Author's Note: For the hell of it, here's some drama, and a small YugixAnzu moment. I did not plan on this chapter, it was supposed to all fit into #4. But then, I had all that sugar... At this point, I'm really wishing I had more artistic talent, because this would be really cool in comic form, ne?

Tell
me if you think it's out of line for Honda to dream of being James Bond. I know most people don't much like Honda, and probably don't think about his character much, but I imagine that he would really idolize someone like that. I mean, Honda tries to be courageous, tough, and suave, but he has a tendency to be a little...well, you remember how nervous he was when they stowed away on the ship. Anyway, he's cute. And I just felt that since I put a different spin on Yami, I'd put a spin on Honda as well. Why not?
By
the way, I confess it, I adore Jounouchi. ~.^
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if you've actually read this far, I owe you one, so just leave me a note and I'll read&review your work! Thank you to those who've reviewed already!

Chapter 5 - The Man who Sold the Girl

The
theater, Anzu learned, was Mr. Toshira's pet project, set to start in two weeks with auditions for its first play. Toshira had invested a good deal of money building the playhouse that now stood behind his mansion, but had come up short. To get the rest of the money, he had called upon his wife, who was the truly wealthy partner. She used her connections to get a corporate sponsorship, and Toshira was grateful for that.
"You're
married?" asked Anzu, somewhat incredulous.
"To
the most beautiful woman who ever lived," Toshira assured her, with a languid sigh. "She used to be a movie star, you know--famous throughout the world."
"Wow,"
said Anzu. "You must be very happy."
"Not
really," said Toshira, looking at the ground. "She hasn't been the same lately. I...I think she's seeing someone else. I can't be sure, but some nights I thought I saw a man sneaking in around the back."
"Oh,
I'm sorry," said Anzu softly. "I can't imagine how I'd feel if someone I loved did that to me."
"It's
all right," he replied, stopping and gesturing to the large glass and metal complex before them. "We're here--the Pegasus Playhouse. Won't you come in?"
'Pegasus?!'
Anzu reeled. So that was why she'd seen the villain's guards round the front. Toshira's theater was sponsored by--the idea confused her, but she shrugged it off. The teacher pulled open the heavy door, and guided her inside.

"Nice
puppy..."
For
a few minutes--which felt like hours--neither man nor dog moved. Then the enormous rottweiler growled, padding slowly forward to sniff the intruder. Jou fell backwards, catching himself with his palms. He backpedaled as the canine bared its fangs, its nose coming far too close to the teen's family jewels. Snorting, the dog shook its head and recoiled, as though what it smelled had overwhelmed it.
"Ok,
these perfume jokes have gone too far!" Jou harrumphed. "Even the attack dogs are gettin' in on 'em."
Much
to his surprise, the dog approached him again, then sat, looking into the boy's bewildered face, its head cocked to one side. It whimpered.
"'Ey,
that's right, good boy!" said Jou, perking up. He reached out a hand to pet it. The dog jumped away, and stood motionless for an instant.
Then
suddenly, it barked.
"No,
no! Bad dog! Shh!"
It
didn't stop. Jou looked around himself in horror. From the shadows, more dogs had come: pit bulls, dobermans, and more rottweilers. He was completely surrounded. Slowly, he got to his feet, the camcorder rolling.
"Well,"
Jou gulped. "When they find my dead body, at least they'll know what happened..."

Honda
found the main gate completely unguarded, just as he had expected. Looking left first, then right, he took a vial of powder from his bookbag. Carefully he sprinkled it from his fingers--checking for electric eyes, just like the master spies in his favorite movies. Unlike his best friend, Honda was the meticulous, cautious type. Sometimes he tried to abandon this nature to look cooler, but it always caught up with him. This time, though, he couldn't go wrong. Even caution was cool for spies.
There
were no electric eyes, so Honda took the next logical step. He reached through the gate bars and felt along the wall for the switch. Finding it, he grinned triumphantly, and pushed it downwards.
It
broke off in his hand. Honda flushed deep red, and threw the busted switch into the bushes.
"Think,"
he told himself. "What would James Bond do in this situation?"
He
closed his eyes, trying to picture it:
~*~'"Oh,
Mr. Bond..."' cooed a blonde with a 44-DD bust, running her fingers down Honda's chest. '"You do so excite me..."'~*~
Honda
slapped himself in the face to break from the fantasy. With a final shiver, he looked up to the top of the gates. The black wrought iron ended in sharp points. If he were to miscalculate this vault, he'd be run through. Maybe he should just call this whole thing off.
"*crzzt*
Returning to front gate. *crzzt*" His earpiece crackled with the feed from the mike.
"Well, here goes nothing," he said to himself. With a leap, he jumped up onto the first crossbar, then shimmied up to the second, then third. Holding on to two of the spikes, he carefully put his feet up onto the curved top crossbar. He gulped, and sprang off, gracefully landing on the other side.
"...Sweet!"

