Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I don't even own this idea.
And I lost my penny.
*Is getting stoned for not updating for over half a year.* I have just about ALL the chapters for this done. And new stories in planning. Please don't kill me.
Yami vs the infomercials
"No. I am not going."
"But, Yami! Grampa said that I can't leave you alone unless I tie you up and lock you in the closet!"
"I said I wasn't going, and I'm not going."
Yugi was unsuccessfully trying to talk Yami into going to the movies with him, Tea, Tristan, and Joey. Yami, however, was refusing to leave the house.
"And don't even think about using 'the face'. It won't work this time."
"Drat."
"I swear I won't touch anything. I'll just sit here and watch TV. No, I won't blow it up," he added at a glance from Yugi. "I've used the TV plenty of times. And I know how to use the phone if I need to call."
"Weeell.alright.but if I come home and anything even smells different, Grampa will strangle us both."
Yugi left with only a few nervous looks back at Yami, who was standing with his arms folded, watching him go. As soon as Yugi was out the door, Yami ran into the kitchen, grabbed the bag of sugar that was 'hidden' in the deepest, darkest corner of the highest, farthest cabinet, jumped onto the couch, and started flipping through the channels.
"Oooohh.it's Sunday.nuthin good's on!" he moaned after going through every channel a half dozen times. He continued, however, to flip through the channels for another five minutes just to make sure before he decided that TV was stupid anyway and threw the remote across the room. This did nothing except flip the channel to an infomercial.
".And if you call now, we will double your order FREE!!"
"FREE?!?!?!" by this time, the sugar had really kicked in and Yami was bouncing up and down on the couch.
".That's right! FREE!!"
"YAY!!!"
".Call now!"
"OKAY!!" Yami grabbed the phone and dialed the number. "I WANT ONE OF WHATS ON TV!!!" he screamed into the receiver.
"Ok.sir.your order will.er.be delivered in about a week.have a .er.nice day."
"YAY!!!!!" Yami threw the phone into the air, grabbed the remote from the other side of the room, and jumped onto the couch, flipping through the channels until he found another infomercial. Things progressed in this manner for about an hour, until the sugar wore off and Yami fell asleep in mid-throw, fell back on the couch, and promptly woke up again when the remote connected with his head.
"Oweee.that hurt." was all he managed to say before he fell back asleep.
****
"Yami! I'm home!" Yami sat straight up at Yugi's voice, the remote stuck to his face.
"What? Huh? Did somebody say summin?"
"Oh. There you are. Did you know that there was a remote stuck to your face?" Yugi asked, giggling.
Yami grabbed the remote off his forehead and threw it back on the couch.
"So, what did you do the whole time I was gone? Other than sleep?"
"I watched TV," Yami said hiding the remote and empty bag of sugar behind his back.
".Is that all?" Yugi looked skeptical.
"Yup," Yami inched towards the door.
"What are you hiding behind your back?"
"Nothing," said Yami quickly before hurrying through the door.
****
Things moved along quite normally for the next few weeks. Or as normally as things can when you have a 5000-year-old ancient Egyptian pharaoh living in your house. That is, until Grampa came home one day to find about fifty people with different products waiting outside for him.
"YAMI!!!!!!!!!"
Yami and Yugi were upstairs looking through their cards.
"Did you hear something, Yami?"
".No."
They went on with what they were doing.until the door was thrown open with such force that it was almost knocked off its hinges.
"YAMI!!!!!! YOU JUST COST ME OVER 2000$ WORTH OF NON-REFUNDABLE, USELESS.THINGS!!!! I AM IN DEBT TO OVER TWENTY COMPANIES!!! HOW AM I GOING TO PAY FOR THIS?!?!?!"
Yami decided that this was for Yugi to handle and quickly vanished into his soul room.
*****
It stunk. It's too short. I'll update soon. And please review!
*Is getting stoned for not updating for over half a year.* I have just about ALL the chapters for this done. And new stories in planning. Please don't kill me.
Yami vs the infomercials
"No. I am not going."
"But, Yami! Grampa said that I can't leave you alone unless I tie you up and lock you in the closet!"
"I said I wasn't going, and I'm not going."
Yugi was unsuccessfully trying to talk Yami into going to the movies with him, Tea, Tristan, and Joey. Yami, however, was refusing to leave the house.
"And don't even think about using 'the face'. It won't work this time."
"Drat."
"I swear I won't touch anything. I'll just sit here and watch TV. No, I won't blow it up," he added at a glance from Yugi. "I've used the TV plenty of times. And I know how to use the phone if I need to call."
"Weeell.alright.but if I come home and anything even smells different, Grampa will strangle us both."
Yugi left with only a few nervous looks back at Yami, who was standing with his arms folded, watching him go. As soon as Yugi was out the door, Yami ran into the kitchen, grabbed the bag of sugar that was 'hidden' in the deepest, darkest corner of the highest, farthest cabinet, jumped onto the couch, and started flipping through the channels.
"Oooohh.it's Sunday.nuthin good's on!" he moaned after going through every channel a half dozen times. He continued, however, to flip through the channels for another five minutes just to make sure before he decided that TV was stupid anyway and threw the remote across the room. This did nothing except flip the channel to an infomercial.
".And if you call now, we will double your order FREE!!"
"FREE?!?!?!" by this time, the sugar had really kicked in and Yami was bouncing up and down on the couch.
".That's right! FREE!!"
"YAY!!!"
".Call now!"
"OKAY!!" Yami grabbed the phone and dialed the number. "I WANT ONE OF WHATS ON TV!!!" he screamed into the receiver.
"Ok.sir.your order will.er.be delivered in about a week.have a .er.nice day."
"YAY!!!!!" Yami threw the phone into the air, grabbed the remote from the other side of the room, and jumped onto the couch, flipping through the channels until he found another infomercial. Things progressed in this manner for about an hour, until the sugar wore off and Yami fell asleep in mid-throw, fell back on the couch, and promptly woke up again when the remote connected with his head.
"Oweee.that hurt." was all he managed to say before he fell back asleep.
****
"Yami! I'm home!" Yami sat straight up at Yugi's voice, the remote stuck to his face.
"What? Huh? Did somebody say summin?"
"Oh. There you are. Did you know that there was a remote stuck to your face?" Yugi asked, giggling.
Yami grabbed the remote off his forehead and threw it back on the couch.
"So, what did you do the whole time I was gone? Other than sleep?"
"I watched TV," Yami said hiding the remote and empty bag of sugar behind his back.
".Is that all?" Yugi looked skeptical.
"Yup," Yami inched towards the door.
"What are you hiding behind your back?"
"Nothing," said Yami quickly before hurrying through the door.
****
Things moved along quite normally for the next few weeks. Or as normally as things can when you have a 5000-year-old ancient Egyptian pharaoh living in your house. That is, until Grampa came home one day to find about fifty people with different products waiting outside for him.
"YAMI!!!!!!!!!"
Yami and Yugi were upstairs looking through their cards.
"Did you hear something, Yami?"
".No."
They went on with what they were doing.until the door was thrown open with such force that it was almost knocked off its hinges.
"YAMI!!!!!! YOU JUST COST ME OVER 2000$ WORTH OF NON-REFUNDABLE, USELESS.THINGS!!!! I AM IN DEBT TO OVER TWENTY COMPANIES!!! HOW AM I GOING TO PAY FOR THIS?!?!?!"
Yami decided that this was for Yugi to handle and quickly vanished into his soul room.
*****
It stunk. It's too short. I'll update soon. And please review!