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Every time Marik says 'Frig' or any of its variations, take a drink!

Every time Marik calls Bakura 'Fluffy' 'Kitty' or 'Kura', take a drink!

Every time Bakura says something British (Bloody, Wanker, Bugger, ect.), take a drink!

Every time someone says a bad word, take a drink! You have to take two if it is 'Frig' or one of Bakura's British exclamations.

Every time Yugi says 'Super Special Awesome', take a drink!

Whenever Kaiba tells Mokuba to shut up, take a drink!

I don't own I don't own Yu-Gi-OH, Yu-Gi-OH Abridged, this list, the idea for this fic, Super Target, Utada Hikaru, Simple and clean, My Little Pony, or anything else

When you walk away, you don't hear me say,
Please, oh baby, don't go,
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight,
It's hard to let it go...
You're giving me too many things, lately.
You're all I need, oooh.
You smiled at me, and said,
"Wish I could prove I love you,
But does that mean I have to walk on water?
When we are older, you'll understand
What I mean when I said 'no,
I don't think life is quite that simple.' "
When you walk away, you don't hear me say,
Please, oh baby, don't go,
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight,
It's hard to let it go...

Bealing345: Sorry for the wait!

Marik and Bakura stepped out of the Marikmobile, fully ready to continue with their 'crimes'.

"Bakura?" Marik asked.

"Yes?"

"Who's your favorite sexy anime character?" He asked.

Bakura gave Marik a strange look, "Why do you ask?"

Marik shrugged, "I dunno. I was just, you know, asking."

Bakura studied Marik but found no reason to be suspicious, "I don't know. I don't really have a favorite."

Marik looked a bit annoyed, "Well, just name one you like a lot. One that's so friggin sexy that it just makes you swoon every time you see him!"

Bakura blinked, "Alucard. Or Sebastian."

Marik glared and stomped into the store without a word.

"Hey! Marik, what's your problem?"

Marik's eyelid twitched, "Nothing. Nothing at all. Why don't you read the list?"

Bakura muttered under his breath and took out his list, "Number 231: Smash your carts into other shoppers' carts."

Marik and Bakura both took empty carts from the front of the store.

"Who do you want to aim for fir-Hey!" Bakura yelled. Marik had smashed his cart, causing a large BANG! "What the bloody hell, Marik? You're supposed to do that to other peop-quit it!" Marik had rammed into the side of Bakura's cart.

"Stop what? You're the one who's smashing into me!" Marik said, maneuvering his cart to hit Bakura once more.

"Marik! What's the bloody point of doing this if it's only bothering me? We're supposed to do it to the Pharaoh!" Bakura yelled. "Ow! That was balls, you wanker!" He cried.

Marik smiled, "Sorry, I guess I lost control of the cart," he said, innocently.

Bakura glared, "I'll give you something to be sorry about..." he mumbled, crossing off the list. Marik sighed.

Marik and Bakura were ordered to put the carts back in the rack, and were promptly banned from ever using them again. Their names and photographs were even pinned to a bulletin board of people not allowed to touch the carts, along with Joey and Tristan, who has somehow been using the carts as catapults, and Tea, who had melted one by venting to it about her crush one the Pharaoh.

"Well, that's just bloody great..." Bakura sighed.

"You have to admit, it was fun though," Marik stated.

Bakura glared, "Fun for you, maybe. But it was most definitely not fun for me."

"Oh, don't be so friggin bitchy."

"You want to see bitchy? Because I can show bitchy," Bakura warned.

"Oh, believe me, I've already seen it," He said, handing the list to Bakura who mumbled under his breath.

"Number 232: Take all the seafood out of the freezer and put it in the fish tanks. When people ask what you are doing, say the you are setting them free."

"Free the fish!" Marik yelled, punching his fist in the air. Bakura rolled his eyes.

10 minutes later...

Fish sticks, fish fillets, breaded fish, fish sandwiches, a fillet o' fish that Bakura had stolen from some woman in the McDonalds, and frozen shrimp were now floating freely inside the fish tanks.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Yelled an employee.

"Free the fish!" Marik chanted.

The man ran a hand through his hair, "Oh, great, another hippy..." He cleared his throat, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store right now."

Bakura sighed, "Marik, what the bloody hell are you planning to do now?"

Marik hesitated, "I know!" He grabbed the soggy food and started pelting the employee with them.

"Hey, stop it! This is a new shirt, my mom just got it for me!" He swatted the fish of his shirt and ran away. But Marik wasn't done there. He turned to Bakura.

"Your turn."

"What do you mean, my tur-hey!" A fish stick and a piece of shrimp were now tangled in Bakura's hair.

"Marik! Knock it off!" Bakura yelled. Marik soon ran out of ammo, leaving Bakura a wet, smelly mess, with pieces of food stuck in his hair.

"What the actual hell, Marik?! What the (bleep) is your (bleep)ing problem today?!"

Marik giggled, "I guess I just mistook you for another employee."

"My ass you did! Why, I ought to-!"

"You ought to go the bathroom and wash all that friggin fish off you! You stink!" Marik yelled, pinching his nose. Bakura grumbled vulgarity and stormed off to the bathroom.

15 minutes later, outside the bathroom...

"Marik, what the bloody hell was all that about?!" Bakura growled.

Marik shrugged, "Sorry, Kitty. I didn't mean it," he batted his eyelashes like a child.

"Marik, what's with you? You've been pissy ever since we entered the store."

"Have not."

"Have too."

"Have not."

"Marik, I'm not in the mood for games."

Marik sighed, "Can we just move on to the list?"

Bakura pouted, "I guess," he cleared his throat, "Number 233: Throw a party in a busy isle."

Marik pointed to the children's section, where a large group of men were gathered around the My Little Pony toys, "Over there! A nerd party!"

"More like an unemployed party if you ask me," Bakura said under his breath, following Marik to the group.

"Attention, everybody!" Marik yelled. "Pinkie Pie has commanded that we all dance and party and engage in activities that will leave us sore and regretful in the morning!"

All of a sudden, music came on, and everybody was dancing. Cheers erupted from the crowd, and soon the entire store was partying, too. Well, all except for Mokuba, whose brother ordered him to shut up.

Marik smiled and turned to Bakura, "You should dance, too, Bakura. Who knows- all those guys seem to be your type."

"I'll have you know that- wait, what do you mean 'my type'?"

"Oh, you know. They focus only on one thing and totally ignore anything else," Marik said, walking away.

Bakura scratched his head, "Was it something I said?"

Hey, you guys. Sorry for the really late chapter. School is finally over. But my girlfriend and I have had a serious problem, and I can't really compel myself to do anything. I wouldn't say that we've broken up, but I will say that you might not hear from me for a while. I don't know if I'm depressed or what, but I just don't feel like doing anything. I wrote this to take my mind off it all, so sorry if it seems really OOC or it isn't funny. Have a good summer.