The
earpiece crackled again, and Honda broke into a run along the brickway, hoping to find Toshira and Anzu before the guards found him.

Jou
didn't want to look anymore. There were too many dogs. It was just a matter of time before they attacked and ate him. His hands were shaking. Two of the larger dobermans stepped forward and began to circle around him, like buzzards around the dying. The rest of the pack drew ever closer.
"I'm
gonna die," Jou whispered.
A
small pit bull jumped forward, lunging for Jou's leg. The boy drew back sharply, and the nasty beast got a mouthful of sneaker. Jou could feel the sharpness of the dog's teeth penetrating the leather. He tried desperately to shake the dog off.
Then
the unexpected happened. One of the dobermans attacked the pit bull! The rest of the pit bulls jumped for the doberman, prompting the other doberman to join in. It was a canine coup. Jou, in shock, seized the opportunity to run. But in the blackness of night, he couldn't see, and he smacked hard into the kennel fence.
The dogs were coming. He felt something hot and damp burning near his face--the mouth of a rottweiler. Desperate, he deflected the canine with his arm, and it sank its teeth into him. Screaming in agony and kicking wildly, he managed to remove the animal. Before another could bite him, he scrambled up the fence, his fingers clawing at the chain link, his feet slipping. Dogs nipped at the ends of his pants. He tried to climb higher, but the top of the pen was fortified with barbed wire. There was no way out.
"Help
me! Honda!"
And
he remembered. The mike! If he could activate it--somehow--there was a chance for him. Clinging with his left hand, he fumbled for the tiny disc with his right, which still held the camera. There it was! He had it!
A
dog leapt for his leg, biting into his ankle sharply. The shock sent a jolt through his body, and the precious mike slipped from his fingers to the ground. The dog could not hold on and fell. Jou grabbed the fence again with both hands, climbing as high as possible, his eyes tearing.
One
of the pit bulls stomped its way to the front of the fray, intrigued by the falling object. It sniffed the disc, poking it with its nose.
*click*

In
the distance, Honda could hear the barking of dogs. He had found the mansion house, and had stopped under a window to catch his breath. There was no sign of Jounouchi.
*beep*
Honda's earpiece notified him of the activation of a second channel.
"Jou's
mike?" Honda wondered, switching over to it.
"*ROOFROWRARFARFARFWOOFGROWLARFROARROWR*"

"Aah!"
Honda shouted, pained from the volume. "Jou's in trouble! Hang in there, buddy! I'll help you!"
He
tore off in the direction of the barking.

A
slim, middle-aged woman with auburn hair in a tight chignon looked Anzu up and down.
"Ms.
Sellers," said Toshira. "Meet the girl I told you about."
Anzu
would, under normal circumstances, be disconcerted by the woman's stare. But these were not normal circumstances; she was already disconcerted. She hardly even noticed the way Ms. Sellers stared, her thin lips downturned in scornful disapproval.
"Well?
Does it talk, or can it only dance?" the woman asked, addressing Toshira only. Both Toshira and Anzu laughed nervously.
"I
can talk. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Sellers."
From
the name, Anzu deduced that the woman was American. Perhaps even--
"Anzu,
I told Ms. Sellers that you were very interested in the New York City Ballet. As it happens, Ms. Sellers is close friends with one of the dancers. If you do a good job helping, she might help you get in touch with her."
The
starstruck brunette forgot all her misgivings. "Really?!" she gushed. "That's so kind of you!"
Ms.
Sellers smiled coldly. "Please, call me Anna. Now, would you care to accompany me to the stage? I have a dance that I need some...assistance choreographing."
"I'll
just go set up these cameras the High School loaned me," supplied Toshira. "I'll be back for you later, Anzu."
"Okay,"
said Anzu, skipping off to follow Anna Sellers, her newest link to the world of dance.

Back
at the main gate, the guard inspected the small disc he had found, and decided it was unimportant. He had seen the intruder, and knew the dogs would make short work of him. He threw the mike into the street. Then, taking a look up at the house, he pondered his actions for a minute, and made his decision. He would go see her, and get the truth.

