L- Omigosh. This just might be our quickest update ever.

K- Having no school really helps, too. Well, at least in my case

L- You're evil.

K- Why, thank you.

Bakura- Will you two shut up and answer the reviews all ready?

K- Yay! We thought you'd never come!

B- Um... you made me.

K- That's not the point.

B- Shut up!

L- Ok, I think we should do what he says.

Artistatwork24hrs- Yay! You love it all! Again! Well, be extra happy, because you're in this chapter! I'm giving up on anyone guessing who you are. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I got my inspiration for the 'child abuse' from... I think it was Nanny 911. Those kids were total brats, and no matter what they did, the worst punishment they got was time-out. Man they have it easy. With me and Marie... Well, maybe it's because Marie and I were literally climbing up the walls.

Mika-poo- That is officially one of the coolest names ever. And you've got Jelly Bellies! Yay! Those things are supper addictive. Once again, the Japanese version sounds sooo much cooler. Happy birthday, and UPDATE SOON! L- Hey, exuse the INSENSITIVE Kathleene, and let me say ((deep breath)) HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And here's some sicking self esteem stuff: You rock! You are our favourite person ever! Everyone here (In Carlise PA ((That might know of you. That makes... About two.))) loves you in a non-freaky way! Go you! Okay, that's enough. And ((sob)) I won't be here on yourr birthday to read the next chapter of your story! I'M SO SORRY! ((cries like Ritsu for an hour, because she practices this kind of stuff. Because she's a sick little Ritsu fan.)) Have a nice day, and here's a cookie in the shape of an angry Kyo head that glows in the dark! Yay! K- Uh... Don't eat it...

Whatever- Um, ok... that's a nice long, really long... Anywho, go you! You don't have school today! Like me! Whoot! And what in the world was all that Spanish stuff about? L- My NOT SISTER NOT KATIE has no idea what some of this means. She just used Google. Because she's the Smart Child. Or at least that what we all presume. KM- HEY! MY NOT-SISTER NOT-LAURA IS MEAN!

K/L- On with the story!

B- Feh.

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Chapter Ten

In which we all learn the horrible effects of eating hot-sauce before bed

"Hey!" Katie exclaimed suddenly.

"What?" Marik replied, annoyed.

"Are we just going to sit here all morning?" Katie asked.

"Yes," said Marik, going back to sleep

"Oh," Katie replied. She leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. "…"

Marik didn't mind.

"HA!" Katie screamed, sitting up rapidly. "I REMEMBERED!"

Marik hit her.

"OW!" Katie exclaimed. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"

"Go die."

"Aww, you're so mean. BUT YOU ROCK ANYWAY!" Katie cheered. "Anyway, so, I REMEMBERED!"

"Remembered what?" mumbled Marik, not even pretending to be amused anymore.

"November 4 is my three-quarter birthday!" she said happily.

"How could you forget," Marik replied sarcastically.

"Can we please go SOMEWHERE?" Katie begged like she'd been pleading for hours.

"Don't sound so long-suffering," Marik muttered, "and go to sleep.

Katie looked irritated. "But you're the moron who woke me up! I could be sleeping! Say, why did you wake me up anyway?"

"Because I felt like it."

"Well, now I'm awake! So WHAT'RE WE GOING TO DO!" Katie slammed her toy rooster on the table.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE A TOY ROOSTER!" yelled Marik.

"BECAUSE I GOT A FARM ANIMAL SET WHEN I WAS YOUNGER!"

"Oh," Marik concurred innocently, then went back to torturing small children.

"Can we do something cool?" Katie asked.

"No."

"Something uncool?"

"Like what?"

"AAAAAAUGH! I don't know!"

"Then figure it out."

Katie considered this, then she got that Kid Rock song that says "I am Memphis Tennessee," stuck in her head and lost track of the conversation. So she hit Marik because she felt like it.

"What was that for?" Marik grunted, mad because she was blocking his sun (indoors ((sweatdrop)).)

Katie smirked. "Okay, we have three options—"

"Let's make it four."

"Why four? I don't LIKE the number four."

"Too bad. So what are my choices?"

"Okay," Katie cheered, "so four choices. One: Curl up into a ball and die. Two: Run around in chicken suits screaming "NO SLUTWEAR!". Three: Go to the randomly convenient motorcycle convention two kilometers away. Hey, my math teacher is proud of me for using metric units as opposed to standard! Two kilometers is 2000 meters or 2000000 millimeters! Whoo!" Marik slapped her and she continued. "Or four: Go work at a car dealership. Oh, what the heck, I'll make it five. Five: Write fan mail to Orlando Bloom!"

