Okay! Prepare to be afraid! I am updating this story! *Ominous music sounds* I had given up on it but you reviewers are the most wonderful people in the world! Thank you sososo much! I was all depressed because this was my very first fic, and no one had read it but now you all have! T__T Life is so beautiful!

DOMO ARIGATO!

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The umpire pulled off his mask and glared triumphantly at Joey. "Now, Wheeler. Go back to the dugout like a good little puppy dog."

          "K-K-K-KAIBA?!" Joey yelled at the top of his lungs. "What the…?! Why are you here?!"

          "Wheeler. I said 'out'." Kaiba said reveling in the moment. Joey gazed at him with horror.

          "Not possible. You're BIASED! GET SOME GLASSES! I WAS IN BY A MILE! YOU HEAR ME? A MILE!" He kept yelling at Kaiba until Kaiba said, still grinning.

          "Tsk tsk, Wheeler. You should learn to keep a civil tongue in your head. I am now evicting you from the game." Joey blanched, almost hit Kaiba, realized that doing that could get him taken out all season, and went forlornly back to the dugout. He expected the coach to yell at him but instead he was ringing his hands looking worried, and yelling at other people.

          "What are we going to do!?" He shouted at the assistant coach.

          "Er, Coach?" Joey said, nervously, "I just got evicted the game…" The coach merely looked at him hopelessly, turned back to his discussion.

          "Isn't there anyone else who could do it?" The assistant coach asked.

          "They're all playing… Waitaminute! WHEELER!"

          "Yeah?" Joey asked.

          "WHEELER! WHEELER! WHEELER!"

          "Still here, Coach."

          "You got evicted, right?" He asked franticly, "As in you aren't playing anymore this game?"

          "Yup." Joey said, totally miserable. "But, Coach! It totally wasn't fair! The ump. is biased! He really hates me and…" But the coach was totally ignoring his complaints.

          "You could do it!"

          "Do what?" Joey asked. This certainly hadn't been what he had been expecting from the coach.

          "Our mascot is sick. He just called in to tell us. We told the other school and the spectators that we would have the mascot running around during the 7th inning stretch."

          "Oh I see, so you want me to be the mascot?" Joey asked, unbelieving.

          "That's right. Because you can't play, will you do this for your team?" He asked in the air of Uncle Sam enlisting boys for the army.

          "Sure." Joey said, at least he wouldn't be bored. "But I ain't too good at all those acrobatic tricks and all."

          "That's okay. As long as there is someone in the suit who can wave at the kids and pretend to be Barney the Bulldog, we'll be fine!" The coach said, smiling.

          "Barney the WHAT!?" Joey yelled.

          "Bulldog. Our team is the "Domino Bulldogs". Didn't you know that?"

          "No! Coach! I have things against dog suits. I'll never live this down. The guys won't let me! Please, Coach!" Joey protested.

          "You promised, Joey! C'mon! Do it for the team! Be a man!" The coach patted him on the shoulder so hard that Joey nearly fell over.

          "Okay. Okay, I'll do it. But you owe me big!"

          "Fine. Fine. As long as you do it!" The coach said, and then sat down on the dugout bench laughing. The assistant coach ran up looking panicked.

          "Coach! Freedman just called! He has the mascot outfit at his house! It isn't here!" He cried out.

          "Hooray!" Shouted Joey, "I mean… oh shucks!" The coach glared at him, and then put his hands over his face in despair.

          "Is there no where we can get a dog suit on this short notice?!" He cried out to the world at large. A small cube hit Joey on the side of the head.

          "Ow! What the…?"

          "May I be of service?" Duke Devlin asked.

          "Who are you?" The coach asked. Duke was never that into athletics so the coach had never met him.     

          "I heard you were in need of a mascot suit. I happen to have one. And I know for a fact that it is the right size." He grinned at Joey.

          "No! NOT COOL!" Joey shouted. The coach beamed up at Duke Devlin as if he were an angel.

          "Thank you so much!"

          "Great! I'll go get it!" He came back ten minutes later carrying the all too familiar dog suit. Joey covered his eyes at the sight of it.

          "Put it on." The coach told him.

          "B-but! Coach! It's not a bulldog!"

          "That won't matter to the little kids! Get out there!" Joey pulled the suit on and kept the top low, hoping no one would notice that it was him. Then he ran outside to applause.

          "Hey, everybody!" He called to the croud. About twenty little children screamed.

          "Hey! You aren't Barney the Bulldog!"

          "Um… That's right, kids! I am Barney's cousin Bernie the Beagle!" Joey ad-libbed. The kids began chanting 'We want Barney!' Joey clenched his knuckles. Time for some distraction mechanisms.

          "Hey, Kids! Look at Bernie do a somersault!" He proceeded to do a lopsided one, which made them cry harder.

          "WAAAH! BARNEY COULD DO FLIPS!"

          "YEAH! BARNEY WASN'T LAME!"

          "WE WANT BARNEY!" Joey had no idea what to do. Who knew any sort of gymnastics? He ran over to the stands, and grabbed Teá who was eating a hotdog.

          "C'mon! It's your chance to be a cheerleader!" Teá ran out onto the field with him. She began doing strange pirouettes all around the field, beaming at the kids. They began screaming at her too.

          "Hey go away, Bernie's ugly girlfriend!"

          "She's NOT my girlfriend!" Joey yelled at them. "She's not even in my species!"

          "Go back to the dog house, mutt!" An older boy called. Joey was ready to cry in exasperation.

          "Need a hand, Joseph?" A familiar, silky voice asked.