"Help...somebody,
help me!" Jou called into the night.
"I'm
coming! Hold on!"
"Honda?!
Am I glad to see you!"
Honda arrived at the dog kennel only to find Jounouchi suspended from the fence, a dozen vicious attack dogs nipping at his heels. Jou looked to have taken a beating, and his strength was giving out. How long he had been hanging there, Honda could not tell. The top of the kennel was reinforced with so much wire that Honda realized there was no way for Jou to get out. Frantic, he searched for the gate.
"Honda!
Where are you going? Help me!"
"I'm
working on it!" Honda called. As luck would have it, it was at least twenty meters from Jou's position on the fence. Honda realized that if he opened it, the dogs would get out well before Jou got to it. There was no way to get Jou out of there without getting the dogs away from him first. Squinting to see the rest of the kennel, Honda saw the wall coated in kudzu--obviously how Jou had gotten in.
Jou
screamed. Honda panicked. Thinking fast, he pulled a small flare from his pack and stuck it in the kennel gate.
"Jounouchi!
When I give the signal, you jump off the fence and run to the flare!"
'I
hope this works,' Honda thought, clambering up the chain link at the corner and hopping onto the stone wall. The sound had already caught the attention of one of the dogs, and it raced over to get him.
Honda's
heart dropped into his stomach, but for his friend, he would do anything.
Even
jump into a kennel of vicious dogs.
He
jumped.
"NOW, JOU!"

Jou
heard something land on the ground at the back of the kennel. The dogs at his heels ran toward it. Without taking the time to question, he dropped from the fence, half-running, half-limping toward the flare. He collapsed into the gate--and it swung open. He was free!
Jou
slammed the door shut behind him, and dropped to his knees, giddy with exhaustion and relief.
"I...I
lived! I'm all right!"
Then
Honda screamed. The dogs had surrounded him. He jumped for the kudzu, but it snapped in his hands and he fell to the ground. The dogs were biting him. One leapt on him, and he kicked it off, sending it crashing into the stones. It fell to the ground, not moving.
"Shit!
Honda! Run for the gate!"
With
all his strength, Honda jumped through the air, over the snapping jaws of the beasts. He crashed into the gate, and he and Jou forced it shut, pushing back the dogs, sealing them inside.
Both
boys looked at each other for a moment, dazed and amazed.
Honda
was the first to speak. "Jou! Those dogs really fucked you up bad! Your arm--"
"...Thank
you," was all Jou said.
"Don't
mention it," Honda replied. "C'mon, let's find Anzu and get the hell out of this freaky place."
"Yeah,"
agreed Jou. The two boys walked toward the mansion house, Jou's nightvision camera guiding them.

Yugi
felt a sickness crawl through his gut, and it scared him. It was a foul, eerie feeling. He was almost to the mansion now. His shoes were sodden and his wet clothing clung to his small form. He sensed a great evil--that much Yami allowed him to feel.
Desperate
thoughts raced through his mind. Anzu, Jou, and Honda would be at this house. He hoped to find them quickly, in case something had happened to them. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost his best friends. They were his strength, his very life. He began to run.

Honda
and Jou looked up at the enormous house. They had wandered around the back, and saw that there were actually two buildings. One looked very new. The other was obviously the mansion. It was made of brick, and had trellises for ivy and roses all around it. In most places, the ivy and roses had been overrun by kudzu. Most of the windows were dark, which Jou thought was odd. Only one enormous picture window, on the third floor, was lit. The boys stared upwards, Jou filming.
"I wonder
who's in there," muttered Honda. As if to answer his question, the form of a woman appeared. She was dressed only in a tiny bathingsuit, and she shook out her long hair, staring off into the distance toward the kennels.
"Rowr,"
Jou drooled.
A
massive man appeared behind her. She turned and scratched his face, and he grabbed her by the arm. The two scuffled for a moment, then disappeared from view.

"Ugh!
Let go of me!" Mrs. Toshira thrashed about, not liking the way this impudent guard was holding her.
"Shut
up," Pegasus's head guard grunted. "Now spill it, lady. What did you gain in murdering the boss?"
"I
don't have a damned idea what you're talking about! Now get out of here, before I kill you."
Enraged,
the guard clamped tighter on her arm. "If you weren't in on it, then why did you want all these kids to come here? The girl, the boy--"
Mrs.
Toshira erupted into laughter. "You think I engineered Pegasus's death because I have an interest in Yugi Mutou's girlfriend? You simple fool. Pegasus was nothing, and I didn't kill him. It would be better for me, in fact, were he still alive. Then my husband would be off my back." The way she said husband dripped with ice and hatred, and the guard, chilled, released her.
"Working
for Pegasus taught me to seek power," she told him. "I know who has it. I only set up the girl to get some information on his weaknesses, and then I will kill her. The boy was unanticipated. He will die, too, unless I can find a use for him. But you--you will die now. PANIK!"
The
eliminator stepped through the door, barely fitting through the frame. "You called?"

