Ladies and gentlemen, here is the final chapter! I appologize for taking too long, but I wanted to make this perfect.

Well, here are some review responses (for the last time)...

Sweetbriar - Hey, I've been watching too much about - actually, I don't know where the idea came from... Hehehehe...
FREAK014 - Yamis, as bad as us? Nah! Much worse... (evil laugh) I'm glad you liked the last three chapters, but sadly, all things come to an end, and this, dear all, is the end. I hope you enjoy, though!
Rei of the underworld - Yep, ya definitely can't trust a yami to do ANYTHING right!
Virtual Maiden - Hmmm, sorry, but if there really were a "Protect the Squirrels Against Psychopath Yamis"sociey, I wouldn't be able to join. I like squirrel-chasing! But the garage, yeah, I felt sorry for it too. I wish I didn't have to make it explode, but, it was necessary...

Disclaimer = You know it, I know it. I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! But I wish that I owned the 3 yamis, Seto, and Duke!

Warning = Foul language, yaoi/shounen-ai reference, Tea bashing (if you like her, turn back right now!)

Legend = :hikari to yami:, ::yami to hikari::

Well, here it is. The final chapter… Hold on to your seats and, whatever you do, don't you dare eat sugar while reading this! Don't forget, review! This one is gonna be long!

- P.D.E. = Puppy-Dog Eyes

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OFF LIMITS TO YAMIS
Chapter 4: Chaos, Sweet Chaos

"What did you three do this time?" Yugi asked, slowly allowing his huge, amethyst eyes to focus on each of the three Spirits in turn.

"N-nothing, aibou," the Pharaoh replied weakly, squirming against his ropes.

He, the Assassin, and the Tomb Robber, were strapped down to three wooden chairs in the middle of the living room with lengths chains and ropes, all in a row. Yugi, Ryou, and Malik were standing in front of them, eyes wide with mixed falsely innocent curiosity and actual concern. The three yamis had been very… uncooperative when asked for an explanation, and the gang could find no other alternative but to tie them up. For some bizarre reason, Mokuba was being their partisan and refused to explain too – out of pity, he'd said.

"They don't know the meaning of friendship at all!"Tea sniffed and looked pointedly at Bakura and Marik. Why she was still there, was anybody's guess. "Poor Yami is probably too terrified of them to say anything himself – and so is Mokuba!" She looked with affectionate eyes at the Pharaoh, who flinched, then colored red with indignation. Before he could speak, Yugi cut him off.

" Yami…." Yugi begged, his eyes slowly swelling to twice their normal size. Yami's eyes grew wide and he tried to squeeze them shut, but he found that he couldn't. "Tell us already… Pretty please…" Yugi propped up his head in his hands on Yami's lap and continued staring with increasingly larger puppy-dog eyes (P.D.E. version 6: I-need-you-to-talk-to-me look of DOOM).

"…" Ryou pleaded in turn, copying Yugi and kneeling in front of his yami, gently tracing a finger up and down along Bakura's jaw-line. There was a little catch in his voice and a single tear glinted at the side of one eye. "Please tell us…" Unsuccessfully, Bakura tried to move away. Ryou's tear fell (P.D.E version 4: You-just-have-to-be-nice-to-me look of DOOM).

"C'mon, Marik, love," Malik prompted, sitting on his yami's lap. "I'm going to be sad if you don't!" His lower lip started to quiver slightly. Then, slowly but surely, the quivering became more pronounced. An artfully pitiful little whine escaped Malik's lips. Marik found that it was really, truly impossible to look away or block out the sound. Malik pouted some more (P.D.E. version 8: Only-you-can-save-me look of DOOM).

Seeing that they were breaking through, the three hikaris redoubled their efforts, and with cries of anguish, the yamis surrendered.

"Alright! I'll do anything, anything you ask, aibou!" Yami, at length professed.

Bakura moaned, slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Whatever you want, tenchi, I'll do it…"

"Habibi… I am your servant…" Marik said, staring at Malik as if in a trance.

The hikaris smiled. Seto chuckled while everyone else just blinked and shook their heads. "The power of a hikari…" the CEO murmured in admiration, then cast a wary look at Joey, lest the blonde start taking notes. Unfortunately for Seto, he was. Joey looked up from his notepad, smirked deviously, and winked. The CEO gulped and turned to Mokuba. "Now, if this satisfies you, tell us the story, Mokuba."

