Shooting down the road at a hundred and five miles an hour, the infamous tomb robber behind the wheel swerved to car from side to side ramming into other cars while screeching out a high pitched sound that qualified as a song. Not even the cops bothered to go after him, knowing it was suicide after what happened to Bob. Marik sat in the corner of the back seat calmly turning a five hundred-page book titled: Gory Pictures From World War Two. Cowered in the other corner was a very frightened Ryou who was desperately praying for his life to be spared. He stuck on a camping trip with two homicidal maniacs, who wouldn't. Well, three. Plus the one stuffed in the trunk.
" Are you sure this is the right road to Yellow Stone Park?" asked Marik looking up from his book.
An old lady's frantic shrieks could be hear from miles away as Bakura rammed into her car causing it to spin out of control and fly off the road. The car behind her screeched to a halt causing the car behind that car to crash into it followed by another and another. Soon a whole chain of broken cars lined the road all with angry drivers shaking their fists at a certain white hair boy who threw his head back in a maniacal laugh.
" Baka! Of course I'm sure! I've navigated through dozens of pyramids in Egypt and never got lost once! Why would you think, not that you do, that I would get lost on one of these pathetic little roads?!"
"Why? I'll tell you why. We're suppose to be in Yellow Stone Park right now, but were twenty miles from St. Louis!"
Marik waved his arm at a large green sign with big bold letters that said: St. Louis Next Exit 20 Miles. Bakura ignored him and held up a ripped up map between his middle and index fingers.
" Well according to the map I'm on the right road."
" Moron! You were reading it up side down!"
There was a long pause.
" Ah dammit."
Cursing, Bakura swerved to car around, nearly hitting a blond, brunet, and a black hair girl returning from the fright fest at Six Flags St. Louis.
" Hey watch where you're going ya freak of nature!" one of them screamed, shaking an angry fist at the tomb robber.
" What did you call me you foolish-"
" Uh…Bakura?" Ryou interrupted. He had been staring out the window at strands of loose rope flapping in the wind the whole time.
" What the hell do you want?"
" Did you remember to tie all of the luggage down?"
There was another long pause
" I thought Marik was."
"I thought Ryou was suppose to."
" And I thought Bakura was."
The three of them stared at each other and then at the loose ropes. They poked their head out the window and stared at the empty car roof, which was suppose to be piled high with suitcases filled with grenades and counter fit money. The only thing left was a boxer strapped to the car antennae flapping in the wind like a flag.
" DUCK!" Ryou cried pulling his head back in and pointing ahead.
" Duck?"
" Watch out for the squirrel!"
At that exact moment, a squirrel chose to plop down in the middle of the road in front of the on coming car and eat an acorn it found lying somewhere in a dumpster.
" AHHHHH"
Bakura swerved to car around the fluffy tailed rat. The car spun into the trees on the side of the road and flew spinning down the hill.
" AHHHHHHHHHHH" they paused for a breath. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Marik who had refused to buckle his seat belt was launched off his seat and thrown against the window, nearly crashing through.
High up on the tree branches two squirrels with glowing red eyes high fived each other for a job well done.
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" Nice going Bakura" whispered Marik.
" Shut up. Why are you blamin' me for? It's Ryou's fault. Him and his figgin' squirrel."
" I wouldn't be talking if I were you. I'm not the one that failed my driving test four times and had to blackmail the instructor to let me pass." Retorted Ryou who was also whispering. " If you watched where you were going, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
The car the trio were in teetered at the edge of a cliff. They sat there not daring to move a muscel.
" Shut up! Since when was it Ok for you to talk to me this way?!"
" Since I fired the network producers. Those lousy bastards. They can't tell me what to do. Those morons…"
" So…what do we do now" Bakura asked to no one in particular, letting Ryou ramble on, cussing out the network producers.
" Beats me." answered Marik. " As long as it's under five seconds."
" Why is that?"
Marik held up an active grenade.
" Ah shi…taki mushrooms" Bakura muttered for the sake of keeping this story PG. " Ok. No one panic. On the count of three , we all jump out. Got it?"
Ryou and Marik nodded.
" One… two… three!"
By the time Bakura got to three, the car was empty.
" 'DOH!" What else was there to say?
Bakura leaped out of the car just as it slid forward and down the edge of the cliff.
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In the mean time, stuffed inside the trunk of the car, Malik just woke up from a nice little nap. They others had shoved him in there since Bakura and Marik wanted to bring along a few dozen flame throwers for warding off squirrels and cops. Why they didn't put the flame-throwers in the trunk instead, who knows. ANYWAYS, he woke up only to have fire engulf him and burn him to a crisp.
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BAAMM!! The explosion sent Ryou, Bakura and Marik sprawling on the ground. The flame-throwers adding an extra explosion of its own, torching the wolves and cougars living at the bottom of the cliff.
" NOOOOOOO" wailed Bakura in a raspy voice and pounding his fist on the ground for the lost of the precious flame-throwers. " MY PREEECCCIIIOOOUUUSSS IS LOST!"
" You done yet Gollum?" asked Ryou crossing his arm across his chest watching the almighty tomb robber cry like a little baby.
" CRAP!" Marik suddenly cried out.
" What?"
" I think we left my yami in the trunk!"
Once again, there was a long pause.
" Meh, good riddance."
The two white hair boys stared at the friend.
" So…" Ryou spoke up, breaking the silence. " What do we do now?"
" Who said anything about ' we' ?" Bakura's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
" Ok… what are you gonna do then?"
" We look for the squirrels that caused this! Hunt them down! We do not know pain, we do not know fear! We will taste squirrel flesh!"
" Psst, Ryou!" Marik hissed in the boy's ear. " Exactly how much Lord of the Rings are you letting him watch?"
" I'm not sure exactly, but he does have the DVD, VHS, all of the figurines, every single trading card, created a new Lord of the Ring desktop for the computer and he ordered a Ring Of Power from Ebay."
Ryou sweat dropped nervously as he watched his friend's reaction. Marik sighed and followed the tomb robber further into the woods in search of the 'evil squirrels'. How was he ever going to get out of this one?
