"Yami… will you please come down?" Yugi appealed to his hikari, pulling the puppy-dog eyes. For possibly the first time ever, they didn't have any effect. Most likely it was because Yami was too hyper to be able to see them.

The only reply Yugi got was a string of gibberish that sounded vaguely like "Bwafafafaneeeeewhomhakakakakakagrarghshazashaza!!!!!!!" followed by a hail of raisins Yami had found on the top shelf - which he was currently sitting on.

Yugi ducked out of the way, and turned his attention to Ryou. "No good… why did Bakura have to give him that bag of sugar?"

Ryou sighed. "To get back at me by making us both have a miserable hour or so while Yami burns his sugar rush off." Bakura could be heard chuckling evilly somewhere - though Ra knew *where* he'd hidden in that room - and Yugi made a mental note to somehow get even.

Yugi turned his attention back to trying to help Yami. A quick search revealed there was nothing in the room that could be used to counter the sugar. Yugi sighed and cursed this fact in his mind - much to Yami's amusement.

"Ooooooh, naughty little Yugi said a naughty little word!" he practically crowed with delight. "Does little Mr Ryou-kun want to know what Yugi said?"

Yugi blushed, and Ryou turned away so he didn't have to look at Yami. Yugi's blush quickly faded, and he returned to facing Yami with a fierce glare. "Yami, get down here now!" he bellowed - well, as close to bellowing as Yugi could manage anyway.

Much to Yugi's surprise, Yami climbed down. He stood in front of Yugi with his hands behind his back and staring at his feet, much like a small child might when they were being told off.

Yugi stood dumb for a second, not sure what to do. "Uhm… go and sit in the corner for a while, and try to calm down…"

Yami looked up at Yugi. "But I don't wanna time-out!" he protested, sounding much more like his normal self.

Yugi sighed inwardly. Maybe the sugar hadn't hit Yami as hard as he'd first feared. "Well, I'm sorry, but it'll teach you not to eat whole bags of sugar in future."

Yami hung his head, and slunk over to the corner Yugi had pointed to. Yugi and Ryou both looked to eachother and sat down, Yugi making sure he avoided the bag of carrots this time - much to the evident displeasure of Bakura, if the 'bloody spoilsport' comment was anything to go by. Yugi began contemplating going back to sleep, in the hope that somehow the rest of the night might pass more peacefully for him.

Yami, in the meantime, was getting very bored *very* quickly in the corner by himself. He'd run out of fingers and thumbs to twiddle already, had had enough of shuffling his feet, and wasn't getting anywhere trying to have a conversation with a lone turnip. Suddenly, his eyes flashed wide as he remembered a song he'd found on a CD in Yugi's room earlier, and began concocting his own version of it. In his hyperactive state, it didn't take very long.

"Yugi! Yugi!" he yelled, bouncing up and down on the spot in his excitement. "I made a special song for you!"

Yugi put one hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was about five minutes away from having a vein pulsating on his forehead.

"Can I sing it please?"

Yugi waved a hand at Yami, indicating that he honestly didn't care right now. The subtle "please don't" behind this gesture was wasted on Yami, and he quickly began preparing himself.

"Ready Yugi?" he asked. Yugi looked up, and was about to reply, but what he saw simply made his jaw drop. Was Yami dressed up like… Michael Jackson?

*~*~*~*~*~*

Apologies for the lack of humour in this chapter, oh patient readers, but it was written while I had a hangover and had little desire to do anything other than curl up in my bed and dream of Yugi.

However, next chapter we finally get to see 'Yami Jackson' sing the Spam song! Hope you enjoy!

I don't know if there's much point in asking you to review this chapter, since it was only intended as a build-up to the next, but if you must then feel free! (All flames will be used to singe Dark Magician Girl's hair or just ignored!)