A/N: Originally wrote as bedtime stories for a friend, believe it or not. The quality of writing does go up in later chapters. I don't even know what this is supposed to be... randomness everywhere.

"Marik..."
"Bakura?"
"...This is stupid..."
"Silence, Fluffy!"

The motorcycle skidded to a halt, the two boys climbing off of it and making their way to the door of the Kame Game Shop.

Bakura stumbled a little, "You're going to get us both bloody killed one of these days, Marik... You drive like a bloody maniac. Don't perform stunts in small alleyways! ...How did you ever pass your test?"
Marik grinned, "HA! Who needs a driver's license when you have SKILLS?!"

Bakura just shook his head, "Ugh...forget I asked. What are we doing here again, anyway?"
"I'm glad you asked! Fluffy, this is my best plan yet. I promise this one will work! Yugi won't recognize us! Besides, we'll get paid for this whether the plan works or not!" Marik beamed enthusiastically as he ran to the door, pulling Bakura behind him.

The spirit just sighed as the other boy rang the doorbell, them both sporting typical pizza delivery uniforms - pale teal shirts bearing the company's logo, along with matching hats - they had stolen earlier, both their hair styled even more elaborately than usual.

As Yugi opened the door, Marik gave an over enthusiastic grin.

"WASSAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

There was silence, as Bakura looked away in embarrassment, and Yugi just stared in shock.

Before the door could slam, Marik quickly held up the delivery.

"Hey, hey! Don't slam the door on me yet! I haven't given you your friggin' pizza!"
Yugi slowly reopened the door, taking the pizza.
"...Right...I did order a pizza, but...why are you two delivering it?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Marik asked, feigning innocence, "Well, that's not important. We delivered your pizza! And it clearly states here that it's cash on delivery, spikey. However we'll accept the mille-...that necklace as payment if you are lacking sufficient funds!"

Without a second look, Yugi passed over the appropriate amount of money before disappearing back into the shop, the door locking behind him.

Marik stared at the door, baffled, "...The frigg? What did I do wrong? I was sure he wouldn't see past our super disguise! ...Come on, Fluffy! Back to the drawing board!"

Bakura just sighed and shook Marik away as he tried to drag him back to the motorcycle, but was soon once again clinging to Marik for dear life as the two literally flew down the streets.

"You know what, Bakura? ...We should totally try playing card games on these things!"
"...Marik, that's a stupid idea."
"...Yeah, for once you may be right."