My alltime fav fic to write is back. Please enjoy the random.
Kaiba was standing in the park, staring mindlessly at a tree when Joey Wheeler found him.
"Hey, Kaiba, you okay man?" Kaiba looked at him, a look of pure terror on his face.
"These are not my pants." He whispered. Joey sweatdropped. "Eh? Come again?"
Kaiba smiled eirilly and somewhere nearby a band began to play.
Then Kaiba broke into song. "THESE ARE NOT MY PANTS! WHO'S PANTS ARE THESE ANYWAY? CAUSE THEY CERTAINLY AIN'T MINE! NO SIRREE BOB! THESE AIN'T MY PANTS!"
Then he started to breakdance. Joey didn't know whether to be amused or completly horrified.
"THESE ARE NOT MY PANTS!" He grabbed an old man. "ARE THEY YOURS?"
The old man screamed and fled the scene. "THESE ARE NOT MY PANTS! MAYBE THEIR YOURS!"
He prodded Joey with a cane that he'd pulled out of nowhere.
Suddenly he was in a tux and tophat, tap dancing. "THESE! ARE! NOT! MY! PAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS! NO THEIR NOT!"
Then he stopped, cane held out and tophat in hand. Crickets chirped.
Then Kaiba walked away as though nothing had happened. Joey stood still.
"Wow. That was weirder than Marik and the singing squirels yesterday. What's next?"
As if to answer his question, Dartz appeared in a shimmering red dress. "Man! I feel like a woman!"
Joey screamed. This was too much. He ran away, screaming in terror and didn't look back. Life was just a big freaky broadway show these days.