"If I take number one, do we both have to do it?" Marik asked, because he wanted to do five with no witnesses.

"Yupyupyupyupyupyupyupyupyupyupyupyup!" Katie said, though she was not entirely keen on the idea of both Marik and her dying.

"Well, then I don't want to die," Marik decided sadly, "and I don't think that number two would be good. Three sounds actually okay. And I don't like four. I may break my nails." Marik inspected his perfect, long, and shiny nails, and they sparkled like Ayame Sohma. "And five…" He trailed off.

"Aw… But two is cool…" Katie brightened. "Well, then I guess it's settled! Option three!"

"Huh?" mumbled Marik, slowly coming back to reality.

"I said that we're going to the motorcycle convention because I thought you were a girl when I first saw you," answered Katie.

Marik looked annoyed. "You suck."

"Now we're going to walk two kilometers" Katie announced.

"Why?" asked Marik impatiently.

"Because I am your little cousin, and they don't play Mr. Ed much on TV Land anymore."

"…WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!"

"Zip. Nothing. Hey, can we bring Ishizu?"

"NO," Ishizu called from the other room.

"…Mm…" Katie looked disappointed. "Then can we bring Odion?"

"NO," Odion called as he beat Ishizu at Parcheesi.

"Snap," Ishizu said because she had been watching Fillmore! reruns.

"Wait, why do you want to bring Ishizu or Odion?" Marik asked.

"NO," they repeated.

"Because Odion is awesome and bald and Ishizu can rant about destiny," Katie said, as if they were REALLY good reasons.

"I'm not bald," Odion snapped.

"And why do you want me to 'rant' about destiny?" Ishizu hugged her Millennium Necklace protectively. Which is pretty hard. It's, like, on her neck.

Just then, Bakura ran by screaming something incomprehensible about the Eye of Sauron.

"Odion," Marik began.

"NO," Odion snapped again. Wow, he's really opposed to motorcycle conventions.

"Fine then." Marik sighed. "Come on, moron."

"Shweet!" Katie exclaimed. "Wow! I wonder if Genesis will get back together!"

"I don't know," replied Marik. "I'm just surprised that Peter Gabriel agreed to it. That is like, so weird."

"I know. It's weird. But the Backstreet Boys got back together, so that was weird too."

"Aw, man, I hate the Backstreet Boys."

"Yeah, they suck." Marik and Katie nodded.

"LEAVE, YOU IDIOTS!" Ishizu screamed as she shoved the two away.

"And don't come back," added Odion, because he's bald.

"Feh," Marik muttered, running up the Happy Cellar Steps to open the door. Katie followed him.

"You're awesome," she reminded him. As if he didn't already know! HA HA!

"Go die."

"No!" she replied, smiling. "Let's go!" She threw open the cellar door, which irritated Marik because HE always opened the cellar door! Not her! "Say, I wonder if M-A-blank-I-E and the Doom Biker freaks will be there in a random and inevitable plot controller!"

"That would be ridiculous," Marik said sarcastically. Moron already read the script.

"Okay! But I don't want to walk two kilometers, or 20 hectometers, or 200 dekameters, or 2000 meters, or 20000 decimeters, or 200000 centimeters, or 2000000 millimeters!" Katie exclaimed.

"Whatever," Marik said, hopping on his pretty motorcycle and putting on his pretty helmet. Katie hopped on after him and put on a random chartreuse helmet. Wow, special people. Then he sped away for two kilometers, or 20 hectometers, or 200—((gets mugged))

Marik rode up too fast and ran into some weird ripped guy with multicolour dreads. He decided that this entrance was not sexy enough so he rode back and re-entered. The fangirls go wild.

"That was weird!" Katie exclaimed, popping up randomly. "Awesomeness."

Marik looked around at the various motorheads with biceps bigger than his head. He decided that he liked being a pathetic anorexic boy over being a muscular meathouse. Which we all don't blame him for. Muscular Marik has bad alliteration.

Katie seemed to be surveying them too. That guy is balder than Odion! she thought happily. Then she watched them all try to ask Marik out (on grounds of him being a girl) and then he made various rude gestures at them and they beat him up (on grounds of him NOT being a girl.)

"Let's go over to the nice cow over there that just ate a man," Marik said drunkenly.