"Sure thing, big brother!" Mokuba chirped. He turned to look at the rest of the gang, then rested his gaze on Seto and Joey. "Remember when you two went off to France together for a week? And Isis volunteered to take care of me until you got back? Well, everything was fine at her house – until Yugi and Ryou came to visit and took Yami and Bakura along. Then, Tea came and asked Yugi and the rest to help her with something and I was left with Yami and the other two…"

- 0 -

"Are you sure you don't want to tag along, Mokuba?" Yugi asked, for what seemed like the millionth time.

He was standing at the doorway with Ryou and Malik, who were also looking at Mokuba like he'd gone mad. After all, only a suicidal person would voluntarily stay at home with three technologically challenged, possibly homicidal, sadistic, psychotic yamis. Mokuba was most certainly not crazy himself, so why did he want to stay at the Ishtar residence as the only completely sane being there was? Isis had started up her new car and Tea was already in the passenger seat, waiting impatiently.

"I'm sure!" Mokuba laughed. "I want Yami to teach me how to duel later, and I'm sure Bakura will help too. And… well, Marik's still asleep." He looked nervously up the stairs. "Seto bought me some cards to start a deck of my own before he and Joey headed off for France."

"Are you sure?" Ryou pressed. Seto would kill if anything happened to his little brother! "You can come with us. I don't think Tea would mind that much if you did."

Mokuba nodded happily. "What could happen? I mean, look at them!" He stepped aside and pointed into the living room. Yami and Bakura were seated on the couch, the former watching TV, and the latter drinking beer, an unexplained blue streak in his hair. Listening closely, one could hear the sound of snoring coming from somewhere upstairs. "See?"

"Don't worry, aibou," Yami called from where he was seated. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to Mokuba. Take care, Yugi!"

Bakura tried to smile innocently. "I'll help too, if it makes you feel better, Ryou."

While Ryou and Yugi had their doubts, it was enough for Malik. "Okay then. Just remember, Mokuba, there are signs posted all over the house. DO NOT let those guys in there!"

"Okay," Mokuba shrugged. "Isis left money for pizza so we don't touch the stuff in the kitchen."

"Whatever." Malik was hastily pushing Yugi and Ryou out the door as he spoke. "Remember, keep my Marik out of the garage!"

"And Yami out of the kitchen!" Yugi added.

"Don't let Kura go to the bathroom alone!" Ryou chimed in before he and Yugi were shepherded out and into the waiting car.

But this time, Isis got out of the vehicle and bent to whisper to Mokuba. "Please be careful, little one. And… I must warn you, it would be a good idea to keep all three of them away from the locked pantry. What I have in there… is not good for yamis – not at all good."

"Sure thing, Ms. Isis," Mokuba said. "I'll watch the house for you!" He was thinking about something else though. 'Even if I don't know what or where that pantry is. And I've been here five days already!'

"Now that that's all settled," Yami started suddenly, coming up to the door. "You can go now. See you later! Bye aibou! Bye everyone!" With that, he slammed the door shut.

- 0 -

"That doesn't sound like a good start…" Joey commented, eyeing the three still-starry-eyed yamis apprehensively.

"Why do I get the feeling that they were planning something?" Malik said, frowning at his ardent-eyed yami.

Seto was looking at Mokuba in concern. "They didn't do anything to you, did they?" His gaze shifted to the yamis.

Mokuba shook his head and bounced on the couch. "No… but Yami and Bakura did something to Marik in his bedroom…"

- 0 -

"AH! ANUBIS HAS DECIDED TO HAVE ME FED TO SET! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The Assassin awoke and screamed, flailing his arms around wildly before Bakura stuffed a beer-dampened pillow in his face. He and Yami had tackled the sleeping Assassin a moment ago in an effort to rouse him.

"Get a grip, you deranged Assassin!" the Tomb Robber snarled, holding down the pillow. "We just woke you up!"

"By Ra and Osiris!" Yami swore, falling backwards onto the bed. "Be still, Marik!"

Mokuba ventured to step further into the room. "Umm… Excuse me, but you're suffocating him, I think." The boy said this with an embarrassed blush. But he was right. Marik had nearly stopped moving beneath the pillow.

"Too much, Tomb Robber!" Yami exclaimed, hastily ripping the pillow off Marik's face, accidentally tearing it in two.

"Why are you two here anyway?" Marik asked, blinking stupidly as he pulled a shirt over his tanned torso.

"You're the one who practically made us come, you moron!" Bakura snarled.

"Oh yeah…" the psychopath seemed to remember and he started to whisper in Egyptian.

Needless to say, Mokuba was getting more nervous by the minute.

