Author Notes: Mwa! I'm back! Only months late with the final piece to this
story! Review and I might even add someone elses birthday (actually, I
won't, but I'll consider writing them a separate birthday fic or
something). Lets see, other stuff to mention. Oh yeah, DDR in this part.
Ignore a few minor um, shall we say, plot hole-like-things. I'll make a
note of them during the fice.
Oh, and I'm not sure if there is a basement at the game store Yugi's grandpa runs, but there is now! ^^
~~~
Of course, everyone crowded around Seto, who was now talking to and paying the FedEx men. Thanks to the fairly generous tips Seto gave them, they probably wouldn't need to work for a few months. After they unpacked what they bought, collected their money and left, Seto smiled serenely.
"We might not have any more games to have our contest with," Seto began, and was cut off by the manager.
"You can say that again!"
Seto glared at the manager, and then continued on, "So we will finish our contest by getting rid of all our tickets - they no longer matter now -"
This time Bakura interrupted Seto. "You're only saying that because you have none! You did this all on purpose, didn't you?" he said, scowling.
"It's not like I paid you guys to destroy the machines," Seto replied airily, scaring the crap out of everyone. Yugi had to wonder what had put Seto in such a good mood.
"So then, um," Ryou finally asked, "What are we doing now instead?"
Seto grinned triumphantly. "We are going to have a competition." He indicated the machines covered by curtains, which he pulled away, revealing three shiny, brand new, Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) machines. Everyone else blinked several times in shock. "We're going to compete in DDR."
For a full three and a quarter minutes, no one could say anything. They all looked at Seto like he was wearing a lime green t-shirt, and nothing else. It just seemed so not like Seto to bring up this arcade game as the final competition between them all.
Amusingly enough, it was Yugi who finally broke the silence. "Seto, thanks! I think this is an awesome idea! I love this game!"
Everyone, of course, now turned to Yugi, who continued, "Since grandfather has the game shop, he has one of these machines in the basement. I play it every now and then. . . . I'm not that good, but I'm ok . . . and I think this will be fun!"
And then Ryou spoke up as well, "I've seen this game a few times too." He smiled softly. Bakura rolled his eyes with Malik, and Malik decided to voice their opinion of the game.
"I think I could beat you all at this blindfolded with my hands tied to my ankles," said Malik confidently. Bakura nodded to show his agreement. They both had never played the game before, let alone even heard about it.
Mokuba had nothing to say about it, so Seto spoke up again. "Anyhow. We'll draw names to see who goes against each other in a simple elimination competition."
"What does the winner get?" Bakura demanded immediately.
"The special prize, of course," Seto responded just as quickly.
"In other words," Mokuba whispered loudly, "Seto has no clue what he's going to give out as a prize so you just have to put up with him for now, and if you win you can probably demand anything you want from him."
"Oh."
"Mokuba! That is not true!" A scowl accompanied Seto's face.
"It isn't?" Mokuba replied, a hint of teasing in his voice, "Then what is the special prize you speak so highly about?"
"It's a secret," answered Seto, his tone taking on a slightly defensive note. This tone of voice was only heard from Seto in situations like this, when Mokuba had the upper hand.
"Fine, fine," Mokuba backed down, for now. He was interested to play the game.
Seto made a show of pulling out a hat from out of nowhere (really, it was on the table behind him, but that table didn't exist either.) with little slips of paper in it. "Everyone, pick a name. If you pick yourself, pick again, of course." He paused. "Actually, in this case, it doesn't matter, so don't worry."
Everyone picked a name. Nobody got their own name, so at least that didn't confuse them. So they stood, patiently, waiting for Seto to explain how this was going to work. Obviously they couldn't just play against the persons name they drew, because what was the chance of them all getting corresponding names? Finally, Seto noticed their confusion, and explained "Now, just write down the name you have on this chart, in any order. Just do it in a line."
He produced a piece of paper, once again, out of nowhere. Really. Well, in any case, everyone wrote down the names they held in their hands.
"Ah! Me against Yugi!" Malik crowed happily, "Guess who's going to kick -"
"And I'm against Ryou," Bakura said, cutting Malik off. It was, after all, a PG rated fic, and -
"And I'm against Seto," Mokuba smirked, efficiently cutting off the breaking of the fourth wall that was taking place.
Yami blinked. "I'm against myself?" He paused, then noticed, "Oh, I'm lucky, I get to go straight against whoever wins between Bakura and Ryou."
"Lucky bastard," muttered Malik.
"PG, PG," Yugi muttered in reply. Nobody commented. And the game began. (Mostly because if they waited too long, they'd never get any cake!)
So, first, Yugi and Malik got up on the DDR machine. Malik was confident as ever, and Yugi was smiling his innocent smile. "You can pick the song," Yugi said, smiling up at Malik. Malik had to look away, lest he be taken in by the innocence of Yugi. That would undoubtedly break his concentration, and he needed that to win. Of course.
