Third Person POV

"Hello and welcome to another exciting episode of the craziest game in the galaxy: Garfle Warfle Snick," An announcer-like voice spoke. "And now, here's the host of Garfle Warfle Snick, Bob!"

An alien on a floating chair appeared from the ground as a crowd cheered.

"Thank you, Norlox. Hi, everybody," Bob says. "Welcome to another exciting edition of Garfle Warfle Snick, the game where anything you garfle will be warfled, and vice versa. I'm Bob. Now let's meet the intergalactic goofballs we've got playing with us today."

The Paladins rose up, looking around in confusion and slight fear.

"What is this place?" Allura asked.

"Looks like some kind of game show," Hunk mentioned.

"What's happening?" Keith asked.

"I don't know. But I don't think we want to," Nyle spoke.

"The last thing I remember, we were all flying in our lions," Pidge adds.

"Hi, there," Bob says, putting a microphone up to Keith. "Tell us your name and where you're from."

"What is this?" Keith asked the alien.

"Uh-oh," Bob says. "Looks like somebody wasn't listening to Norlox. Tell him what this is, everybody."

"Garfle Warfle Snick," An audience said.

"That's right, the name of the game is Garfle Warfle Snick. Now tell us your name, son," Bob spoke.

"My name is Keith. How did we get here?" Keith asked.

"I'll tell you how Norlox got to be on the show," Bob replied. "His uncle owns the studio. All right, Keith, why don't you introduce us to the rest of your team?"

"We're the Paladins of Voltron," Keith replied. "This is Allura, Hunk, Nyleaya, Lance, and Pidge. But you haven't answered my question. How did we get here?"

"I hope not the same way I got here," Bob says. "A moofglider was jackknifed on the Haldar Expressway. and it took forever to get past it. I still smell like moof.

"Okay, Keith, I'm sure you know how to play our game. All you've gotta do is accumulate quaz-cenbullion credits and you win. Of course, if you don't, you'll hear this sound," Bob spoke as a random sound had played. "And that means you're trapped here in our studio for the rest of eternity."

"Wait what did you say?" Nyle exclaimed.

"Did you say we'll be trapped here for the rest of eternity?" Pidge asked.

"Uh-oh. Is there an echo in here? Echo in here?" Bob said.

"I don't know who you are or what's going on, but we're getting out of here," Keith said.

"Oh, I don't think so," Bob said as the Paladin's feet got stuck to the floor.

"My feet are stuck," Lance said.

"Mine, too," Pidge adds.

"See, all of you are guests on my show and you will play my game as long as I want you to," Bob says, his voice becoming distorted before it goes back to normal. "Understand?"

All the paladins nodded furiously, a little scared.

"Great! Let's start with our first warfler. Tell us what is it, Norlox," Bob says.

"The first warfler is, Pictation!" Norlox says.

The audience cheers as Bob brought over Keith.

"Come on over here, Keith," Bob says, bringing Keith behind a pillar. "Pictation, the drawing game. Now, Keith, the answers will pop up on your screen where your team can't see them. It's up to you to draw the people and places you've seen during your adventures as a Paladin of Voltron while your team tries to guess the answers. Are you a good artist, Keith?"

"I, uh-"

"Well, I hope you're a better drawer than a talker, huh?" Bob interrupts as he puts a pacifier in Keith's mouth and his bangs in a ponytail. "Let's put blazzle hoochas on the board. And...go!"

A countdown started as Keith began to draw. 

"It's a rock! Balmera!" Hunk shouts.

"Olkari cube!" Pidge shouts.

"It's a chicken!" Lance yelled.

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

"I don't know. It's not my fault Keith can't draw," Lance responded. "Rooster! A chicken hawk. A chicken with a beard!"

"Would you shut up??" Nyle shouted.

"It's an Arusian!" Allura shouts.

"Correct!" Bob yells.

The board clears as Keith started to draw again.