- 0 -

"Just what were you doing, Yami?" Yugi asked his darker half, who was looking at him with his heart in his eyes.

Before Yami could reply, Mokuba laughed and continued. "The trouble started as soon as we got downstairs…"

- 0 -

"Bakura, where are you going?" Mokuba asked, as the 3000-year-old Tomb Robber got up from the couch and went to the foot of the stairs.

Yami and Marik had started a duel in order to teach Mokuba how to play properly. It was about eleven-thirty in the morning, an hour after Isis and the hikaris had left with Tea.

"I can walk around on my own, can't I?" the Thief said with a shrug. "I need to use the bathroom."

Remembering what Ryou had said, Mokuba jumped off the floor. "Wait! I'll – I mean, uh… RyousaidI'!"

"Huh?" Bakura blinked. Mokuba had been speaking so fast, it sounded like gibberish. Then it dawned on him; his eyes narrowed. "I need to use the toilet. I'm not going to let anything happen to my hair again!"

"But Ryou said – "

"Fine! Come on then." Bakura stomped up the stairs and as soon as he reached the bathroom door, he growled. There was a sign on the door, emitting a force field.

Off Limits to Bakura

Unless he has company

"Argh! The Pharaoh's brat must have put him up to this," Bakura snarled, entering the bathroom with a blushing Mokuba trailing behind him.

"Put him up to what?" Mokuba asked, still confused. He was looking at the door, trying to ignore the sound of what the Tomb Robber was doing. But Bakura was done quick enough and soon dragged the boy back down the stairs – but not before taking his dagger out and slashing at the sign. Mokuba was getting unnerved. As soon as they got to the living room, they found that Yami and Marik were gone. "Where – ?" Warning signs flashed in his mind. What if the other two did something bad? 'Ms. Isis will be mad!' he thought worriedly.

He caught sight of a flash of blonde hair. "Hey, kid! I was just going to the garage to get – Yowch!" Marik suddenly found himself on the floor in the hallway. There was a sign on the door leading to the garage.

Yami no Malik,

STAY OUT!

It was Isis handwriting. "Damn! I thought with her gone, the shield would be lifted!"

"Excuse me, but can someone tell me what's going on?" Mokuba asked. "And where Yami went? Please don't tell me he's going to the kitchen." He was hoping and praying he'd get a good answer, but…

Marik blinked. "But that's exactly where he went. He said he wanted a beer."

There was a slight tremor in the ground and Mokuba ran off in the direction of the pantry, wondering what was so wrong about letting Yami into a kitchen. He was the most sensible of the three Spirits, right? In the young Kaiba's hurry, he didn't notice the evil grins on Bakura and Marik's faces.

- 0 -

"You three managed to hide everything you've done from us all for this long?" Duke said in disbelief. "Dudes, those signs were all over your houses and no one noticed?"

"No one ever asked about them," Ryou said. "And before today, Kura and the rest wouldn't let us say anything."

"So, what happened next, Mokuba?" Seto asked, still glaring at the love-stupefied yamis.

"You should have realized right away that something was off; Yami doesn't even drink beer!" Yugi said.

Mokuba blushed. "They had been planning something all along. They were just waiting for me to get distracted…"

- 0 -

Yami was standing outside the kitchen, holding a six-pack. "What happened?"

'Too late!' Mokuba groaned. "Yamiii…. Yugi's going to be mad! You're not supposed to go into the kitchen!"

"I'm not?" The Pharaoh put on an innocent face. "But there was no sign." He kicked something that looked like a cardboard sign out of sight.

"Never mind…." Mokuba sighed. So much for his image of the highly respectable Yami… "Hey, I'm hungry. Can we order pizza now?"

"Of course," Yami consented amiably. "You're the one 'in charge' right now, little one. It's for you to decide."

Mokuba took the Pharaoh's hand and started for the living room. Thankfully, Marik and Bakura were just watching TV. "I'm ordering pizza already. What do you guys want?"

"Something with peppers on it," Marik said, grabbing the six-pack from Yami. "About time you got back, Pharaoh!"

"Well, excuse me for having to blast away the force field first!" Yami sniffed as he sat down and looked at Mokuba. "Could you get one with mushroom?"

Bakura blinked. "Now why didn't we think of that?" he said to Marik. He turned to Mokuba. "Pineapple."

"Your brains aren't working, that's why," the Pharaoh smirked.

Mokuba let out a breath of relief, not noticing the wink Yami was giving his fellow Spirits as they snuck out of the room, leaving behind one very playful Duel Monster. 'Now what was the number of the pizza place again?'

