Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. But I'll sure butcher it as much as I can.
Okay, three kids are taken out of the story in this chapter, so here's a recap of the list of kids:
Jesse: Girl. Throws stuff at people when they annoy her in the least.
Jerry: Picks fights frequently.
Mary: Kleptomaniac (means she really likes to steal stuff.)
Jim: Big and stupid. Hates girls.
Consandra: Transfer student from Canada. One of the only two well behaved kids.
Damien: Satan worshipper who vandalizes frequently. Also hates authority.
Laura: Preppy girl who speaks loudly. Always arguing with Damien.
New morning in Yu-Gi-Oh land! Marik and Bakura walk over to the bus for their community service, again, WASTED LIKE SHIT! They sort of stumble awkwardly onto the bus and sit in the front seats, goofy looks on their faces.
"Great, you look relaxed. Makes the job a hell of a lot easier, trust me..." Ron said shakily.
"Man, are you feeling alright?" Bakura asked Ron, who was twitching violently.
"M-me. N-n-no, I'm just p-p-peachy. He he he..." Ron said, trying to call attention from his odd new nervousness.
"Smoke any, man?" Marik asked.
"N-n-no, I'm out right now..."
"Dude, make one of the kids give you a back rub." Bakura slurred, chucking loudly. Before long, Marik and Bakura were laughing their Egyptian and fangirl-worshipped balls off, all at that one comment.
"Hey, before we get to the first house, I should mention that now we only have seven kids." said Ron, almost at Jesse's house.
"Awesome, which of the three hellbeasts are gone?" asked Marik.
"Uh, Derek, Bert and Garrett."
"Who?" Marik and Bakura asked simultaneously, then chuckle because they both said something at once.
"Uh, the good kid, the skater, and the angry kid?"
Marik and Bakura stare at him dumbly.
"...The wuss, the loudmouth, and the dickhead?"
"Oh, okay..." Bakura trailed off. "Who?"
"Never mind. Here's the f-first house."
Jesse walks onto the bus, takes one look at Marik and Bakura, and shakes her head, walking to the back and putting on her headphones.
"Oh, uhh... hi." Marik said half-heartedly.
"You were off by about fifteen seconds, you idiot." Jesse said, turning on her iPod.
The other kids all come on, and the bus is now hell. Marik and Bakura are, of course, not giving two shits. The driver, however, is giving three shits, two to make up for Marik and Bakura.
"Please, kids, calm down!" the nervous driver pleaded.
"No way, this is anarchy!" Damien screamed, tossing an apple at Laura. Laura responds by leaping at him and scratching his face repeatedly.
"Down, kitty!" Bakura yelled at Laura. More ass-laughing off came from that comment, funny, because it was not funny in any way whatsoever. The driver continued to quiver as Marik and Bakura finally got up to calm the bus down.
"Okay, uh... be quiet!" Marik yelled over the noise with as much seriousness and authority as he could muster, while Bakura peeled Laura off of Damien.
"Now, we understand that, uh, you're kids and everything, but when I was your age-" Marik started, being interrupted by Bakura.
"WHEN I WAS YER AGE, BACK IN 1423, MAH PAW TOOK ME TO THE CORNFIELD AND MADE ME PICK ALL THE ANTS OUT OF THE CORN FOR 17 HOURS A DAY! AH WAS ONLY PAID 4 CENTS AN HOUR, BUT BAH GAWD, I LIKED IT!!" Bakura shouted in an exaggerated old man voice. Of course, this only caused Marik and Bakura to laugh like idiots again while the bus exploded with more "anarchy."
Finally, Ron pulled up to the school and let the kids out, then went to his secret area, where we proceeded to curl up into the fetal position.
"Dude, we know something's wrong with you." Bakura slurred. "Tell us what it is, man, we enjoy that kind of stuff."
"You enjoy others' pain?!" Ron screamed.
"Ummm..." Marik and Bakura stood there, going "uh" and "err." You know, the works.
"No?" Marik asked.
"Maybe?" asked Bakura.
"Oh, nevermind! I woke up this morning and went to the bus. I opened the little compartment where my weed was, and the bag was GONE!! GONE, I TELL YOU!" Ron screamed.
"No way, man! Who got it?!" Bakura demanded.
"I have no idea, if I did, I would've got them already! I don't know what to do!!"
"Well, why can't you just get more?" Marik asked.
"I'm not worried about that! What if it was one of the kids who may have snatched the bag after I dropped you guys off?! I may get fired if they decided to tell one of the teachers!! This job's all I've got!" Ron said, starting to sob. Bakura rears back and slaps Ron in the face to make him stop crying.
"Listen, man, you've got to get a hold on yourself!" Bakura commanded, shaking Ron. "Look, you got to stop worrying! You can go somewhere and get another lame bus-driving job! What's important is getting more weed! But, more importantly, you need to bring the culprit to justice! This isn't a matter of getting a new stupid job! This isn't a war over getting more weed, even though that's important. But what this is, Ron, is a battle in the name of cannibis! In the name of marijuana, I say FIGHT! FIGHT to get that stolen weed back, FIGHT to destroy the one who did it, and FIGHT FOR YOUR POTHEAD BRETHREN!!" The whole time Bakura was telling Ron this, Marik was in the background humming inspirational tunes to fit Bakura's speech.
That's when Ron hatched his plan.
TO BE CONTINUED!!