"What is that, chopsticks?" Lance questioned.

"It's something from space, Lance," Hunk says.

"Space chopsticks?" Lance questioned.

Keith broke the pencil in anger as another one appeared in his hand.

"It's a knife. Sword?" Pidge questioned.

"Oh, wait! Blade of Marmora!" Nyle yelled.

"Right again!" Bob says.

Keith started to draw once again once the board cleared itself.

"Dog! It's a dog!" Lance yelled.

"It's a lion," Hunk says as Keith nods. "Black Lion, Blue Lion, Yellow Lion, Red Lion."

"Red Lion is right!" Bob says.

"Yeah!" Hunk shouts.

"Way to go, Hunk!" Nyle says with a smile as the next round starts.

"Pepperoni. An alligator! A cave, a windy cave!" Lance shouts. "Oh, no, no, no. What is that thing called? It's a thermos!"

"Lance, would you stop talking?" Allura says, slamming her hands on the table.

The timer buzzed not long after.

"Oh! Time's up," Bob says. 

"What? No way that was blazzle hoochas," Lance said.

"Looks like our other team is gonna have the opportunity to steal," Bob says, motioning to the podiums across from the team.

"What other team?" Nyle asked.

Zarkon, Hagger, Lotor, and one of the Galra commanders rose up from the floor as the Paladins stared in shock.

"Zarkon? No way!" Lance exclaimed.

"This can't be happening," Hunk mumbles.

"Hello there," Bob says, going over to them.

"Hello, Bob," Zarkon replied.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to the audience and tell us who these wonderful people are with you?" Bob says.

"I'm Zarkon. This is my lovely wife Haggar," Zarkon responds as he puts his arm on Haggar's shoulder.

"Hello," Haggar spoke.

"Hubba hubba," Bob says.

"My son Lotor and one of my insignificant underlings, Morvok," Zarkon continues.

"I am such a big fan of the show," Morvok says. "I can't believe we're here!"

"Well, welcome, welcome. It's good to have you all on with us, especially this lovely," Bob says getting closer to Haggar. "Hmm? Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

"Watch it, now," Zarkon replied with a chuckle.

"All right, Zarkon, have you been watching backstage?" Bob asked.

"Yes, I have," Zarkon responded.

"The Paladins of Voltron have scored three correct answers, but now you and your team have the opportunity to steal all of their points if you can correctly identify what ol' Keith was doodling on there," Bob says.

"Well, I'd rather steal their lions than their points," Zarkon responds.

"Yeah, I bet you would," Bob adds as the audience laughs.

"Uh, why are they acting like that?" Hunk asked.

"It doesn't matter," Allura replied. "There's no way we're going to lose to the Galra."

"But seriously, I think I can guess this. You might not like the answer," Zarkon says to Haggar.

"Uh-oh," Bob says. "Don't wanna stir up any trouble with the missus."

"She doesn't look like that drawing," Zarkon responded. "But I'm pretty sure the answer he was going for was..."

"Fingers crossed," Bob adds.

"It is Haggar?" Zarkon questioned.

"That is correct! The answer is Haggar," Bob says as the Galra cheered.

"This is really bizarre," Hunk says.

"Windy cave?" Keith questioned.

"Hey! I'm not a mind reader," Lance replied.

"So, Zarkon, you have garfled the first warfler," Bob says. "That puts you in control of the board. Do you wanna play or pass?"

"Play!" Lotor yelled. "I spent centuries perfecting my exquisite, lifelike renderings. Not that you cared."

"I treasure your art," Haggar responds.

"Don't touch me, you filthy, filthy hag!" Lotor yelled, pulling away from Haggar.

"Don't speak to her that way, you insolent welp," Zarkon shouts.

Lotor then suddenly slapped Morvok, causing him to shout in pain.

"I didn't do nothing!" He shouted

"Family, am I right?" Bob says.

"They are quite a handful," Zarkon replied.