- 0 -

"I don't like the sound of that," Ryou said. "Bakura, why did you sneak out with Yami and Marik?"

"Oh, it was nothing, tenchi," Bakura replied, still busy admiring Ryou's face. "We just opened the seeress' candy pantry, that's all."

Everyone gaped at Isis. "CANDY PANTRY?"

- 0 -

"Yami! Bakura! Psyc – Marik!" Mokuba was running up and down the stairs, trying to find the three missing yamis, and at the same time, get away from a playful, fully mobile Feral Imp. "Leave me alone, Imp! LEAVE ME ALONE! Where are you guys? Help!"

He was almost out of places to go when he spotted an open door under the stairs. He dove in and locked the door. "Saved!"

- 0 -

"You three set Feral Imp on my brother?" Seto roared, starting for the three yamis.

Mokuba stepped in front of him. "No, don't big brother!"

"Why? What happened next that should make me refrain from killing them?"

- 0 -

"I'm safe!" Mokuba breathed.

"How'd you get here?" The young Kaiba jumped at the sound of the voice. Yami's head was peeking out at him through a trap door in the floor. There was something odd about the Pharaoh. He was smiling lopsidedly and there was a sticky pink substance on the side of his mouth.

"Yami! Where're Bakura and Marik?" the raven-haired boy asked, crawling close.

Yami, the same serious Yami Mokuba knew, giggled. There was a half-insane twinkle in his eyes. "I'll show you." With that, he pulled Mokuba down through the trap door.

Mokuba found himself in a white-walled room, one barely the size of his older brother's wardrobe. The walls were lined with shelves, shelves that reached all the way to the highest part of the walls, and on every shelf were crammed boxes, jars, and bags, all filled to overflowing with sweets. In the very center of the room, amidst a pile of pilfered treats, sat the three Spirits. Their hands were sticky, and their eyes had an unholy gleam in them; symptoms of the worst thing that could possibly happen to powerful, 3000-year-old Egyptian Spirits – a sugar rush.

"W-what's all this?" Mokuba stammered. 'Wonder if they'll let me try that stuff…' a small part of his mind questioned, while the rest was busy warning him to flee immediately. What is th-this place?"

Marik grinned, baring his teeth. "It's the seeress' candy stash. I found out about it a few nights ago when Malik let it slip."

"He invited us over to check it out." Bakura's mouth was half full of toffee. In one hand, he held a small pin. "After all, I'm the best lock-picker around!"

- 0 -

"Again with the sweets, Yami?" Yugi groaned. He was obviously used to his darker half's sugar attacks. Ryou and Malik seemed to be accustomed to it too – but nothing of that magnitude! They just looked at their respective Spirits and winced.

"Spirits and sugar don't mix…" Isis sighed. "I think I know what happened next. You left the house, didn't you? There was nothing broken when I got home."

Mokuba nodded and continued his tale. "More like they dragged me out of the house, Miss…"

- 0 -

"W-where are we going?" the young Kaiba panted as he was bounced up and down on Marik's back. It was about ten minutes later, and the three Egyptian yamis had reached the height of their sugar consumption. The psychopath was running along the middle of the street in glee, with Yami and Bakura right behind him, still holding a few pieces of sugary treats. Car horns wee beeping and half a dozen squad cars were on their tail. It was impossible to catch them. The yamis, after all, had supernatural speed.

"!" Yami laughed, his usually somber tone taking on a childish edge as he swallowed another piece of chocolate. "That mall looks nice… Let's go there!"

Bakura was already way ahead of him. "Last one to the toy department is a rotten mummy! Hehehehehehe!"

"But – Wait! S-stop! Lemme gooooooo!" Mokuba yelped as he was whisked past a bewildered security guard. Too late. Marik had jumped onto the railing of an escalator and was fast making his way up. Yami had completely disappeared from view and Bakura was busily trying to catch and eat the little fish in the mall's fountain. The policemen from the squad cars earlier had entered the mall.

"Freeze, unknown person, and let Mr. Kaiba go!" Obviously, the policemen had recognized Mokuba as Seto's brother and now believed hew as being kidnapped.

"Weeeeee!" Marik was too busy running up the downward-bound escalator to notice. People were screaming and trying to get away from him, flocking to the top of the contraption. "I'm King of the World! All Squirrels bow down before me! Kukukukukukukukukukukukukuku!

"We repeat! Put Mr. Kaiba down, or we shoot!" A megaphone was procured and one policeman was bellowing out the warning, which, unfortunately for him, fell on deaf ears.