"Nope. Ish a Moto-Con! Hey, is it just me or does that make it sound like it's a Yugi Convention? Like, Yugi-Moto-Con? Weirdness."

Marik recovered from his fatal wounds (?) randomly. "Okay…" He then got bored with being boring and started singing Better Man by Pearl Jam. Wow, was this going somewhere

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Annie woke up with a start. The last thing she remembered before everything went black was Morgan being pushed into a black hole by the Easter Bunny's evil twin. She looked around puzzled. She could understand waking up in a cold, dark, damp dungeon, but in a sleeping bag at the foot of a huge bed that looked at least the size of a California King? "Where am I?" she murmured, "And what am I doing on the floor?"

"ANNIE!" a voice shrieked, cutting through her pounding headache. The next thing she knew, she was being tackled by a ball of brown fur. Or maybe that was just a person with very messy bed head.

"Umm...Kathleen? Is that you?" she asked, attempting to free herself.

"Yup! And I'm sooo sorry about you being on the floor, but you were the last to get here because it took so long to convince Apollo to bring you here, even if it was only for a short time, and the bed was full, and so were the two couches, and we didn't dare put you in the living room because that's were we put pure evil because we were afraid to have her any closer to us and all the other rooms were taken," she blurted out in one extremely long sentence.

"Kathleen, please, my head hurts," Annie mumbled, not even attempting to decipher that until she could think.

Kathleen's eyes got really wide, as if she had suddenly thought of something. Her face screwed up and got very serious looking. There was a slight pop and some green sparkles for effect, and a small gold box dropped into Annie's lap. She hesitantly opened it to find it full of gold pills. "Go ahead and take one!" Kathleen said excitedly. "They are guaranteed to get rid of any headache and are 100 safe!"

"Since when was eating gold safe?" she mumbled, but took one anyway. She waited for a few seconds, then her headache was miraculously gone. And, even stranger, she didn't have any strange side effects to go along with it. "So, what was this about all the rooms being full?" She asked, getting up slowly.

"Well, in here we have me, you, Laura, Mie, Serenity, Rebecca and Ayoka. In Ryou's room we have Ryou, Yugi, Yami, Duke, Tristan and Joey. Because he refused to share with anyone and refused to sleep in the living room because that's were we stuck Tea, Bakura is sleeping in his closet, Kisara took over the rest of his room. And Seto and Mokuba are in my room." Kathleen finally finished and took a few big breaths.

Annie just blinked a few times.

"Do you mind explaining to me who most of these people are, what they're doing here, and why you didn't just stay at Kaiba's house? Oh, and where's Yami's car? I want to egg it!"

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About an hour latter, Kathleen and Bakura were fighting over the remote as Kisara attempted to cook waffles, Seto glared at a wall, Yami glared at Seto's back, Mokuba ate the last of the 53 pounds of sugar that had been in the pantry, Mie painted her nails, Tea and Rebecca fought over who loved Yugi more, Duke and Tristan were having a similar 'conversation' about Serenity, Yugi and Serenity played a game of Go-Fish, Ryou attempted to convince Joey that Windex was not soda, Laura and Ayoka had a fairly normal conversation, and Annie attempted to sort this all out.

"So let me get this strait. Ayoka and Kisara are you and Laura's Yamis, Kaiba's only here because Mokuba blackmailed him into it, and we're all going to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving dinner?"

"Yup!" Kathleen shouted as the ducked behind a couch, attempting to get away from Bakura, who was trying to decapitate her with a light saber that had magically come out of the remote.

"Who's Grandma?" Annie asked.

Bakura paused in his attempt at revenge. "We really don't know. Whoever's writing this at the moment got bored and decided that's were we need to go, so who knows? Grandma could be Pegasus." Everyone who was listening cringed at that thought.

"Thanks a lot!" Mie yelled. "Now I'm going to have that disturbing thought stuck in my head all day!"

"So... shouldn't we be going? Today is Thanksgiving, and it's already... 11 o'clock."

Ryou looked at his watch, and Joey took that moment to shove the Windex under his shirt. "Oh my gosh!" he gasped in his extremely awesome British way. "She's right! Quick! Everyone to the cars! We're going to be late!"