"So, what's it gonna be, Z?" Bob asked.

"Well, I've always said that the best offense is a good defense," Zarkon replied.

"Sounds like you're gonna pass," Bob questions.

"I am," Zarkon responded. "And I think I'd also like to play this."

Zarkon held up a card with a container and a splat mark on it. 

"Uh-oh!" Bob shouts. "The solo card! That means one of these paladins is gonna have to take the next warfler alone. The question is, Zarkon, which one is it gonna be?"

"Well, I think there's really no choice here. I'm going with the dumb one!" Zarkon exclaimed, pointing to Lance.

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

"It's time for a word from our sponsors. But when we get back, Lance will be starting the next warfler all by his lonesome," Bob says. "Stick around."

"Wait, I'm the dumb one?" Lance asked.

An ad started to play as Bob took Lance from where he was standing.

"What do we do?" Nyle whispered to the team.

"I don't know. But my gut is telling me to try and go with whatever's going on for now. Until we find a way out," Keith responded.

"How do we find a way out? We're stuck to the floor," Allura says.

Before Keith could say another word, the game show started back up, causing them to go quiet.

"Right before the break, Zarkon's team decided to make one of the Paladins of Voltron play solo the next round, and the paladin he chose was the dumb one, Lance," Bob says. "Hey, Lance, how's it going?"

"Well, you know what, I'm not too happy about being referred to as 'the dumb one' like, 18 times," Lance replied.

"Oh, it was only four times, you big dum-dum," Bob replied as a sad noise played. "But now you've got a chance to change all that and show everyone how smart you really are. Are you ready for that?"

"Absolutely," Lance replied.

"Okay! Let's give Lance a big round of applause," Bob says as the audience claps. "He is a great sport. Norlox, tell Lance what the next warfler is."

"The next warfler is Faces From the Past!" Norlox exclaimed.

"A little walk down memory lane," Bob says. "Lance, you know how this game goes, am I right?"

"Yeah! Totally," Lance says as Bob gets in his face.

"What do you think, audience? Do we believe this beautiful dum-dum?" Bob asked as the audience disagreed. "I know you're telling the truth, Lance, but just for the folks at home, let's run through the rules right quick. Now, you're gonna see pictures of some of the folks you've met on your adventures around the galaxy. All you have to do is tell us their names. I'll give you a goolian credits for each one you name correctly, adding to the points you'll need to earn your freedom. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like we're going to be getting back to Voltron pretty soon," Lance responded confidently.

"That's the spirit!" Bob exclaimed. "But just to make sure you don't get any help from your friends, let's lower the isolation shield."

A giant tube lowered around Lance, leaving him alone. "Perfect. Now let's see our first mystery face from the past."

The monitor started flipping through different faces.

"Easy. That's Koli--" Lance stopped when the picture changed at the last second. "What? Who's that?"

The team stared at Lance, absolutely done and annoyed at him.

"He's an important figure. Someone who helped you in your fight against Zarkon," Bob says. 

"Hmm. Keith keeps pointing at his blade, so..." Lance trails off.

"Oh. That's a pretty big clue. Have you got a guess?" Bob asked.

Lance took a few moments of silence to think as he stared at the picture before looking at Bob. "Blade-y. Bladey?"

A buzzer sounded as the team almost combusted in frustration.

"Oh! The answer is Antok," Bob says.

"Oh, yeah, that guy," Lance adds.

"Kolivan's right-hand man who fought valiantly for the good of the universe," Bob says. "This next one is a little more personal. I think you'll remember this gal."

"Ooh! Her? Yeah, that's Plax--" The picture then changed at the last second to someone different. "Her? She was the serious one?"

"That's right! What was her name?" Bob asked.

"Uh, oh! Hold on! Okay, I know this," Lance says. "She was the one who measured my head for that jellyfish hat. She rode on a giant manta ray."

"We need an answer," Bob says.

