Jacket? Check. Wallet? Check. Keys? Well, obviously, you’re driving, you big gavone. Okay, Danny, this is gonna be your night. They’re gonna be shocked to see you. The guy every girl wanted and every guy wanted to be. The capital-C Cool Cat who flew into the clouds in a 1948 Ford Convertible and then inexplicably vanished, disappearing for three decades.
Man, heads are gonna snap when you walk in. Can hear those dorks now: “Whoa. Dan Zuko? That’s impossible…”
They’re gonna be shocked to see how cool I still am, like “Holy shit. Nobody’s seen you in thirty years! Are you okay?” Ha. Thirty years. That’s still so weird to say.
I’m getting chills, and they’re multiplying just thinking about those jaws hitting the floor when they see I look exactly the same, going, “Like for real, man, this is freaking me out, what the hell is going on with you?”


