Author's Note: Credit for this chapter's title goes to Neros Urameshi. Thanks to all of the people who are reviewing!

When McKenzie and Deon finally got inside the bar, they saw quite a sight. Everyone was cheering, and the loudest cheering was coming from the front booth. Seated in the stools were Nunez, Garver, Darren, and Ami. For some reason, Yoji was absent. Seated next to Ami was Dr. K, silently drinking out of a bottle.

But the real show was happening in front of them. A CD player was blaring out a song, and who should be singing along to it but Luffy. Apparently the people in the bar didn't care if Luffy couldn't carry in a tune in a basket. They were more interested in Luffy jumping around the bar, singing his song.

"Oh, Luffy is my name,

and plundering's my game!

Come on cowpoke,

it's just a joke!

Don't sit there on your brain!"

Luffy stopped singing and addressed the crowd. "Nice shirt," he said to a man. "Who's your tailor? A mountain bandit?" The whole bar broke into laughter, and Luffy started to sing again.

"My friend's McKenzie V.

A sourpuss, you see.

But when I'm done

she'll need no gun.

'Cause a joker she will be!"

Luffy paused again to hop wildly around the bar for a few seconds. Then he started another verse.

"I-I-I-I love to raise some Cain.

Believe me, it's no strain.

It feels so great

to smash a plate.

And look, there is no pain!"

He then grabbed a plate and smashed it on his head. All of the sudden, the CD started to repeat itself, and so did Luffy.

"No pain . . . No pain . . . No pain . . . " he sang over and over again as he repeatedly smashed a plate on his head.

"Hey!" yelled Deon.

McKenzie finally walked over and turned the CD player off. Luffy stopped smashing plates, and the whole bar erupted into laughter. "What are you doing here, Dr. K?" McKenzie asked as she grabbed the rubber pirate.

"House call," said Dr. K. "Had to set Mr. Brass' arm." McKenzie then saw the sling on Darren's right arm.

"He took a tumble in the parking lot," said Garver. "Looks like he's not going to be doing any tattooing for a while."

McKenzie then proceeded to drag Luffy back into the secret room, but she stopped when she suddenly heard everyone in the bar start to hoot and laugh even harder.

She turned around, only to see Yoji walk out with nothing on but what could only be described as "old people's underwear." The other four tattoo guys were laughing the hardest.

"Who bought Yoji the fundoshi?" asked Ami as he gasped for air.

"Nice thong," said Dr. K. "Do you do nursing homes?"

McKenzie was the only one who wasn't laughing. Disgusted, she dragged a hysterical Luffy into the secret room.

"That Yoji just cracks me up!" said Luffy as McKenzie closed the door.

"You crazy pirate!" yelled McKenzie. "I'm out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? Singing and dancing!"

"But I'm a pirate," said Luffy. "Pirates are supposed to have a good time."

"Sit down!" commanded McKenzie. Luffy sat down on the table.

"You don't understand," said Luffy. "Those guys needed to laugh."

"And when they're done laughing, they'll call the cops!" said McKenzie. "Business is going so bad for Ami and those guys, they'd rat on you for a nickel!"

"No, not Ami!" insisted Luffy. "He'd never rat on me!"

"Why?" asked McKenzie. "Just 'cause you made him laugh?"

"Yes, just 'cause I made him laugh," said Luffy. "A laugh can be a powerful thing, McKenzie. Sometimes it's the only weapon a person has. Laughter is one of the most important . . . "

Luffy was cut off by a red light beginning to flash in the room. McKenzie shushed the rubber pirate.

Back outside, Deon was rapidly pushing a button under the counter that controlled the light. And he had a good reason. As two characters entered the bar, many of the customers left. Soon, the only people left in the bar were Deon, Dr. K, Yoji (still standing there in his fundoshi), Darren, Garver, Nunez, and Ami.

Judge Klahadore pushed his glasses up and looked at the remaining people, Django right behind him. "I'm looking for a murderer," he said. "A pirate." He walked past Yoji, right to where Garver and Nunez were sitting. Django, however, stopped at Yoji and began to stare. "A rubber pirate. About . . . " Klahadore paused and, without warning, started to push down on Nunez's head. ". . .YEEAAY big."

"Well, do you see a pirate here? I don't see a pirate here," said Deon, trying his best to remain calm. He turned to Dr. K. "Do you see a pirate here, Doc?"

"No, I don't," said Dr. K, who was obviously not afraid at all. "So stop harassing the customers, Judge."

"I did not come here to harass," said Klahadore, finally letting go of poor Nunez's head. "I came here to reward."

Next to the counter was a chalkboard, normally used as a menu. Klahadore silently walked up to the chalkboard and erased it. Then he began to add his own words, making the chalk screech across the board, thus making Deon, Dr. K, and the five tattoo guys cringe. When the judge finally stepped away, these words were scrawled across the chalkboard in big letters: PIRATE DIP $5000.

After looking at the message for about a second, Ami let out a wolf whistle. "Hey, I've seen a pirate," he said to the judge.

In the secret room, Luffy silently gasped.

"Ya see?" hissed McKenzie.

"Where?" asked Klahadore.

"Well, he's right here in the bar," answered Ami, matter-of-factly. He then took one of his tattoo sleeved arms and draped it around the thin air next to him. He slyly glanced back at his cohorts. "Say hello . . . Bluebeard," he addressed the thin air.

All five tattoo guys erupted into laughter, and even Dr. K cracked a smile.