"I'll
save her!" shouted Honda, jumping onto a trellis.
"Wait!
You don't know who could be up there!" Jou tried to stop his friend, but he was already halfway up.
Just
then, Jou heard the distant crunch of car tires on gravel. Someone had arrived, behind the other building.
"I'll
go see who dat is!" he called to Honda, and ran off.

"Are
you ready?" asked Ms. Sellers, reaching for the play button on a large stereo. "Show me what you can do!"
Anzu
smiled broadly, and Ms. Sellers started the tape. It was a jumpy jazz fusion song, and Anzu knew exactly what to do. Endless hours of Dance Dance Revolution would now pay off.
I
once met a man with a sense of adventure /
He
was dressed to thrill, wherever he went...

Anzu
wasn't sure this song was appropriate for children, or what it had to do with any play, but it sure was fun to dance to.
I
said, "In these shoes? I doubt you'd survive."
Ms.
Sellers flicked off the tape. "Very nice. Now, try this classical piece."
"...This
hip hop"
"...This
new age"
"...This
rock and roll"
Anzu
had no problem with any of the songs, but she hated to admit, she was exhausted. She'd already had two dance classes that afternoon, and it was late. It seemed like Anna was trying to wipe her out.
"Ms.
Anna, may I...take...a break?" she gasped, the smile on her face having faded a few songs back.
"Oh,
but I'm almost finished. Let's try the scene, now, shall we?"
That
didn't sound too terrible. Anzu consented.
"The
scene is from a famous ballet, called Coppelia. It's about a doll, and it's much too difficult for children. So I would like to simplify it, to allow little girls to dance. Then we can incorporate it into our production, which will be a medley of famous plays about toys."
"What
a sweet idea, Anna!" Anzu said enthusiastically. "I'd love to see the children's theater put on a ballet! You're such a kind person to let me help--what shall I do?"
"Well,"
said Ms. Sellers, grinning at the irony. "You will be the doll, and I shall take you out of this wooden box to do a dance. When we finish, I will set you into the box again."
"Okay,"
said Anzu, stepping into the box, which rather eerily resembled a coffin.
'Simpleton,'
thought the older woman, quickly closing the box and locking it.
"Hey!"
shouted Anzu. "What gives? Let me out! Anna!"
The
woman laughed, and snapped her fingers. From behind the curtain, Toshira appeared, his expression one of broken spirits.
"Help
me get this to the loading dock," said Ms. Sellers. "Your wife's associate will be here any minute."
"ANNA!
LET ME OUT!" Anzu screamed, banging hard on the lid. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Panik
made short work of the guard, and Mrs. Toshira ordered his body be removed from her sight. She lit up another cigarette. She always needed a nicotine fix after dealing with men.
Honda
reached her window ledge, and not seeing what else there was to do, smashed his way through the glass.
"What
the-"
"Are
you all right, miss?" Honda asked, blushing at her state of undress, and looking around for the man who had been there just minutes before.
'Another
one? These kids just keep coming!' She stepped forward toward Honda, lifting up a bottle of wine.
"Oh,
yes, thanks to you!" she purred. "Care for a drink?"
"Um...uh...ah...uh..."
Honda stammered.
She
picked up a glass and held up the bottle. Then she dropped the glass.
"Oops!
Would you pick that up for me?"
"Um...sure!"
Honda bent down, and Mrs. Toshira brought the bottle down, smashing into the back of his head. He fell.
"Hmph,"
she said, and picked him up, dragging him from the room.

Bakura debated calling out, but figured that since no one good knew he was there, the only attention he'd get would be from his captor. He'd tried several times to open the door, and now, he pushed on it once again.
It
opened.
Bakura
looked up.
"Join
your friend," said Mrs. Toshira, and something heavy fell on top of him.
And
the door shut again.

