Dance Lessons With Malik -Part One
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! But the actual disclaimer to all my stories are in my profile, but oh well. ; This is a fun Malik thing. I was bored and wanted to have a little fun messing with one of my favorite characters. Malik! ; No, I don't mean MARIK who's the evil psycho.
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Malik walked by a market one day, in the Egyptian sun, and stared at a television.
"Oh, so its one of those T.V.s again." He smiled. He noticed on the T.V. that a blonde lady in a white apron was hosting a cooking show, and showing off some cuisine that she had made. "And now, it is finished. Just simply give it a few minutes to cool, and you have yourself an excellent tuna cassarole!" She smiled.
Smiling back, Malik waved. "What I'm wondering," He began. "Was how she got to host her own show like that! Maybe I could show some dance moves, I've got!" He cheered. Isis stood behind him and sighed.
Malik spun around and looked at his older sister. "Sister! I want to host a dancing show!" He asked, innnocently. Isis smacked her head. "You're starting to act a little bit childish, Malik, and anyway, you have to be a professional dancer!" She protested. Malik frowned for a moment, and bucked up again. "Yes, sister, but I am a professional, see?" He said, flailing his arms side to side while swaying back and forth.
Shada walked by and saw all of this. "Isis, may I ask-" He started. Isis just shook her head. "Hey... mister..." Malik said, still dancing. "I'm dancing, professionally!" He squealed and began to pant. Shada laughed. "Now, Malik, if you really want to dance like that, you should host your own show!" He smiled. Isis nudged him angrilly. "Um... what?" Shadi asked. Isis twitched. "Don't encourage him..." She muttered.
Malik grinned an ear to ear grin. "Thank you, Shada! I infact will!" He said, running off wildly. Isis sighed once more. "Why did you say that, Shada. He takes things like that too seriously." She said. "So... sorry then. Are you going to go after him?" Shadi asked. Isis stared. "Um, I think I'll pass, its pretty hard to catch him." She admitted.
People further away began yelling loudly as Malik recklessly blasted through their crowds. "You punk!" One said, creating a big scene. Malik stopped and turned around. "Are you looking for a dance-off, Mister?" He asked, in an akward gesture. "Well then, bring it on!" He said. The man didn't answer and he was a little confused so he whispered to another man nearby. "What the heck is a dance-off?" He asked, the other one shrugged.
Malik looked for a nearby radio and layed in down on the ground. Suddenly, the radio began to play by itself, and apparently it was playing the Hamster Dance song. "You'll never stand a chance!" Malik asked.
"Alright, who gave the kid sugar?"
Malik twirled around and began to hop around. "You made a BIG mistake, mister."