A/N- Wow, I never knew anyone could like a story so much! This was originally going to be spiders, but I really can't do random screams of terror...

Disclaimer- Do you really think that the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh would attack their character with bouncy balls? Wait, don't answer that... I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Follow the Bouncing Ball

Still somewhat half asleep, Yugi sauntered into the kitchen. Just as he was about to open the pantry door, interesting noises began to filter in from the other areas of the previously still house.

*Thump*

"Oi!"

Yugi looked in the direction of the stairs.

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *ThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThump!*

Then a string of ancient Egyptian curses.

Yugi sighed, fighting to keep the smile off his face. He cautiously peered around the corner. Just as he expected, Yami was lying at the bottom of the stairs along with a pile of his clothes that had previously been resting at the top of the stairs.

Yami looked up at curious light.

"Tripped." A pause. "Again…"

"I thought as much. Want some breakfast?"

Back inside the kitchen, Yami seated himself at the table. He had learned long ago that it was better for them all if he kept as far away from all kitchen appliances as possible. After all, since when was it a good idea for an ancient Egyptian pharaoh to be in a modern kitchen?

Then Yugi continued what he had previously started to do. And a very bad idea it was, too. He opened the pantry door.

Immediately after the door opened, both of the teens were engulfed in a literal, bouncing, multicolored storm. Of bouncy balls. Somehow, someone had propped a rather large pail of bouncy balls in assorted sizes in the pantry. Almost in slow motion, Yami watched with an amused sort of horror as a virtual waterfall of the small rubber objects cascaded to the floor. And then time resumed its normal pace.

Here, there, and everywhere, no place was left un-bounced on by the little leaping toy menaces. Single-handedly, they turned the kitchen into a chaotic maelstrom, busy ricocheting off the appliances, each other, and the two unfortunate boys stuck in the middle.

Yami quickly ducked under the table, his lighter side grabbing a colander to shield himself with and following suit. There was only one slight problem. The only trouble with a table is that it has no walls. A table was not made for hiding from bouncy balls, the inventor never including the possibility that his creation would ever be used for a shield.

In fact, it was a very bad place to hide in this instance. A ball would bounce off the floor, hit the underside of the table, and come back down at an even greater pace. And thus the pair eventually gave up and retreated to the living room at a high speed, Yami slamming the door behind them, effectively blocking out most of the bouncy balls. Most of them. One still made it through and pegged him in the back of the head. When he spotted the offender, he managed to glare at it.

"Hey, Yami, come look at this!" Came the excited call of his lighter half, as he gestured with his colander.

And there on the now closed kitchen door was a sticky note. Actually, there were many sticky notes. It had escaped their attention till now, but not anymore. The entire room had been almost solidly covered in hundreds of sticky notes. And each one had the same thing written in the exact same writing. Yami peeled a neon orange one off a nearby vase.

Yami and Yugi,

Consider this a challenge, Pharaoh. I'll bet you my title of Master of Disaster in an all out prank war that I can top you in a battle of wits. If you win, you get my title. If I win, you are my slave for a week. If you accept, then make your own feeble attempt to prank us. We'll be waiting...

Team Twin Terror.

"So", Yugi asked, "what should we do?"

"What else?" His other replied. "We accept their challenge."

"I hope you know what you're doing..."