Luffy was smiling too. "Told ya," he whispered to McKenzie.

Just then, Klahadore noticed the CD player. He walked over to it and took out the CD, then looked at the writing on the top, which was scrawled on the CD with a Sharpie marker.

"'Merry-go-round Broke Down,'" read Klahadore. "Quite an odd selection for a bunch of tattoo covered white trash." There was an emphasis on the words "white trash."

Ami's face began to turn red. If there was one thing he hated, it was a smart ass. But then he thought of something. "For your information," he said, forcing himself to calm down, "we put that on for Yoji. It's one of his favorites."

"Yeah," added Garver. "Yoji's a party animal. I mean, just look at him."

"Oh, I'm looking all right . . . " mumbled Django, who was still staring at the area right below Yoji's tattoo covered back.

"Django, you pervert! Pay attention!" barked Klahadore, throwing the CD at his right-hand man. "He's here . . . " he growled.

Suddenly, Django started to chuckle in spite of himself. The tattoo guys didn't know why he was laughing, considering he had just been hit square in the face with a CD.

"Stop that laughing!" yelled the judge. "Have you forgotten what happened last time? If you don't stop that laughing, you're gonna end up dead!"

"Uh . . . right," said Django, finally picking himself up. "Want me to level the place, Boss?"

"That will not be necessary," answered the judge. "That pirate is going to come right to me." He then picked up a nearby walking stick (most likely left behind by a customer) and tapped a tune out on the bar with it.

"Huh?" asked McKenzie.

"No pirate can resist the "Shave-and-a-Haircut" trick," said Klahadore. He then began to walk around the bar, tapping out the same tune on the walls, the tables, and the floor.

McKenzie warily watched throughout the peepholes. "I don't know who's crazier," she whispered to Luffy. "You or Klahadore . . . " She then turned to the rubber pirate.

Poor Luffy was holding his breath and his legs were tightly crossed, like he had to go to the bathroom. He was desperately straining, trying hard not to tap out the response to Klahadore's tapping.

"Luffy! Don't you dare!" McKenzie said in a loud whisper.

By this time, Klahadore was right next to the wall which had the secret room on the other side. "Shave and a haircut . . . " he said softly as he tapped the tune on the wall.

All of the sudden, Luffy burst through the brick wall, unable to hold it in any longer. "TWO BITS!" he screamed at the top of his lungs in that out-of-tune singing voice of his. Bricks littered the far side of the bar.

McKenzie peered out through the hole in the wall. "Luffy . . . " she groaned as she watched Klahadore pick the rubber pirate up by the neck.

Django saw McKenzie. "Hey Boss, should we do the other one, too?" he asked, pointing at the detective.

Klahadore glared at McKenzie. "I deal with her . . . personally," he sneered. "But right now, I feel like dispensing some justice. Bring me some Dip!"

Django quickly ran out of the bar and ran back in with a big vat of the green stuff. He set it down between Nunez and Darren.

"Does the condemned have anything to say before his sentence is carried out?" Klahadore asked Luffy. But Luffy was too busy trying to figure out what the heck was going on to answer.

Klahadore was so busy with Luffy that he didn't notice McKenzie run up to Deon and whisper something in his ear.

"Fine time for that, McKenzie," Deon said out loud. "You want some pretzels to go with that?"

"Just do it," said McKenzie. Deon shrugged, then quickly made a double bourbon and handed it to the detective. "Hey, Judge!" McKenzie called out. "Doesn't a dying pirate deserve a last request?"

"Yeah!" said Luffy. "Nose plugs would be nice."

"Well, I think you want a drink," said McKenzie. "How about it, Judge?"

Klahadore sighed. "Why not?" he said. "I don't mind prolonging the execution."

"Happy trails," said McKenzie, holding the drink out to Luffy.

"No thanks," said Luffy. "I'm trying to cut back."

"Drink it," insisted McKenzie.

"I don't want the drink," said Luffy.

"He doesn't want the drink," said Klahadore.

"He does," said McKenzie.

"I don't!" said Luffy.

"You do!" said McKenzie.

Everyone watched McKenzie and Luffy argue back and forth (except for Django, who had once again fixed his gaze onto Yoji's butt crack) until McKenzie turned the tables.

"You don't!" said McKenzie.

"I do!" said Luffy.

"You don't!" said McKenzie.

"I do!" said Luffy.

"You don't!" said McKenzie.

Luffy grabbed the drink from McKenzie. "Look, when I say I do, I mean I do!" He chugged down the drink. McKenzie ducked under the counter, pulling Deon with her.

What happened next was a repeat of what happened in Mr. Oda's office. Luffy leaped into the air and let out the same ear-piercing shriek, breaking all of the bottles and glasses in the bar, much to the dismay of the five tattoo guys and Klahadore, whose glasses shattered.

As the drink's effects wore off, Luffy did a nose dive, almost landing in the Dip. Luckily, McKenzie caught him just in time.

"Let's get out of here, McKenzie!" yelled Luffy, heading for the door. McKenzie soon followed, but not before tipping over the vat of Dip to slow Klahadore down. Soon, she was out the door as well.

Dr. K watched the madness going on next to her. "Looks like I'm done here," she said. She walked around the mess and to the door. Just as she was heading out, she turned back. "Hey, Thong Boy."

Yoji looked at the doctor. "Yes?"

Dr. K smiled as she walked out of the door. "Put your clothes back on. This isn't Africa."