A/N- I hate to say it, but I really don't like this part. Speech/talking is the one of the things that I am worst at. I only put it in here because the story needed it for the plot to be plausible/ manageable/ credible/ and/or workable. Yes, my cousin and I are walking thesauri (plural for thesaurus). Oh, and I forgot advanceable. Blah... Onwards to insanity!

Disclaimer- *This disclaimer was unfortunately blown up by my demolitionist of an Elemental, Tack. It will be back later.*

I've finally learned italics! Yay!

One of these ~*~ means a scene change.

The names shall remain the same as previously stated in part one.

Cash or Charge

"Hah!" Tristan crowed triumphantly. "I told you Seiyaryu had 2500 attack points!"

"You lose your bet!" Tea giggled.

Joey sighed. He had impulsively made the above mentioned bet and now he was at the mercy of his two, usually nice, but every-once-in-awhile-diabolical friends. And the price for losing this particular bet was to complete one dare.

"Okay, okay, so I lost. Whadaya want me to do?"

Tea paused. "You know, we didn't really think about that."

"Yeah," Tristan mused. "But what ever it is, it has to be good."

"What do you want me to do?" the blond taunted, "Dress in drag and do the hula?"(1)

Tea and Tristan exchanged evil grins. "Exactly."

"Me and my big mouth..."

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"WHAT?!?!" He yelled, eying the pile of garments Tea held out to him. "You want me to wear that?!"

"Yes."

"...Fine..." The blond stalked back into Tea's house to get changed.

~*~

"Y. BK., are you sure you know how to work one of these?"

"Of course I'm sure. And keep quiet!"

~*~

The back door inched open and Joey stuck his head out.

"Do I really have to do this?" he whined dramatically, hoping for the slight chance that Tea and Tristan had reconsidered. No such luck.

"Of course you do."

Joey slunk out onto the makeshift stage that Tea's parents had rigged up for her to practice on. The two visible audience members snickered. Ordinarily, Joey loved to show off. He loved to be the center of attention. But not now. He was about to keep up his end of the bet...

~*~

Both members of team Twin Terror struggled to keep themselves concealed as the show went on. One little piece of machinery was going to help them win the prank war. All they had to do was be at the right place at the right time with the right multimillionaire...

~*~

Someone pounded at the door and Mokuba ran to open it. Immediately he came face to chest with the two silver haired boys on the other side. (2) He blinked, looking up.

"Hey guys! What are you two doing here?"

"Hello Mokuba." Ryou greeted, "We came to see your brother. Is he here?"

"Yes, I'm here."

The three turned around. Indeed, there was the older of the Kaibas, poised on the stairs.

"What did you want?" His voice lacked its usual haughtiness as he strolled across the floor to talk to his two friends.

Bakura went straight to the point. "We saw something that might be of interest to you."

"Oh?" Seto allowed a rare smile to adorn itself over his face. The ancient tomb robber had an unmistakable sense of humor and he knew it.

"Yes." Bakura grinned as his lighter half vainly tried to smother his laughter. "Joey was wearing a Hawaiian floral print skirt, coconut bra, and doing a scene out of The Lion King."

Ryou gasped for air. "Complete with a flower lei!" he giggled.

Seto arched an eyebrow. "The dueling monkey? In a floral print skirt and a coconut bra?" A smirk played across his lips. "I would have paid to see that!"

Ryou held up his trusty video camera and a tape. "Would that be cash or charge?"

(1)- Small excerpt here from The Lion King. And I don't own it.

(2)- So he's not the tallest person around...

A/N- I forgot the end author's note in the last part. And the notes. Well, I won't do it here. Now if I could only remember what I wanted to say...