"MAN-EATER BUG!" Bakura's voice cried out from somewhere above them.

Dear gods! Mokuba's ordeal wasn't over yet. The silvery-haired yami was hanging onto one of the overhanging lights and was jovially calling his cards to life. The crowds were getting hysterical as grotesque occult monsters started appearing from out of nowhere and chasing them around. And in all this, where was Yami?

"DE-HUMAN!" Marik bellowed, tossing one of his own cards into the air. "MAN-EATING TREASURE CHEST!" It seemed that they didn't care whose cards they brought to life, and soon, Mokuba realized that the two of them had probably pilfered some of their friends' cards at some point too. "RED-EYES BLACK DRAGON!"

- 0 -

"Hey, Yugi, maybe you hikaris should have your yamis bring out all the cards they have with them right now," Duke suggested. "I'm missing a few cards and I think maybe Marik has them."

"Hey, we didn't steal your cards!" Marik protested. He and the other two were starting to snap out of their trance.

Joey raised an eyebrow. "Right… Then how'd my Red-Eyes Black Dragon end up with you?"

- 0 -

"Hahahah! How do you like this, little Mokie?" Marik chortled, springing over a pond. "We'll get that little brown demon yet!"

"Put me down, Marik!" Mokuba yelled, near hysterical. They'd left the mall already; the police had been trapped in the lingerie section with Feral Imp and Claw Reacher cornering them. Marik had seen a squirrel and they were chasing it around, riding on the Man-Eating Treasure Chest. "Bakura's running toward the fire house and Yami's still missing! We have to find them – or warn Yugi and the rest – ahhhhhhhhh!"

"There you two are!" Yami had scooped the boy off Marik's back. The sugar-intoxicated Pharaoh was sitting astride Curse of Dragon, flying high above Domino City. "I was just on my way to my palace! Do you want to come?"

Mokuba was more petrified than glad, but by then, he'd regained some of his courage. "Er… Sure, but what palace are you talking about?" he asked. 'At least Yami still talks normally, even if he's gone crazy with sugar!'

Yami giggled insanely. "Over there, little one!"

To Mokuba's shock, he was pointing to the spot where the city hall had been standing, but it wasn't there anymore. In the place of the hall stood a magnificent Egyptian palace, complete with statues of long-gone pharaohs and the gods of old. A black abyss swirled beneath the structure and the hairs on the back of Mokuba's neck stood on end. "It's from the Shadow Realm!"

"No, it's mine! All mine!" Yami was going mad, that was all Mokuba could think about. The Pharaoh was very dangerous on a sugar-high, it seemed.

- 0 -

"Yami destroyed city hall?" Yugi cried out. He whirled on his darker half in horror. "How did you do that? And when? Everything seems normal."

Yami blushed. "Errr… It's all over now, aibou. Don't worry. At least I didn't try to turn the bank into an aquarium."

"Hey!" Bakura protested. "I wasn't thinking straight either!"

Ryou groaned into his hands. "Oh, Kura…"

- 0 -

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Bakura was having a field day.

"I'm rich! Rich! Rich!" he was exclaiming, running around the shiny floors of one of the large banks in Domino City, waving coins around in the air while the terrified clerks watched in terror.

Never mind that the floor was slowly being covered with water. Never mind that the entire South Domino Fire Brigade was standing outside, backed up against the side of the bank with Neo the Magic Swordsman sitting Indian-style in front of them, looking on at the pandemonium around him with only the slightest interest. After all, the Tomb Robber had told him to just sit outside and make sure that the funny-looking men and women in yellow robes and hats didn't go anywhere. Why should he care if other people were running around, screaming in fright as Beaver Warriors ran around after them?

"Hey, you!" Bakura bellowed, poking his head out of the bank finally. He pointed with an unsteady finger at one of the firemen.

"Y-yes?" the poor man asked.

"The bank's almost filled with water." The Thief climbed into the driver's seat of one of the fire trucks. "I'll be taking this chariot for a spin. Neo, you just stay there and keep them company. Bye-bye!" He sped off, hollering something about pineapples.

Back with Yami, Mokuba was wondering how he was going to snap the yamis out of it. The 3000-year-old Pharaoh was prancing around the 'throne room', singing drinking songs in Egyptian and popping gumballs into his mouth. The young Kaiba had gone off the find a telephone or a radio – anything that would help him contact Yugi and the rest. Maybe they could stop their sugar-insane halves.

"Hey, Mokie," Yami called out. For some reason, all three of the yamis had taken to calling him that name. "Where are you going?" His disheveled head popped out into the corridor. "The Tomb Robber and the Assassin will be here soon and we can have that pizza you ordered earlier."