Jou
darted behind the Pegasus Playhouse, where he saw the unmistakable silhouette of a taxicab parked under a draping willow. A man with a stooped, bulky figure stood outside of it, smoking. Jou took another step forward, and the gravel crunched under his feet.
The
smoking man looked up.
"Hey,"
he called. "HEY YOU!"
Jou's
heart pounded. He stepped forward.
"You
seen your boss? He's got a girl I need to pick up...heh heh."
'He
thinks I'm a guard! Is he talking about Anzu?' He set the camera down on the ground, rolling, facing the man.
"Hey,
I'm talkin' to you! I got a beautiful little dancing girl to pick up, so have you seen him or not?"
"You
think I'm gonna let you hurt Anzu and get away with it?!" Jou demanded, charging the man.
"Shit,"
the man cursed. He'd be skinned alive by Mrs. Toshira now--unless he took out this kid. "If you're lookin' for a fight, kid, bring it on!"
Jou
unleashed a right hook to the smoker's face. The man took it in stride, and grabbed Jou's wounded arm, twisting it back. Jou howled, and high-kicked the man in the jaw. The man released Jou's arm, and both took a few steps back.
"Damn
you, kid, you fight like a whimpering puppy!"
"What
did you just call me?!"
Jou
smashed an elbow into the man's stomach, then uppercut his jaw. He spun a full 360 degrees, landing a flawless spinning iron butterfly.
The
smoking man bitch-slapped Jou across the face, then shoved his glowing cigarette into the boy's chest.
"Don't
mess with the big men, kid, or you'll get burned." He laughed sinisterly. Jou punched him in the stomach. The man lunged at him, and forced him to the ground. They rolled, exchanging jabs to the face, the man trying to catch Jou in a choke hold.
"What
do you want with Anzu?" Jou demanded as he gained the upper hand, smashing the man's head backwards into the gravel.
"That's
not your concern!"
Jou
wrapped his hands around the man's neck, adopting his opponent's own tactic. The man coughed and sputtered, then after what seemed like ages, collapsed. Jou withdrew his hands.
"Idiot
child!" the man laughed, having fooled him. He jumped up, tossing Jou to the ground, and ran to the cab. Jou climbed to his feet. When he looked up, the man was inside the cab. The lights flashed on, shining in his eyes.
'He's
gonna run me over!' Jou realized, and dove out of the way as the vehicle lurched forward.
The
cab driver skidded to a stop, then came back around for another pass. Jou again dove out of the way, and the cab rolled over a large garbage bag that had been left nearby. The driver must have thought he'd hit his mark, and rolled over it again twice before peeling out of the driveway and onto the road.
"Ha!"
Jou managed, then crawled back over to the camera. He held it up to film his face. "Here in Hollywood, that's what we call a 'fight scene,'" he said, grinned, and blacked out.

Mrs.
Toshira had grown apprehensive. Panik had left, per her order. From her ruined window, she saw the cab drive off. But something didn't feel right. She pulled on a dress and a coat. He was coming.
"I'll
see you in America, Yugi Mutou," she said under her breath. It was time for her to get out of this place.

Honda
felt arms around him. His head hurt.
"She
got you, too, eh friend?"
"Bakura!"
Honda tried to push the other boy away, but found that they were in a very small space.
"Don't waste your energy. She hurt you bad. You're cut all over."
"No,
that's from the dogs," Honda corrected.
"Huh?"
said Bakura, but Honda was still woozy, and he blacked out again. Bakura sighed. Things just kept getting worse, didn't they.

Toshira
and Ms. Sellers carried the box with the kicking Anzu inside to the loading dock, but as they got there, they heard a car drive off.
"He's
leaving?!" Ms. Sellers gasped. "Well, if the deal's off, then I'm getting out of here, too, before that lunatic wife of yours has my head."
"Anna--"

"Don't
Anna me," she spat. "If I were you, I'd get out, too. She's going to kill you next."
"What?"

"You
heard me. So are you coming?"
"Run
away with you?"
Ms.
Sellers stamped her foot impatiently.
In
the box, Anzu suddenly stopped screaming and kicking. Now there was silence.
Toshira
froze, thinking about how much he had lost in the space of two days. He had nothing left. He lifted the rolling door to the loading area, and let her lead him away.

Yugi
saw the tall gates to the mansion, and felt a chill. He heard the sound of cars driving away, and one, driven by a woman whose long black hair flapped in the wind, nearly ran him over. He ran to the gates, and was stopped by a familiar face.
"Kid,"
said Pegasus's head guard. "I never thought I'd be happy to see you."
Yugi
stared as the guard opened the gate for him.
"It's
all right," said the guard. "Everyone's gone, and I'm supposed to be dead. You'll find your friend--what's left of her--in the building out back."
"Anzu!"
Yugi gasped, breaking into a run.
"Heh,"
chuckled the guard, clutching the wound in his stomach, and walking away. To hell with these people. He was gonna get a job behind a desk somewhere. Maybe become a writer.

