Norlox's voice roars, with the audience applauding.

" Oh. It's miniature golf! " Pidge says.

Bob turns to her confused. "Miniture golf?"

She readjusted her glasses. "Oh, uh, nevermind." 

Bob shrugs it off. "Anyways! To win, and save Lance, you need to hit the sphere through the bankchannel. That's all!"

Pidge smiled. "Oh, I can do that."

"Wonderful." Bob said, moving back, as she began calculating. She twisted her floating saucer here and there, tipping her newfound golf club this way and that.

"Ooh, so intelligent!" Bob said to the crowd, grinning.

Suddenly, Pidge aims her club, and winds her arm back, before sending the ball flying towards the nearest camera, causing it to black out. She jumps onto Bob then, trying to tackle him to the ground, as it all goes haywire.

Keith cheers at that.

Suddenly, the stage goes dark and static sounds. When the lights come back on, Lance and Pidge are both back at their podiums, locked in. The static turns back into the upbeat theme song.

The backchannel is gone, and Bob is back where he was before the attack.

The paladins stared in confusion.

"This is officially the freakiest thing ever." Hunk said, fear rising in his voice.

Bob slides over to their side of the stage. "Final round, Paladins!!" The crowd cheers, and the paladins sigh with relief.

"Now, one of you can leave, and the others? Stay here forever!" Bob said sinisterly.

The paladins try to question him, but he keeps talking. "You'll each choose who you want to leave."

And with that, boards appeared between each paladin, along with a marker to choose their person. 

Annoying music started up as the time began to pass, while each paladin had to choose their person. It was tedious to watch.

Finally, it was time to read every person's answer.

Hunk was first. "I chose Allura. She's the princess after all, and such a natural leader. The universe needs her more than it needs us." He said. 

" Awwww, Hunk. " Allura said, smiling at him. 

"So sweet!" Bob said. " Allura, who did you choose? "

"Pidge." Allura said.

" Why Pidge? "

"Her and her family have the best chance of rebuilding what my father started." Allura said quietly.

"Interesting." Bob said, nodding.

Bob turned to Lance. "And you?"

Lance's screen showed Keith, and the crowd cooed, while Keith's ears turned pink.

"I chose Keith because he's our leader. Plus he's half galra, so I think he's like... The future."

Lance smile was impossibly soft as he said that, and even Bob felt his heart flutter. Even if it was just a little.

The camera turned to Keith, whose screen showed Lance.

"Lance?" Bob said. " Why Lance? "

Keith knew he couldn't say something as sweet as Lance. It'd be suspicious wouldn't it?

"Uh, I just don't wanna be stuck here with Lance." He said quickly, looking away.

Lance smiled. "Awww thanks man-" Then his smile faded. "Wait what?"

Keith shrugged.

"And Pidge, the most analytical, most logical. Who did you choose?"

Hunk appeared in her screen, bright and happy.

"Why Hunk?"

"Because Hunk gets along with everyone." she shrugged. " He can bring people together. "

"Aww, Pidge!" Hunk smiled. They fist bumped, and the crowd clapped.

As the team smiled and chatted between each other, Bob tapped his flying saucer, trying to figure out his next move.

"We've never had everyone want someone else to leave, and everyone get a vote..." He said.

" Oh. " Hunk said. "So... Do we all get fed to the snick?" 

" What? " Bob said. "Nooo, you all get the max amount of credits!! You won!!"

As Bob said it, confetti rained from the ceiling as the crowd went wild, cheering. The theme music started up again, blaring with the noise of the audience. The confetti added even more color to the room, creating an overstimulation of the senses. Each paladin was set free from their stands, coming together in a big hug.

That is except Keith. He started straight for Bob.

As everyone cheered, it was hard to see what we going on, but Bob turned to Keith.

"Ah, Keith! Thanks for playing, and congrats on-"

"Shut the hell up." Keith said, already on him. He reared back his fist, and punched Bob square in his mushy jaw. 

Bob's eyes flew open. "What did I do-"

" Don't ever talk about Lance again, you hear?" Keith said. "He isn't stupid, or dumb."

Bob flinched. "I-"

Keith glared at him, and began punching furiously. "He's caring," punch " And determined, " punch "And lovable" punch "And adorable" punch "And gorgeous" punch "And I'm goddamn in love with him, and he deserves so much more than the likes of you. " punch.

"If anyone's the dumb dumb it's you." He said with one last punch, before his team was on him, yanking him off Bob. But his rage was gone. He smiled at Bob's crippled figure.

He turned to his team, only to have Lance push them out of the way, grasping at Keith. "Keith what-"

"Lance." Keith said, breathless, bringing the blue paladin towards him, pressing his lips against his. Lance's rigid body went loose, leaning into Keith, who held him in his arms. They were so warm, and Keith couldn't admit how long he'd waited for this moment.

The paladins and audience alike squealed at the boys, while Norlox played his best romantic track, a choppy piano solo.

As Keith and Lance stared into each other's eyes lovingly, wishing they were alone, Pidge turned to Hunk.

"So where's my 10 gac?"

Hunk rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Whatever." He handed her the payment for losing his end of the bet.

And with that, they all gathered together again, grinning, as Keith kissed Lance on the cheek.

Norlox closed off the program with his signature phrase. "That's all folks on this episode of Garfle Warfle Snick!"

the end! 

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