"Ah...mm. Wait, was it jelly? No, no! Shelly!" Lance yelled as the buzzer sounded again.

"Her name is Swirn," Bob says.

"Swirn? Huh," Lance questioned. "Never would've come up with that."

"Your team is starting to lose faith in you, Lance," Bob says as the team stared at Lance, boiling.

"I'm just not real good with name. I'll get the next one," Lance said.

"I hope so. Let's see the next face from your past," Bob says as the screen started scrolling through faces.

"Finally, a name I know," Lance said as the screen changed once again to someone else. "Quiznack! Can you guys stop changing it at the last second? This guy, this guy."

"You remember," Bob says.

"He faked the distress signal," Lance says.

"He stole the Blue Lion," Bob added.

"That, too," Lance replied.

"What's his name?" Bob asked.

"Okay," Lance groaned. "It's on the tip of my tongue."

"Traveled with Nyma and Beezer," Bob added.

"Yeah. Pidge loved that robot," Lance spoke as the team spelled out 'Rolo' to Lance but he ignored it. "Nope. I got nothing."

The team groaned as the buzzer sounded again.

"Rolo!" Bob exclaimed.

"Rolo!" Lance repeated.

"You are terrible at this," Bob says.

"To be fair, we've met a lot of people," Lance replied.

"Well, this is the last face, Lance. If you finish without a single correct answer, you know what that means," Bob says.

"No. What?" Lance questioned as the audience started chanting the word 'snick.'

"I can't hear what they're saying. Is it snick?" Lance asked.

"That's right! Miss this next question, and I will be forced to hit this button, which will shoot you out of the studio and into the lair of the Snick," Bob says. "Show us the Snick, Norlox."

The main monitor came on, showing a huge monster.

"Ooh! He looks hungry," Bob says.

"What? Nobody said anything about the Snick!" Lance shouts. 

"Well, it's in the title of the show. Garfle Warfle Snick," Bob replied.

"I wasn't listening to that! You know I'm the dumb one!" Lance yells.

"Well, here's your last face, dum-dum. Look carefully," Bob says as the screen of faces came back on.

The audience cheered as Lance looked at them frustrated. "Quiet! I need to concentrate!

The screen stopped as Lance started yelling. "It's Bii-Boh-Bi! Bii-Boh-Bi!"

Lance started to cheer as a jingle played.

"That's right! You're not gonna get fed to the Snick," Bob says as the audience boos. "They are savages. Well, sorry, Zarkon. Looks like you're going home."

"It was fun just being on the show," Morvok says.

"Shut up," Hagger says as their platform drops.

"And now, since's he's the only person in the galaxy that Lance can remember, let's bring him out! Ladies and gentlemen, star of the hit stick-com, Bii-Boh me, the one and only Bii-Boh-Bi!" Bob exclaimed as Bii-Boh-Bi walked out on screen.

"Bii-Boh, welcome back to the show," Bob says. "Seems like you've been pretty busy since we saw you last."

"Bii-bi-boh, bi-boh-bii, bii-bii-bii-bii, bi-bi-boh, bii-bii!" Bii-Boh-Bi says as Bob doubled over laughing.

"Okay, Bii. You're an old pro at this, so maybe you can help this dum-dum out," Bob says.

"Bii-boh, boh-bii," Bii-Boh-Bi says.

"Norlox, what is our next warfler?" Bob asked.

"It's the Garflater!" Norlox shouts.

"All right, now, as everyone knows, the Garflater is worth vezcenbullion credits," Bob says. "So, Lance, this could get you and your friends well on your way to freedom."

"Let's do this!" Lance exclaimed.

"Of course, if you don't answer five questions correctly, you'll end up in the Garflator, where you'll be slowly cooked alive," Bob adds.

"What? Come on!" Lance complains.

"Let's put blazzle hoochas on the board," Bob says. "Bii-Boh-Bi, you're giving the clues, and remember not to say the word."

"Bii-boh," Bii-Boh-Bi replied.

