Classic Zac Gets Ken Jennings …

Okay, here’s a story about Classic Zac getting Ken Jennings fired from Jeopardy! and then grounded:

Classic Zac, a mischievous kid with a shock of bright blue hair and perpetually mud-stained sneakers, was obsessed with Jeopardy!. He watched it every night, dreaming of one day standing behind that famous podium. He even practiced buzzing in with a modified spatula.

One fateful evening, Zac’s parents were out, and he was left in the care of his eccentric Aunt Mildred, a woman known for her questionable life choices and a fondness for conspiracy theories. Jeopardy! was on, and Ken Jennings was hosting.

Zac, fueled by a sugar rush from Aunt Mildred’s “special” cookies (which tasted suspiciously like gasoline), had a brilliant idea. He grabbed Aunt Mildred’s old CB radio, the one she used to “communicate with the aliens,” and tuned it to a frequency he thought might interfere with the Jeopardy! studio.

During Final Jeopardy!, as the music played and the contestants pondered the category, a garbled voice boomed through the studio speakers: “Ken Jennings is a robot! He’s controlled by the lizard people! Wake up, sheeple!”

Chaos erupted. Contestants stared blankly, Ken Jennings looked bewildered, and the studio audience started whispering. Security guards rushed around, trying to locate the source of the interference. The show went off the air.

News of the incident spread like wildfire. Jeopardy! producers were furious. An investigation was launched. Eventually, Aunt Mildred’s CB radio was traced back to Zac. Ken Jennings, rattled by the “robot” accusation and the general disruption, decided he needed a long vacation to “find himself” (and maybe get a software update). He was quietly replaced as host.

When Zac’s parents returned, they were greeted by a very unhappy Aunt Mildred and a news report about the Jeopardy! fiasco. Zac confessed everything, his blue hair drooping with shame.

The grounding was legendary. No TV, no video games, no “special” cookies, and worst of all, no Jeopardy!. Zac was sentenced to an eternity of reading encyclopedias and weeding the garden. He learned a valuable lesson that day: messing with Jeopardy! is a serious offense, and Aunt Mildred’s cookies are probably best avoided.

Okay, here’s a story about Classic Zac’s declaration:

Classic Zac, a whirlwind of youthful chaos with his signature bright blue hair sticking up at all angles and a mischievous glint in his eyes, slammed his fist on the coffee table, sending a half-eaten plate of cookies scattering. “I’m going to get Ken fired from Jeopardy!” he shrieked, his voice filled with manic glee. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

His parents exchanged weary glances. This wasn’t the first time Zac had declared war on an unsuspecting celebrity. Last week it was the weatherman, apparently for predicting rain on Zac’s meticulously planned mud-pie-making day.

“Zac,” his mom sighed, “why would you want to get Ken Jennings fired? He’s a nice man. And very smart.”

“Because!” Zac exclaimed, jumping off the couch and striking a dramatic pose. “Jeopardy! is boring now! Ken doesn’t ask the questions right! I could do a way better job! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

His dad chuckled. “I think Jeopardy! is doing just fine, buddy. And I’m pretty sure they have a rigorous hiring process.”

Zac, undeterred, grabbed his backpack. “I have a plan! A brilliant plan! So brilliant, it’ll make Alex Trebek spin in his grave! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

He dashed out the door, leaving a trail of cookie crumbs and a lingering sense of impending doom in his wake. His parents braced themselves. Whatever Classic Zac had planned, it was bound to be… interesting.

Classic Zac, fueled by his diabolical plan and an unshakeable belief in his own genius, burst out of his house and sprinted down the street. Thanks to the inexplicable laws of GoAnimate/Vyond logic that governed his existence, he found himself almost instantly transported to Culver City, California, standing right outside the imposing gates of Sony Pictures Studios.

He grinned, his blue hair practically vibrating with excitement. “Time to put my plan into action! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Zac, with the uncanny ability of cartoon characters to bypass security, slipped past the guards and navigated the labyrinthine hallways of the studio. He followed the signs for “Jeopardy! – Stage 10,” his heart pounding with anticipation.

He burst through the doors of the studio, finding himself on the familiar Jeopardy! set. It was even more dazzling in person. The bright lights, the sleek podiums, the giant game board – it was all so…perfect for his scheme. Ken Jennings wasn’t there yet, but the stage crew was bustling about, preparing for the next taping.

Zac surveyed the scene, his mind racing. He needed to act fast. He spotted a stack of cue cards near Ken’s podium and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. “This is going to be easier than I thought! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Classic Zac, emboldened by his successful infiltration, spotted a man with vibrant orange hair, a comfortable gray hoodie, and classic blue jeans standing near the sound booth. He recognized him instantly – it was Johnny Gilbert, the legendary voice of Jeopardy!

He marched right up to him, a determined glint in his eyes. “Hello there, man with orange hair, gray hoodie, and blue jeans! What’s your name?”

Johnny Gilbert, slightly taken aback by the enthusiastic approach of the blue-haired boy, replied, “Well, hello there, young man. I’m Johnny Gilbert. And you are?”

“I’m Classic Zac!” Zac declared proudly. “And can you please fire Ken? Please?”

Johnny Gilbert raised an eyebrow. “Fire Ken? Now, why would I do that?”

Zac launched into his carefully constructed lie. “He praises bad contestants and confronts good contestants! He reads the clues wrong! It’s an outrage, I tell you! An outrage!” He punctuated his statement by dramatically throwing the cue cards he’d swiped into the air. They fluttered down like confetti. Then, adding a touch of theatrical flair, he yelled “Oh, frick!”