'He's thinking about pizza at a time like this?' Mokuba thought frantically. How was he going to get away from Yami now? "Errrr… Why not call Yugi and the others over too? You know, so all of us can have fun together?" He crossed his fingers behind his back. '...'

"Nope!" Yami replied happily, popping a caramel cube into his mouth. "I wanna surprise my little Yugi-Wooggie with dinner tonight and I'm having chocolate parfaits made for dessert!"

Mokuba blinked. 'Where is the phone when you need it?'

Switching the scene to Marik…

"Waekekekekekekekekekekek….. More strawberry sundae!" Marik squealed, raising his spoon up in the air and calling a server.

A scared-looking waitress ran over and placed a bowl of ice cream in front of the psychopath, who was lounging on top of the ice cream counter, huge dollops of sticky ice cream staining his shirt. He'd devoured about ten gallons of ice cream and he was completely irrational. He'd cornered a squirrel in one of the ice cream coolers in the storeroom and he hadn't let it out since an hour ago. Marik abandoned his spoon and fell to lapping up the swirling pinkish treat with his tongue.

"Oy, Ms. Blonde and Busty!" he called a large-breasted server girl, who was trying to convince a new customer to leave the restaurant before Marik could do anything.

"C-c-can I get you anything, sir?" she asked, coming up to him, self-consciously holding a tray to her breasts, much like a shield.

Just then, there was an explosion and, with everyone screaming and running out of the way, a bright red fire truck burst through the glass doors and most of the wall.

"Hey, Marik, get in here!" It was Bakura at the wheel, wearing a black business suite and… covered in diamond necklaces?

The psycho laughed and ambled over. "How'd you get that, you fucking bastard?" he asked jokingly, grabbing a banana split off a nearby table.

The Tomb Robber just laughed and pulled his fellow yami in. "Pharaoh's gotten himself a palace and wants us over right now for sweets!"

"Since when d'ya take orders from Yami?"

Bakura snatched the split out of Marik's hands and pulled him into the truck, head first. "Since I want more SUGAR! Wahaahahahahahahaha!"

- 0 -

"You guys really are insane," Tristan snickered. "Crazy over sugar… Heheheheeee…"

"Who could blame us?" Yami tried to defend himself. "There were no such things as ice cream and chocolate bars when we were alive!"

"Hmmm… Point taken," Duke conceded with a smirk.

Mai leaned forward in her seat, eyes twinkling mischievously. "What happened next, Mokuba?"

The raven-haired Kaiba blushed. "It took very long before I got through to them…"

- 0 -

"Um, Yami? About calling Yugi…" Mokuba started again, eyeing Yami nervously. The Pharaoh was bouncing up and down on Wall of Illusion, as if it was the most amusing thing on the planet. 'This is hopeless… The more candy he eats, the worse he gets! I hope Bakura and Marik haven't found any sweets…' The CEO's brother was standing beside the Duel Monster, still inside the palace that came from the Shadow Realm, trying to talk some sense into the crazy Spirit.

"What about my Yugi-boo?" Yami asked cheekily, hopping off the card and jumping into a pile of marshmallows.

Mokuba started to edge away. "Umm… Why don't I just, uh, call him now?"

"NOOOOOOO!" Yami shook his head childishly. "He'll tell me to stop! He never lets me have any sweets!" He was acting like a four-year-old, pouting and sulking one moment, then giggling insanely the next.

- 0 -

"I DO have good reason not to let you have sweets!" Yugi protested.

- 0 -

"Pharaoh, where are you?" came the singsong voices of Bakura and Marik.

Yami giggled again. "Over here! There are enough marshmallows here to fill the Nile!"

"Hey there, Mokie!" Bakura laughed, ruffling Mokuba's hair. "Having fun?"

