Velox: Yes you can still play the innuendo game.

"He's coming! He's coming!"

The Granger dojo was a complete mess with its inhabitants slowly recuperating from the night before. Tyson rushed to tidy things up in the scattered room while Max frantically panicked over how to tastefully style his hair. Rei felt the crushing impact of a feather pillow that had been thrown at his face.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty! He's coming!"

The half dead neko-jin struggled to lift off the pillow and mustered up all his strength to utter, "Who's coming?"

"Fred Klaxton aka Antichrist Superstar!" Tyson replied.

Rei collapsed back into his comforters and was harassed with the question, "What are you doing?"

"Going back to bed. If the Apocalypse is coming, I'd rather die peacefully."

Tyson looked around the room for something else to whip at him.

Outside the house, Kai was in his usual, comfortable state of brooding. He was contemplating other replies besides "Hmph" and "Hn." Those could only annoy Tyson for so long. Those had served him well before, but now he was ready for a change. Kai Hiwatari was ready for...

The glass of water shook.

WTF?

Again.

The glass of water shook again.

Kai stood dumbfounded as the glass of water he had beside him shook again. And again! Which meant...something wicked this way was going to blow! (Haha innuendo!) This was usually the part in movies when the ominous music cued in signalling the approach of a foul creature.

Or at least that's how it went in Jurassic Park.

"Kids these days have no respect for their elders."

"Zombie Jesus," Kai thought "it's worse than a T-Rex."

Fred Klaxton stood outside the Granger house with his usual expression of grouchiness. Max and Tyson scrambled to the entrance upon sensing the arrival of darkness. That and it was exactly 12:30 pm, the time their neighbour was invited to come.

"Leaving me here waiting," Fred grumbled "how rude and impolite!"

"Yes God forbid you linger in a doorway for 15 seconds," Tyson muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Er—nothing..."

"We saw you at the protest before." Kai said.

"I don't know if you remember us. I'm Tyson and he's Kai." The world champion held out his hand in an attempt to be friendly.

"Oh," Fred said with a cheeky smirk "I didn't recognize you two with your clothes on."

"WHAT?" both teens exclaimed aghast. The withered senior chuckled and explained, "With my binoculars, I have a pretty good view into your bedroom window. Actually I think some of the positions you do are illegal, I'm looking into it!"

"You miserable old-"

Tyson fought to hold Kai back as Rei went up to speak. "We haven't been formally introduced. I'm Rei Kon."

"Yeah," Fred answered unenthusiastically "you're the one with nothing going on in his bedroom."

"Why you miserable old-"

"Guys guys! He didn't come here to bicker!" Max yelled breaking up the arguments.

"Then what did he come here for?" Kai inquired.

"I came here for what you promised!" Fred stated as he stared intently at the blond American.

"Max no! Don't sink to that level!" Tyson pleaded, "You don't need to..."

"Give me my pastries!" the elderly man demanded.

"Uh...what?"

Max came out with a luxurious array of desserts: exotic breads, colourful cupcakes rich in sweet decorations, colossal donuts, cookies of every shape topped with rich icing and sugar, cakes that must have been handcrafted by the gods; the narrator would continue but has developed a severe drooling problem.

Fred cracked what seemed to be a satisfied smile. As the basket of delicious confections was put into his hands, the existence of the teens around him seemed to disappear.

"But now it's settled." Max announced "I gave you the pastries and now you'll leave the Hobby Shop alone."

Fred chomped into a fruit Danish. "No!"

"But...you promised!" Max looked like a puppy who had been smacked by a newspaper. The old man cackled and in doing so sprayed a waterfall of crumbs on those misfortunate enough to be standing by.

"I didn't mean it! I only said that so you'd give me the food and stop crank calling my house every hour! Yeah right I'll leave it alone. I hate toys, especially those Bey-thingies. Toys and that Hobby Shop only serve to attract more kids. I don't want those kinda people around my town!"

Kai motioned back towards the garden and his bedroom buddy Tyson asked, "Where are you going?"

"To get some holy water. If his head spins around and he pukes up pea soup, we're in trouble."

Fred Klaxton made his way out of the Granger residence, clutching his prized delicacies in tow. Max let out a frustrated groan and raced to reason with Tyson's neighbour.

"But I thought I changed your mind!" Max cried out. "I thought I made a difference and maybe deep down inside you were actually a good person."

Both the old and the young stopped dead in the middle of the street to turn to each other.

"Look kid," Fred bellowed, "not everyone is the miracle angel you believe in. The only thing I hate worse than toys and people walking on my lawn, are idiots who think there's some good in everyone. There isn't! You think all loners like me just need kind words and some compassion and we'll magically transform. Well it doesn't work! Stop believing in delusional fantasies and grow some balls!"

"THAT IS IT!"

Max's boiling frustration erupted into a frenzy of rage.

"I've had it up to here with your bitchy attitude! I've tried my hardest to reason with you and you've done nothing but be a stingy old timer!"

Tyson, Kai and Rei stood at the sidelines watching the rare spectacle that was a pissed off Max. It was quite a sight to behold.

"Now that Hobby Shop is there to stay so you can just forget about putting in that Starbucks! No one gives a flying garbage can what you think! Nobody likes you! In fact everyone hates you! So why don't you do us all a favour and just drop dead!"

And with that the American boy threw his Draciel beyblade right at the top of Fred Klaxton's head. Max turned and stomped away just as a loud thud was heard.

"OMG MR. KLAXTON!"

The boys ran to the old senior as he lay collapsed on the ground with Draciel next to him. Rei lifted up his head as Tyson checked for any vital signs. Kai raised Fred's wrists to where his actual pulse was!

"So the stomach doesn't have a heartbeat?" Tyson uttered cluelessly.

"What's wrong with Mr. Klaxton?" Max asked fearfully.

"Remember when you told him to drop dead?"

"Yeah"

"He finally listened."