Amazingly, it only took 15 minutes to get everyone ready, down five flights of stairs (the elevator was broken), and into the vans. More amazing still, they were able to fit all 18 people into two vans. Mie had volunteered to drive one, so Joey insisted on following, dragging Serenity along with him. Her two love birds insisted on coming along, and Yugi and Yami just sort of wandered over. So, the two other love birds insisted on coming, too. Do the math, and you know who's in the other van. But for any strange person out there who is mathematically challenged, I'll just tell you. Due to the fact that he was the only one in the group who hadn't had their license revoked, or didn't have one at all, Seto was forced to drive. Ryou sat in the front, too, because Seto didn't trust Mokuba to navigate when he was sugar high. Bakura sat in the middle row between his two favorite people of all time: Ayoka and Kisara. And stuffed in the back were Laura, Annie, Kathleen and Mokuba. Just the seating arrangement gives you a look at the things to come. Kaiba started up the engine, mumbling to himself about driving them off a cliff and just jet-packing out of there, and pulled onto the highway. After they had been driving for a few minutes in silence, Kathleen oh, so surprisingly (note the sarcasm) spoke up.

"It's too quiet, it's scaring me. And I'm bored. Let's ling a song!" she said excitedly. Mokuba half-cheered, half laughed manically, the sugar high not even close to having worn off.

"I know the perfect one!" he added, " And it goes like this: One million, nine hundred ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall! One million, nine hundred ninety nine bottles of beer! You take one down and pass it around, one million, nine hundred ninety eight bottles of beer!" Bakura slapped his forehead. This was going to be a long drive.

"One million, eight hundred seventy three bottles of beer on the wall! One million, eight hundred seventy three bottles of beer! You take one down and pass it around, one million, eight hundred seventy two bottles of beer! One million, eight hundred seventy two bottles of beer on the wall! One million, eight hundred seventy two bottles of beer! You take one down and pass it around, one million, eight hundred seventy one bottles of beer! One million, eight hundred seventy one..." Annie, Laura, Kathleen, Ayoka, Kisara and Ryou shouted at the top of their lungs. Bakura continued to stab the seat of the van with a knife he had pulled out of nowhere, and Kaiba showed very bad driving etiquette by pounding his head against the steering wheel. Thankfully, the cops were too scared of what he could do to them to pull him over. He looked up for a second to glance at a sign, smirked slightly, and swerved across three lanes and onto the exit ramp.

"We're here!" he gasped, pulling into a crowded parking lot. Mokuba looked out the window hesitantly.

"This doesn't look like Grandma's. We haven't even been over the river or through the woods yet," he said in a small voice.

"That's because we aren't at Grandma's. We're at 'The World's Largest Walnut Museum and Gift Shop.' Thank Ra, I thought I was going to go insane," Bakura commented, reading off the huge sign directly in front of them.

"GIFT SHOP!" All the girls shouted, and raced towards it, actually jumping out the windows. About five minutes latter they were back, dragging bags full of walnut tee-shirts, walnut hats, walnut fact booklets, walnut themed CDs, and cherry soda.

"Cherry soda?" Seto asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" Kisara asked, vaulting back through the window. "It was on sale. And it was a picture of a walnut on it!" she added, pointing to the microscopic walnut underneath a giant cherry.

"Whatever," he mumbled, pulling back onto the highway.

"So, where were we on that song?" Mokuba asked. Three hundred and fifty five bottles of beer latter, they stopped at the "Dust Bunny Hall of Fame and Gift Shop," this time buying "Make Your Own Dust Bunny" kits and grape lollypops. Two hundred and twenty two bottles of beer latter, they made another stop.

"One million, two hundred ninety four bottles of beer! You take one down and pass it..."

"I need to gas up! So, if anyone wants anything to eat, go with the stupid thief and he'll get if for you," Seto snapped, hopping out of the car. Everyone cheered and raced towards the gas station and the wonderful fluorescently-lit wonder that is a randomly placed supermarket. Everyone spread out and grabbed anything that they thought looked even slightly appetizing. They then went back to Bakura, who was standing at the counter, glaring at the checkout lady. Kathleen stared at her curiously for a minute, and then grinned.

"Hello, Lisa!" she shouted, waving slightly. Lisa just glared, and went to get someone else to check them out for her. She shoved another lady towards them, who looked like she had been in a tanning bed for the past ten years, but just hadn't been able to get a tan.

"Um..." Bakura looked at the bill. "Um... I don't have nine hundred seventy two dollars and thirty three cents on me right now. I'll just put it on my tab. That would be under the name of... Rebecca Hawkins."

The lady narrowed her eyes. "You aren't Rebecca. You were in here two days ago, and you looked different then. And you were with weirder people then, too."