Johnny Gilbert’s face turned a shade of red that rivaled his hair. “OH MY F–KING GOD!” he roared, his voice echoing through the studio. “THANKS FOR TELLING ME, CLASSIC ZAC! HE IS SO FIRED!”

Zac grinned, his mission accomplished. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Johnny Gilbert, fueled by righteous anger and Classic Zac’s (probably fabricated) accusations, stormed towards the announcer’s podium, nearly tripping over a stray cable in his fury. He grabbed the microphone, his orange hair practically crackling with static.

Then, with the force of a thousand suns, he marched towards Ken Jennings’ podium, pointing a trembling finger. “KENNETH WAYNE JENNINGS, YOU’RE FIRED!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the stunned studio.

Ken Jennings, looking genuinely bewildered, stammered, “But… but I didn’t do anything wrong?”

Johnny Gilbert wasn’t having any of it. “Don’t give me that innocent act! I know what you’ve been up to! Praising the undeserving, berating the bright, misreading clues… It’s a disgrace to Jeopardy!” He punctuated his tirade by forcefully shoving Ken off the podium. “Get out! Get out of my sight!”

The contestants gasped, the audience murmured in disbelief, and the producer and director exchanged horrified glances. Ken, looking utterly dejected, hung his head and shuffled off the set, leaving a void of stunned silence in his wake. Johnny Gilbert, still fuming, glared at the departing figure.

Classic Zac, watching from the sidelines, clapped his hands together with glee. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Mission accomplished!”

As Ken, shoulders slumped and tears streaming down his face, made his way back to the Jeopardy! Masters house, he was met by Brad Rutter at the door. “Hey Ken, what are you doing home early? And why are you crying?” Brad asked, his voice filled with concern.

“I… I got fired for no reason,” Ken sobbed, struggling to get the words out.

Brad’s expression turned to one of disbelief and then anger. “That’s terrible! I must tell the other Jeopardy! Masters at once!” He turned and bellowed, “ALL JEOPARDY MASTERS, GET OVER HERE!”

The other Jeopardy! Masters – James Holzhauer, Matt Amodio, and Amy Schneider – came running into the living room, their faces etched with curiosity and apprehension.

“What’s going on, Brad?” James asked, ever the pragmatist.

Brad pointed a trembling finger at Ken. “Ken got fired today!”

The room erupted in a chorus of gasps and protests.

• James Holzhauer: “Fired?! What?! That’s insane! How could they fire Ken?” He started pacing, muttering darkly about ratings and corporate greed.
• Matt Amodio: “That’s… that’s just not right. Ken’s a legend! What reason did they give?” He looked genuinely shocked and upset.
• Amy Schneider: “This is awful! Ken, I’m so sorry. We’re going to get to the bottom of this.” She put a comforting hand on Ken’s shoulder.

The Jeopardy! Masters were united in their outrage. They were a force to be reckoned with, and they were ready to fight for their friend.

Brad, fueled by the collective rage of the Jeopardy! Masters, immediately took charge. “Alright, everyone, let’s go! We’re going to the studio and we’re going to find out what really happened.”

They stormed back to the Jeopardy! set, demanding to see the security footage. After some heated arguments with the remaining staff, they managed to access the tapes. There, in crystal-clear glory, was Classic Zac, orchestrating his chaotic scheme.

James Holzhauer’s eyes narrowed. “That little…! We need to deal with him.”

Brad, remembering Classic Zac’s previous antics, knew exactly who to call. “Cody and his friends will handle this.” He pulled out his phone and dialed.

Meanwhile, Cody was enjoying a relaxing afternoon watching The ZhuZhus when his phone rang. He answered, and Brad’s voice, laced with fury, blasted through the speaker.

Cody’s eyes widened. “OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!” he screamed, startling his friends. “CLASSIC ZAC! I GOT A CALL FROM THE JEOPARDY MASTERS SAYING THAT YOU GOT KEN FIRED TODAY! THAT’S IT, YOU ARE MOTHERF–KING GROUNDED FOR LIFE! GO TO YOUR MOTHERF–KING ROOM NOW, YOU C–T!”

Back at the Jeopardy! set, Classic Zac, having basked in the initial glow of his “victory,” was now starting to feel a little uneasy. Suddenly, Cody’s voice, amplified by some unknown force, boomed through the studio. Zac burst into tears, wailing like Ludoviko.

Later that day, Johnny Gilbert, conscience-stricken and realizing he’d been manipulated, confessed the truth to the producers. Ken was immediately rehired, much to the relief and joy of the Jeopardy! Masters, who celebrated with a raucous game of trivia.

As Classic Zac trudged towards his room, tears still streaming down his face, Cody’s voice echoed after him, laced with cruel glee. “And for getting Ken fired today, you will be forced to watch The Price is Right!”

Cody grabbed the DirecTV remote and, with a flourish, switched the channel to CBS. The opening theme of The Price is Right blared from the television, its cheerful melody a stark contrast to Classic Zac’s misery.

The image of Bob Barker (or Drew Carey, depending on the year this scenario is taking place) flashed onto the screen, signaling the start of Classic Zac’s excruciating punishment. He knew what awaited him: endless showcases, confusing pricing games, and the relentless enthusiasm of the studio audience.

It was a fate worse than grounding.