"Start the Garflator!" Bob exclaimed as the gree mouth started going downward.

"Bii, bii-boh-bi," Bii-Boh-Bi says.

"Um, I have no idea what's happening right now," Lance said.

"Bii!" Bii-Boh-bi says. "Boh! Bii!"

"Bii?" Lance questioned as a jingle played.

"Correct!" Bob yells.

"Boh-boh."

"Bii?"

"Bii..."

"Bii-boh? Bii-bii?"

"That's two!" Bob yells as the jingle plays while the team cheers.

"Boh..."

"Bii!"

"Two more to go," Bob says with the jingle following.

"Bii-boh-boh--" Bii-Boh-Bi started as a buzzer sounded.

"You can't say the word," Bob says.

"Bii-boh..."

"Boh-boh, bii-bii-boh, boh-bii-boh."

A jingle sounded as Lance cheered.

"Final clue. Running out of time!" Bob shouts.

"Boh-boh-boh!"

"Bii-boh-bii-bii?"

"Boh-boh-boh, boh-boh-boh-boh, boh-boh-boh!"

"Bii-bii-bii, boh, bii-boh, boh, boh, bii-bii-bii!"

A buzzer sounded as the green monster-like mouth covered Lance up, causing him to scream.

"Oh! So close," Bob says as Lance was dropped into the container full of what looked like boiling oil. "The answer was Bi."

"I said that!" Lance screamed.

"Give it up for Bii-Boh-Bi, everybody!" Bob says as the audience cheers.

"Bii-boh, bi-bi-bi-bi," Bii-Boh-Bii says as he walked off of the studio.

"When we come back from the break, we'll see if Lance's fellow paladins can get him out of the warflator before he gets turned into hot pudding," Bob says. "Right after this."

After a few short moments of an ad playing, the show started back up again.

"Welcome back, everybody," Bob says. "The Paladins of Voltron are trying to win their way off the show, but they just lost one of their team to the warflator. How's it going over there, Lance?"

"Actually, this feels great," Lance replied, floating on top comfortably. "The goo is nice and warm and it feels like it's exfoliating me."

"Well, eventually, it'll eat through your skin," Bob says. "But let's see if one of your friends can help you out."

"Well, hello, Princess," Bob says, leaning close to Allura.

"What are we doing here, Bob?" Allura asked calmy.

"We're playing the game," He replied.

"Please let us go. The universe needs Voltron," Allura spoke.

"Well, then the Paladins of Voltron are just gonna have to get serious about winning this game. Now, which one of you do you want to play to free Lance, huh?" Bob asked. "Who's the brainiest of the team?"

"Pidge," Everyone replied as Pidge held up her hand.

"All right, little fellow, step on out here," Bob says as he brings Pidge out to the middle. "Norlox, tell us what the next warfler is."

"It's Bankchannel!" Norlox exclaimed as a mini-golf course appeared.

"Hey, miniature golf!" Pidge says.

"Miniature what?" Bob asked.

"This game, it's... never mind," Pidge grumbled.

"All right, let me show you how to play here," Bob says as he grabbed a club, demonstrating. "All you have to do is hit the sphere through the bankchannel into the tunnel. Easy."

Bob handed the club to Pidge. "Think you can do that?" He asked.

"I think I can handle it," Pidge replied as she took the club.

Pidge started doing something, getting on the floor and measuring the length between the ball and the first obstacle.

"Oh. Very serious," Bob says. "The hole is over there."

Pidge hit the ball into one of the cameras as she jumped onto Bob, pinning him down. 

"Let us go now!" She yelled as an alarm started to blare.

Suddenly it stopped, Lance and Pidge being brought back to their original spots.

"It looks like the paladins have just made it into the final round!" Bob says.

"What the..." Lance says, trailing off.

"Okay, I know I've said this before many times, but this is the freakiest thing I've ever seen," Hunk says.