Bakura blinked a few times. "I got plastic surgery," he said quickly. The lady shrugged. After last time, she could believe just about anything. Everyone grabbed their bags and walked happily back to the ban, which Seto had just conveniently finished filling up. They drove off, everyone eating their overpriced snack foods and forgetting the song for the time being. But his didn't last for long. At nine hundred fifty seven bottles of beer, they were stopped by a mob of fan girls outside of "The International Seto Kaiba Fan Club Headquarters." and at five hundred sixty two bottles of beer, they stopped at the worlds largest brewery. Unfortunate, we can't go into any greater detail on this stop because this is ratted K+. But let's just say that it involved shot drinking contests and Annie, Kathleen, Kisara and Mokuba having to be dragged away from the free samples. Oh, and kids, just remember that underage drinking is wrong. This is just a fan fiction, so don't try anything we do in here in real life.

So, while the dreaded song was no longer being sung, the others had to deal with drunken rambling for the rest of the trip. When they had finally made it over the river and through the woods, they pulled up in front of a very peaceful looking cottage, in front of which was parked the other van. As they got out of their van, they shrugged and walked towards the door. Before they could reach it, it swung open to reveal Grandma. Grandma's silver hair was up in curls, and the outfit, which consisted of a yellow floral dress, a pink lacy apron and old clogs, wouldn't have been nearly as disturbing if it weren't for the person who was wearing them. Because no matter how disturbing it is to think about these things, it's even worse to actually see them. "Pegasus, go put some pants on!" Seto yelled as the attempted to cover Mokuba's eyes. This, however, was a little to late, considering that everyone was already screaming their heads off.

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Laura woke up, rubbing her head. Thank god that was just a dream. Some parts of it were ok, like Annie being there. But the rest of it. She shuddered involuntarily. Suddenly, she looked around, noticing where she was. She defiantly wasn't in Kansas anymore. Except, she wasn't in Kansas in the first place. She sat in the middle of a large canopy bed, and sunlight was streaming in through large windows. With a sigh, she went over to the wardrobe and pulled out the simplest outfit she could find. Pulling it on, she headed downstairs to find out what was going on. When she was halfway through the gigantic entrance hall, a girl who looked strangely like Kathleen came skipping over to her, giggling insanely.

"Laura, they're here! I can't wait! Do I look ok? I want to look fabulous when they get here!" she said excitedly, twirling around in her frilly pink dress.

"Umm...Kathleen?" Laura asked, not entirely sure it was her friend.

"Yes?" she asked, stopping her twirling for a minute.

"Ok, just making sure it's you in there. And who's this guy who's here?" Laura asked, leaning against one of the marble columns.

"Why, only Duke Devlin, the hottest guy in the world. And you might want to change into something a little nicer, he brought your boyfriend along," she added the last part after noticing that Laura was wearing an old pair of jeans and an even older tee-shirt. She suddenly smiled happily. "Isn't life just sooo wonderful?"

Laura frowned. Something was defiantly wrong here. "Kathleen, did you get dropped on your head? Again? What do you mean, my boyfriend?"

Kathleen's eyes widened in surprise. "Why, Yugi, or coarse."

Laura's eyes widened. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

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"...ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Laura woke up sitting strait up in bed, screaming. She panted slightly. "Please just be a dream. Please just be a dream," she whispered, crossing her fingers. Suddenly, her door opened and her light flicked on. She looked over to see Kathleen, hair a mess and yawning widely.

"Laura, what are you screaming about at two in the morning? You woke me up! And I was dreaming that I took over the world with my army of killer bunnies!"

Laura shook her head. "Don't worry, it was just a really bad dream. And a fairly disturbing one, too."

Kathleen yawned again. "You have too many dreams like that. Do us all a favor and stop eating hot-sauce before bed."

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K- Ok, this chapter was REALLY fun to write.

L- Yeah, for you maybe. You weren't the one stuck DATING YUGI!

K- Umm... How about you, umm... you push him down three flights of stairs in the next chapter?

L- Ok, that just might work. But Mokuba gets to do something really horrible to you, too.

K- Fine. You know, I despise you with an un-dying hatred.

L- And I'm so glad that I'll never have to set eyes on you're horrible face ever again.

K/L-... ALL RIGHT!

B- You two are so retarded.

L- You came back!

B- Once again, I don't have much of a choice, now do I?

K/L- Until next time!