INTERMISSION

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PART SIXTEEN

Jounouchi! Jounouchi!

Yugi and Honda called out for their missing companion, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Then, they approached a lake, in the center of which, shrouded in thick fog, stood a castle. Without a crew, or any real reason at all, a dragon-shaped ship floated up.

Hey, this kind of reminds me of a Baby Dragon...

They climbed aboard and let the tattered sail-ship take them where it would. It glided soundlessly across the water, pulling to a stop before the majestic stone edifice.

The Castle Aaaagh. Our quest is at an end. Yugi said in awe. Shadi be praised! He got down on one knee. Almighty Shadi, we thank Thee that Thou has vouchsafed us to the most holy-

Twong.



A sheep flew through the air and narrowly missed hitting the King of Games. He leaped up with a cry and grew taller, voice deepening.

A familiar head appeared over the wall.

Allo, dappy Japanese d-uelllllllists and Monsieur Yugi King, who has the brain of a duck, you know. So, we French Duel Monsters outwit you a second time!

Yugi was outraged. How dare you profane this place with your presence! I command you, in the name of the Duelists of Domino, to open the doors of this sacred castle, to which Shadi Himself has guided us! He gestured broadly at the structure, eyes glinting with fury.

The Flame Swordsman put a finger to his lips. How you Japanese say, I one more time, mac, unclog my nose in your direction', sons of a window-dresser! So, you think you could outclever us French Monsters with your silly knees-bent running about advancing behavior?! I wave my private parts at your aunties, and their aunties, you cheesy lot of second hand electric donkey-bottom biters.

In the name of Shadi, we demand entrance to this sacred castle! Yugi was losing his patience.

The Swordsman laughed. No chance, Japanese bed-wetting types. I call your door-opening request a silly thing, you tiny-brained wipers of other people's bottoms!

Yugi drew his deck. If you do not open this door, we shall take this castle by force!

He and Honda ran forward with a battle cry. Things began to fall - animals, rocks, small, useless objects, and, in general, a load of shit. Some of it literal.

In the name of Shadi and the glory of our-

More things fell. The guards atop the wall were laughing hysterically.

Yugi covered himself with his hands. Agh. Right! That settles it!

The guard called down. Yes, depart a lot at this time, and cut the approaching any more or we fire arrows at the tops of your heads and make castanets out of your testicles already! Ha ha hah haaa!

Yugi muttered to Honda, Walk away. Just ignore them.

The Frenchmonster insulted them some more. And now, remain gone, illegitimate-faced bugger-folk! And, if you think you got a nasty taunting this time, you ain't heard nothin' yet, dappy Japanese d-uuuuuuuuelists! Thppppt!

The other guards joined in on the chorus of taunting.

Yugi fumed. We shall attack at once!

Honda nodded. Yes, my liege!

And then, a great army of duelists appeared from out of nowhere (it is conjectured that they perhaps came from the Shahdaurelme, but this has never been confirmed), shouted, and then fell silent.

French persons! Yugi called out triumphantly.



Yugi continued. Today the blood of many a valiant duelists shall be avenged. In the name of Shadi...

Hoo hoo! Ohh, ha ha ha ha ha!...

...we shall not stop our fight til each one of you lies dead...or mindcrushed...and the Head of Exodia returns to those whom Shadi has chosen!

...Ha ha ha!...



cried out the duelist army, and began their advance.

However, they were rudely interrupted as the scream of police sirens filled the air, and a couple of black not-carts screeched to a halt in front of them. An elderly woman hopped out, accompanied by an official-looking man in a uniform.

The woman pointed. Yes. They're the ones. I'm sure.

A squad of officers jumped out and grabbed various duelists. Come on. Everybody armed must go too. said the Inspector.

All right. Come on. Back. The officers herded the army around and into the trucks, searching everyone.

Get that one. The woman said.

Put this man in the van. The Inspector told the officer, gesturing.

Clear off. Come on. said the officer.

With whom? Honda blinked.

And so, the army of duelists was ignominiously captured and hauled off, much to their chagrin, and to the distress of the cameraman, who was crashed into multiple times.