"A bright, sunny day in Domino and everyone is participating in the city's annual garage sale. Some more reluctantly than others...

With Bakura and Ryou

"Ryou, come on!" Bakura called to the pouty Ryou, who was lagging behind. "I've got things to steal- erm, browse. Yeah, I've got things to browse!"

"Okay, let's stop at this one," Ryou suggested.

"Fine," Bakura groaned. "But they have nothing shiny!"

Ryou muttered under his breath, "Then maybe this will be the first garage sale where you don't steal everything valuable and pocket sized."

Ryou was looking at some RPG figurines on a shelf when Bakura tapped him on the shoulder. "Ryou!"

Ryou looked around at his yami, who now wore a long-sleeved flannel shirt over a white t-shirt with 'stud' written over a muffin design. "What are you wearing?"

"Check out my flannel shirt!" Bakura exclaimed; then he took on gruff tone in a deep voice. "I'm gonna go woodcutting later."

"Oh, God."

"Gonna get me some lumber."

With Yami and Yugi

While Yugi inspected some board games, Yami was staring intently at an object he thought odd to be in a garage sale.

The man running the sale noticed his conflicting emotions about the product he was staring at. Eager to make a sale, he hurried over.

"Anything I can help you with?" The man asked.

"Yes. This seems to be priced a tad... high," Yami replied.

"Oh, I assure you, sir, that is definitely worth the money."

"So you say, but how do I know that this carton of milk is worth five dollars?" Yami asked suspiciously.

"Just check the expiration date. It's an antique!"

With Marik and Malik

"Oh, Marik, look!" Malik said to his yami while pointing at a stationary bike. "Yes!" Malik jumped on the bike and began to pedal as fast as he could.

"It has a speedometer. The little needle isn't moving. Looks like somebody~isn't trying hard enough," Marik taunted.

"What!" Malik exclaimed outraged. "I'm pedaling as fast as I can!"

"Person!" Marik said to the man running the garage sale he and his hikari were currently browsing. "This bike is broken."

"Oh?" The man walked over to them. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"The needle doesn't move no matter how fast I pedal!" Malik said finally giving up pedaling. "It must be evil. It's supposed to say how many miles per hour I'm going." Malik crossed his arms.

The man shook his head. "I doubt it." Both blonds look at him. "I don't care how fast you pedal; you aren't going anywhere on that thing."

Malik looked at the bike in awe. Marik, however, was already bored and said to the man, "Okay. Leave now."

Malik looked over at a table. "Hey look, those two helmets are 50 cents each. I'm sure you could work out a deal to get them both for a dollar."