"Oh,
Anzu," Yugi cried. What had happened to her? The whole place was deserted. He called her name several times, but got no answer. His heart burned, and tears stung his eyes. He tried the names of his other friends.
"Jounouchi!
Honda!" These proved equally effective. Yugi came to a door marked "stage entrance" and opened it. A tape of light classical music was playing, but there was no one present.
"Anzu!"
he shouted. "Anzu!"
He
felt energy in his puzzle, but he would not let Yami out. No, he had to find Anzu himself. He felt a soft breeze lift his bangs from his face, and instinctively he ran toward its source. The room was a delivery area, its door left rolled up. Yugi's eyes searched the room, and settled on the coffin-shaped box. It had been dropped on the ground, such that Anzu inside it lay on her back.
"Anzu,"
Yugi whispered. "Where are you?"

Bakura's millennium ring glowed, and a piece of it pointed toward the closet door.
"Yugi's
here!" he cheered.
"Wha?"
said Honda, dizzily. "Yugi?"
Of
course, the millennium ring happened to be poking Honda in the back, so he couldn't deny this fact. He held up a weary hand, with a small disc inside it.
"Call
Jou...tell him."
Bakura
was wide-eyed. He eagerly clicked the mike button.
"Jounouchi! Jou, can you hear me! Jou!"

Yugi
slumped, discouraged. He sat down, leaning up against the box. To his surprise, it seemed heavy, not being moved easily. He stared at the box, suddenly realizing what it reminded him of. Terrified, he reached for its lock, and opened the lid.
"Anzu,"
he whispered, his heart snapping in two. She was limp, and her cheek was bruised.
At
first, he didn't know what to do--cry, scream, find the one who did this. But none of those seemed quite right. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with pain. Then he kissed her cheek--the healthy one--delicately. And then he cried.

"*crzzzt* Jounouchi! Jou! *crzzzt*"
"Huh?" Jou muttered. "Bakura?"
"Jou! We're locked in the house, do you hear me, Jou? And Yugi is around, did you find Anzu?"
"I
hear you," Jou said. He thought he heard some soft sounds coming from the building, so he cut the volume. Someone was crying. Jou armed himself with the camera, and walked toward the open loading area.

Anzu
felt cool air, and began to come around from her faint. She could breathe! Then she felt something brush her cheek. Her eyelids opened slowly.
'Yugi?'

"Oh,
Yugi, why are you crying?" she asked, trying to sit up.
Yugi
looked at her for a second, then grabbed her in a huge hug. "You're all right!" he managed to say.
"Thanks
to you," she said. "Anna and Mr. Toshira tried--" She stopped, figuring it was better just to hug him.
"'Ey,
Yugi!"
"Jounouchi?!"
said Yugi and Anzu in unison, both releasing the other, both embarrassed.
"Heh,"
the blond boy chuckled. "Honda and Bakura got themselves into a bit of a jam, so if you two ain't too busy, I say we go get 'em."
"Bakura?"
asked Yugi. "What's he doing here? And, what happened to you?!"
"I'll
tell you later," said Jou. "I have a feeling it's a long story, and it ain't over yet."
The
three heroes ran to the aid of their friends in the house.

Meanwhile,
back at the Turtle Game Shop:
Sugoroku
had been staring at two things all day. One was the envelope the invitation had come in, and the other was his favorite adult film star. He had heard a rumor that she had moved to Domino City when she had retired from the porn industry, and that was why he liked her so much. But now it was late, and he was ready to go to bed. He looked at the odd purple logo on the cover of the letter one last time, and at the sultry raven-haired woman one last time, before popping the tape from the VCR and sliding it back into its box.
A
box that bore the same odd logo.
'I
must be getting senile,' he thought. After all, what could adult film stars have to do with a Duel Monsters tournament?

Or,
for that matter, history teachers, ballerinas, spy mikes, nightvision camcorders, and attack dogs...

END of chapter five! *phew* That was fun, but now it's 6 a.m.! Stay tuned for more tales from your friendly insomniac. Next up: Going to America! And more funny stuff, because this kind of drama is way hard to write -.-
Oh, and the song lyrics are borrowed from "In These Shoes" by Kirsty MacColl. It's kinda fun; check it out sometime.