"Fine, I will."
The game started, and both of them selected heavy as their mood for playing. "Have you ever played before, Malik-chan?" Yugi asked adorably.
'The little brat is certainly trying to ruin my concentration with all his cuteness!' Malik scowled to himself. "I'll be fine." He said.
"Ok," smiled Yugi. Yami smirked, watching as Yugi used his unbelievably cuteness to get Malik worked up, so that Malik would undoubtedly lose. Of course.
"I pick." Malik muttered to himself, looking for a song. Finally, he found a song that sounded cool. Having never played the game before, he didn't care about any of the information on the screen. It barely even registered.
"Are you sure you want to pick this song?" Yugi asked, smiling sweetly. He closed his eyes, and tilted his head to the side, ending up looking so adorable that even a rampaging murderer would have stopped to say 'awwww' and pat him on the spiky haired head.
"Of course I'm sure!" Malik replied quickly, forcing himself not to look at Yugi. 'Stupid kid with stupid 'cuteness' powers.'
A few seconds later, everyone's jaw dropped as Yugi began hitting the arrows faster than most of them could follow, and Malik looked blankly at the screen.
The song Malik had selected was Paranoia Survivor Max. He had picked it because he thought it sounded weird, and slightly insane-like. It suited his personality, but that was all. The speed, and the sudden slowing down, messed him up even when he began to hit a few arrows.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Malik, the song ended. Yugi brushed back his bangs and smiled again at Malik. "You should have looked first at the song information," he said sincerely. "That was a ten foot song, which means it's one of the hardest songs in the game. I'm sorry you picked it. Good game."
Malik said nothing, but turned away. And then suddenly he turned back. And pulled out the millennium rod. And stabbed the DDR machine several times. After a few sparks were emitted, and the machine stopped smoking, Malik smirked. "Finally."
Everyone else didn't even bother to blink, because by now they expected it from Malik. And like Seto said, "That's why I got several machines."
Without bothering to clear the first one aside (much to the dismay of the manager, of course, who was now sighing, realizing there was simply nothing he could do about this group. That, and Seto WAS paying him enough that he could retire and move to Oregon. Why Oregon? Because Florida was overcrowded with plenty of people was it was.)
So the next machine was set up, and this time, Bakura and Ryou stepped up to the machine. Ryou knew that although he possessed much of the same cuteness as Yugi, he couldn't use that to his advantage as well as Yugi could. But still, he smiled sweetly at Bakura. "Go ahead, pick the song."
"I would have anyway," replied Bakura. It wasn't a mean comment, it was simply a statement. Ryou smiled again. Bakura took a moment to learn from Malik's mistake, and looked at how hard the song was before starting. He, however, was also on heavy mode.
So he picked a song that looked fairly easy.
"Are you ready?" The machine asked. The song began.
Bakura was a good learner. He picked up on the game right away, hitting all of the arrows easily, even when there were two at a time.
"How'd he get so good?" fumed Malik.
"I'm just good, that's why," Bakura said, smirking.
Mokuba whispered something into Yugi's ear. Yugi smiled, and nodded. No one noticed.
Suddenly, the song sped up, and Bakura was forced to grab onto the bar to finish the song, but he still managed to finish it.
"Wow, I'm impressed," Ryou said, sincerely. " 'A' is a pretty tough song."
Since Bakura didn't fail the first song, they got to play another song. This time, Bakura was feeling pretty confident. He selected a song that had an exotic feel to it. Exotic Ethnic.
Ryou, who played with Yugi every now and then was not as good as the shorter boy. He had a bit of trouble with the song. And Bakura was doing fairly well, for his first time. (Author Note: Please don't ask how anyone can do Heavy Level for their first time. We'll just assume that Bakura really is just that good).
Bakura smirked. The final scores came on the screen. He had beaten Ryou by just a couple hundred points.
"Good job," sighed Ryou, hugging his yami. "I'm proud of you."
Bakura glared at Ryou because of the hug, but he was happy he won. "I always win."
"If I had been playing against you, you would have lost!" Malik said.
"Only in your dreams," replied Bakura, smirking.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Mine and Seto's turn now!" Mokuba said loudly, before there could be a fight between Malik and Bakura. The two of them glared at each other, but then finally looked away and sat down on the ground, turning their heads away from each other.
"Big brother," Mokuba said, "Of course you get to choose the song." Mokuba knew for a fact he couldn't win against his brother. But he had a plan. It was a devious plan. It involved Yugi. Of course, how could a plan using Yugi be devious? Well, you're just about to find out.
Yugi made his way to the machine, and smiled at Seto. "May I choose a song for you guys?"
"Of course not," Seto replied. He didn't even glance at Yugi.
'Meh, my amazing plan did not work!' Mokuba thought sadly to himself. 'I was, of course, going to use Yugi's cuteness against my big brother, but that did not work. Well, crap.'