"No!" Mokuba shot back. "You guys, you gotta stop already! You've had too may sweets and you're destroying the city!" Where stealthy persuasion didn't work, maybe the straightforwardness of confrontation might. Poor little Mokuba snapped. Pretty soon, he was yelling at them, for all the world sounding like a mother… or a hikari. "First you pretend just to want to 'hang out', then, you throw me off balance by running around Ms. Isis' house like you own the place, then you set a Duel Monster on me so you can sneak away – Now I think I will never ever want to use Feral Imp in any game – EVER! And then, when I find you, you're all half-mad with all the sweets you've eaten – and those weren't even yours! They were Miss Isis' sweets. When you finally finished the entire room full, you, Marik, decided it would be fun to put me on your back and run off into the city with me! We were chased by the policemen, for Christ's sake! They thought you'd kidnapped me! I wouldn't be surprised if someone's called my big brother by now and he's flying back here just to rescue me, or something!" He took a deep breath and continued. "Then you three get the GRAND idea that the shopping mall is a playground and Yami here disappears while Bakura starts chasing around the fish in the pond and Marik's running up the escalator the wrong way! When the police start closing in, you two," Here, he pointed at Bakura and Marik. "Started bringing cards to life and scaring everyone – and some of those cards weren't even really yours! That was Joey's Red Eyes Black Dragon you summoned, Marik! And don't try to deny it. And speaking of denying, you don't deny yourself anything, do you? That poor squirrel in the park! What were you thinking? It never did anything to you! I thought I was lucky when Yami picked me up, but then, it turns out he's probably crazier than you! What happened to the city hall? This palace wasn't here before. It doesn't even belong in this part of the world! I've seen Duel Monsters running around down there in the city and you've all done nothing but summon more! Not everyone in the world knows about this weird 'secret' of yours. How do you think we're going to explain to them what's happening? I don't even know what you've been up to, Yami no Bakura! And I don't even care what you've been doing since earlier, Yami no Malik! Al I know is that I want everything back to normal soon! And when I say soon, I mean NOW as in, this instant! If I don't see you at least starting to fix the mess you've made, I'm going to do something you will all regret!

The three Egyptian Spirits blinked and stared at him. "W-what will you do?" Marik asked meekly. Big mistake.

"I'M GOING TO GO CALL YUGI, RYOU, AND MALIK!" Mokuba screamed, his eyes half-filled with tears. "Start setting things right – NOW!"

The trio didn't need to be told twice. They vanished into the afternoon and Mokuba sank down onto the floor.

"I wish big brother was here…"

- 0 -

Seto was looking at Mokuba with pride in his eyes. "What good could I have done?" He went to his brother's side and ruffled his hair. "Well done, Mokuba!"

"Yeah, ya sure cowed our three 'heroes' here!" Joey snickered, grinning at Yami, Bakura, and Marik.

Mai, Tristan, and Duke had stuffed their heads into the cushions; they were shaking with laughter. Isis was shaking her head and Yugi, Ryou, and Malik were sighing and exchanging mournful looks with each other. Tea just sniffed.

"Why us?" Malik moaned.

Mokuba cleared his throat. "Er, um, it wasn't over yet."

"There's more?" Seto blinked. Then, a smirk formed on his lips. "Well, finish the story! I'm sure, with everything that's happened already, there can't be much more."

"You're right, big brother. Actually," Mokuba said, taking a deep breathe, and surprisingly, focusing his eyes apologetically on Tea. "There's just what happened to Tea's house… An accident…"

"What do you mean by that?" Tea exclaimed in confusion.

Mokuba blushed again. "Well…"

- 0 -

"Is everything okay now?" Mokuba asked. It was late that afternoon and he was sitting at a pizza parlor, chewing on a piece of ham and pineapple pizza. The three yamis had found him there after they'd disappeared for four hours. Mokuba was relieved and happy. From the safety of the slicery, Mokuba had seen the city returning to normal, and strangely, the people were acting like nothing had happened.

"Yeah…" Yami sighed, his voice low. He seemed on the point of falling asleep.

Bakura slumped down onto one of the chair and laid his head on the table. Marik followed suite, promptly falling asleep where he sat. The sugar-rush was over and the three spirits were exhausted. And they all had one hell of a stomachache.

Mokuba grinned at them. "Do you want anything to eat?"

He was met by a universal moan.

"Serves you right!" the young Kaiba laughed.

Yami groaned. "You are one tough master to follow, Mokuba Kaiba."

The raven-haired boy tilted his head, still smiling. "Yep! And I'm not even a hikari."

"Why you little – " Bakura started, raising his head off the table. But there was a strange noise outside.

= T minus 10 seconds… 9… =

"What was that?" Mokuba squeaked, dropping his pizza.

= 8…=

The three yamis jolted into full consciousness. Their faces paled.

"Shit!" Bakura swore.

= 7…=

"The pointy spear thing!" Marik gasped.

= 6…=

"We forgot!" Yami slapped hi head and started for the door.

= 5…=

Mokuba's gaze shifted from one yami to the other. "What are you talking about?"

= 4…=

"A pointy spearhead as big as a house!" Yami explained. "We left one on my Catapult Turtle!"