"One of you will now be allowed to leave the game," Bob says, "The rest of you will be staying here with me forever. You have blazzle hoochas to write down your choice for who should get to escape on the screen in front of you. Go!"

Borders appeared on the side of the paladins as they started writing down their choices on who they wanted to leave.

"Final hoochas. Make your selections, everyone," Bob says as the counter went down to zero.

The borders went down as everyone looked forward. "Hunk, let's start with you. Who'd you vote for?"

A picture of Allura appeared on screen as Hunk spoke. "Well, Bob, I voted for Allura. I figured she's the princess, and she's such a natural leader, you know. The universe needs her more than it needs the rest of us, plain and simple."

"Aw. Thank you, Hunk," Allura says, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Allura, who did you vote for?" Bob asked.

A picture of Nyle appeared on the screen before Allura started to talk. "I selected Nyle. I believe she should be the one to leave because she has a way of making others feel like they're able to do anything. She's also a very brave and fierce woman and there need to be more people like her. And she's one of the kindest people I've ever met. She also has someone who needs her. So Nyle is my pick."

Nyle smiled and reached over, grabbing Allura's hand. "Thank you, Allura. That's very sweet of you."

"Alright. Nyle who did you vote for?" Bob asked.

"I decided to choose Pidge," Nyle says as a picture of Pidge pops up. "She and the rest of her family are incredibly smart. They're what the world needs and I think they'll be able to teach everyone things that could maybe one day make a huge difference. So, I think she should leave."

"Interesting," Bob says. "Lance, who got your vote?"

"I voted for Keith," Lance says as Keith's picture pops up. "He's our leader, plus he's half Galra, so I think he's, like, the future."

"Keith, the leader, who do you think deserves to make it out of here, huh?" Bob asked as a picture of Lance showed up. "Lance? Why Lance?"

"I just don't wanna be stuck here for eternity with Lance," Keith responded.

"Aw!" Lance says. "Thanks, man. Wait, what?"

"We're down to our very last vote," Bob says. "Pidge, you're the paladin that everyone says is the smartest, the most analytical, the most logical. Let's see who you voted for."

A picture of Hunk appeared as the audience awwed. "Hunk? Seriously?" Bob says.

"Yeah. Hunk gets along with everybody," Pidge replied. "If anyone's gonna go out into the universe and bring people together, it's Hunk."

"Aw, thanks, Pidge," Hunk says and fist-bumped her.

"No one voted for themselves," Bob says. "Everyone wanted someone else to get to leave and every single one of you got a vote."

"So, I guess we all get fed to the Snick or something now, right?" Lance questioned.

Bob turned to the paladins, a sort of demented look on his face. "You all get... quaz-cenbullion credits! You win!"

The paladins cheered as confetti flew everywhere.

"That's our show, everybody," Bob says. "From all of us here at Garfle Warfle Snick, please have your klanmuirls sprayed or neutered. Good night!"

The Paladins suddenly woke up in their lions, a little shaken.

"Oh! Whoa. Oh. That was messed up," Hunk says. "Hey, guys. I just kind of dozed off for a second and I had this crazy dream."

"Garfle Warfle Snick?" Pidge asked. 

"No way," Hunk replied.

"You guys saw that, too?" Keith asked.

"Oh thank god, I thought I was going crazy!" Nyle exclaimed.

"So wait, does that mean Bob is real?" Lance asked.

"Bob? Did you all just meet Bob?" Coran asked.

"Coran, you know him?" Allura questioned.

"I've never met him myself, but I've heard tales," He replied. "He's an all-powerful, all-knowing, interdimensional being who judges the worthiness of great warriors."

"Well, I bet he never met anyone worthier than us," Lance says.

"The legends say that if you meet Bob and live to tell the tale, you're destined for great things indeed," Coran says.

"That guy was kind of a jerk, though, right?" Keith asked.

"Completely," Allura says.

"I'm not that dumb!" Lance exclaimed.