= 3…=

Mokuba pieced it together. "Spear-like… big as a house… A MISSILE!"

= 2…=

"Too late to stop it now," Bakura said grimly.

= 1… Launch! =

"Oh, my God…" Mokuba groaned, shutting his eyes.

Somewhere else in Domino City…

"Bye Tea!" Yugi called, walking out his 'friend's' door.

Ryou and Malik skipped out after him. "Thanks for inviting us over!" Ryou said, smiling winsomely.

Malik whispered in his ear. "Yeah, thanks for the hours of torture!" he muttered. Ryou and Yugi giggled softly.

"Remember, don't wait too long before getting rid – I mean, giving those," Isis cautioned the younger girl. "Those cookies won't taste as good if they're not fresh."

Tea smiled. "Don't worry! I'll give them to my darling Yami tomorrow!" She waved the small group out the door.

As soon as she did, Yugi sighed. "I used to like her…" he commented, shaking his head as they got into Isis' car.

Ryou frowned. "Boy, Yugi, can't she get it into her head that Yami loves you?"

Malik snorted. "May Ra take vengeance on the wicked!" he swore.

At that moment, a missile crashed into the Gardner's house.

"Ra's will be done…" Isis said, raising her eyes to the heavens.

"Amen!" chorused the hikaris.

- 0 -

"That's what happened," Mokuba ended. "Yami, Bakura, and Marik made some of their Duel Monsters repair the damage and I guess, from what's going on now, they erased everyone's memory of what happened."

Joey was looking at Tea incredulously. "Aren't you supposed to be dead by now?"

"I never found out how she survived," Mokuba said, as all eyes turned to him.

The brunette girl's cheeks puffed up indignantly. "I'm as alive as you are! That was nonsense! My darling Yami can't have done anything like that! He loves me too much!"

"Can't you get it in your head that Yami loves Yugi?" Malik exclaimed in exasperation. He looked significantly at Yugi, who was looking down at the ground, blushing, while Ryou did his best to comfort him.

"Where is Yami anyway?" Mai asked suddenly. Everyone looked around. Not only Yami, but also Bakura and Marik were missing!

"Oh, no…" Duke paled. "Hey, Valentine, did you buy candy, like I asked you to?"

Mai raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but it's in the kitchen and – "

Tea screamed.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe…." Yami had snuck up behind Tea and was tying her hands behind her back. There were chocolate stains on his face. Bakura entered the room, holding a can of ice cream, an insane gleam in his eyes. A car started outside. "Let's play 'Paint the Tea'!" the sugar-high Pharaoh said, grinning madly.

"Wahahahahahahaha! Last one into the car and out at the museum is a mummified corpse!" Bakura declared. "Hey, psycho, we're coming out!" He and Yami carried off Tea out of the house. The rest of the gang ran to the door just a moment too late. Marik was sitting at the wheel of Mai's van, speeding down the street, while Yami and Bakura were strapping Tea down on the roof of the vehicle.

Marik was cackling madly. "Off we go into Playland! !"

"Yami, come back here!" Yugi screamed, running out onto the driveway.

"KUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAA!" Ryou yelled.

Malik kicked at the pavement. "Ra be damned – Marik, you idiot!" He wheeled on Seto. "Hey, Moneybags, what are you waiting for? Get a car over here, right now!"

Seto fumbled with his cellular phone and started barking orders while everyone else scrambled in and out of the house to start the yami-chase.

Mokuba sat down on the sidewalk and smiled wearily. "Here we go again…"

- OWARI -

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Don't ask where the missile came from, folks! Even I don't know where it came from - and I wrote the story! Teeheeheeheeheehee...

Mokuba sounded like my Mom... (sorry, if you ever get your hands on this, Mother! - real sorry)

Anyhow, it's all over, dear readers. (pouts) I leave Tea's fate up to you and your imaginations! (smirks) I hope that I've been abletoat least, amuse you all.

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Aw, all right! Since you all have been a great bunch of readers, next Friday, I will be posting a new humor story! Yep, yep! Ever wonder how I got Seto and Joey together here? Or what made Duke decide to hang out with the Yugi-tachi? In particular, Tristan? Well, wonder no more! Next Friday, watch out, coz here comes...

Seeing Eye to Eye
Summary: Joey Wheeler and Seto Kaiba never stop fighting. It only takes one single look to set them off! What happens when their yelling starts to annoy Yami, Bakura, and Marik? What else? Watch out, Domino City! Say good-bye to Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler - and say hello to Joseph Kaiba!
Coming to FF.N next Friday! Watch out for it!