So, Seto choose a song. Trip Machine, to be exact. It was a fairly hard song, and Mokuba knew he was in trouble.
And the sad thing was, it gave Seto great pride to win this time. (Because, although he would never let anyone know, and deny it until his death, Mokuba had beaten Seto in every other game they played, including Duel Monsters.)
"I am sorry to fail you," Yugi said, sadly. It made the entire room feel gloomy, just because he was sad.
"It is not your fault," Mokuba said. Yugi smiled, and suddenly the room was happy again.
It was kind of scary.
But while that was happening, Bakura was getting ready to go up against Yami.
"I shall, of course, win." Yami said seriously.
"You'll do no such thing," Bakura replied, just as seriously.
"Are you ready?" Yami said without hesitation.
"Yes, I am."
The two stood poised, facing each other, and then, with lightning fast speed, moved their hands, until they were once again still.
"Scissors."
"Rock."
Yami smirked. "Rock beats scissors, I win, I get to pick the song."
"All that just to pick a song," muttered Mokuba in awe.
Yami searched through the songs for awhile before picking a good song with a strong pulsing beat, R3. It wasn't too hard.
Bakura took the time to smirk again. "I'll so win."
"You wish."
The song began, and they played, matching each other arrow for arrow. In fact, it got so boring that Yugi and the others decided to go get some cake while they waited. And Bakura and Yami played song after song; going through many songs, from Paranoia Evil to Butterfly, to Afronova (which Malik perked up at, as the song was cool to him) and Kakumei (which Ryou liked a lot).
Well, actually, they were going to try to get some cake.
But it kinda turns out that the squirrel drinking the pop at the beginning of the day had decided to get some friends. And these squirrels were kinda devouring the ($452.53 chocolate with vanilla frosting and green gourmet sprinkles) up.
Malik blinked. Yugi blinked. Ryou blinked. Mokuba blinked. Seto even blinked.
But the squirrels didn't disappear.
"Um."
"Let's just go back, shall we?" said Ryou finally.
"Um, yeah, I wanna see what song they're playing now," Yugi said, "It sounds adorable." (at this point, Bakura and Yami were even playing annoying cute songs like Pink Dinosaur.)
"Yeah."
They went back to where the DDR machines were. And didn't say anything for a long time, as they were way too disturbed.
"Hey, Seto, what IS the great prize anyway?" Mokuba asked Seto again.
"It's a surprise," Seto replied immediately.
"Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me!" Mokuba asked over and over again.
"Fine, fine," Seto scowled. Mokuba could keep that up all day if he wanted. Seto knew from experience. ("But Seto, you promised you'd get me ice cream. You promised you promised you promised!" all day until Seto finally went buy Mokuba a chocolate ice cream bar.)
"The secret prize, was, of course, a trip to KaibaLand. For FREE."
Everyone blinked yet again.
"You're kidding, right, Seto?" Mokuba finally asked in a small voice.
"Of course not!" Seto said. To him, KaibaLand was the greatest place in the world, certainly.
Mokuba sighed.
And so, finally, when Bakura and Yami passed out from playing too much DDR, everyone decided the prize was not worth it and headed back to the limo, to begin the journey home. Yugi had had a good birthday party though, and he was happy. That made Mokuba happy too, which in turn made Seto happy. Since Yugi was happy, Ryou was happy. And Yami and Bakura were passed out, so they didn't count.
But what really made it worth it, decided Mokuba, when he looked back on it, days from now, was that out of the corner of his eye, as he glanced back at the Chuck. E. Cheese's one last time, he saw the squirrels all climb up onto trees, and simultaneously, salute him, and everyone else.
~THE END.
Mwa ha ha ha ha *cry* That ending sucked, don't you think????
Well, that's all for now!
Oh, and I'm not sure if there is a basement at the game store Yugi's grandpa runs, but there is now! ^^
~~~
Of course, everyone crowded around Seto, who was now talking to and paying the FedEx men. Thanks to the fairly generous tips Seto gave them, they probably wouldn't need to work for a few months. After they unpacked what they bought, collected their money and left, Seto smiled serenely.
"We might not have any more games to have our contest with," Seto began, and was cut off by the manager.
"You can say that again!"
Seto glared at the manager, and then continued on, "So we will finish our contest by getting rid of all our tickets - they no longer matter now -"
This time Bakura interrupted Seto. "You're only saying that because you have none! You did this all on purpose, didn't you?" he said, scowling.
"It's not like I paid you guys to destroy the machines," Seto replied airily, scaring the crap out of everyone. Yugi had to wonder what had put Seto in such a good mood.
"So then, um," Ryou finally asked, "What are we doing now instead?"
Seto grinned triumphantly. "We are going to have a competition." He indicated the machines covered by curtains, which he pulled away, revealing three shiny, brand new, Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) machines. Everyone else blinked several times in shock. "We're going to compete in DDR."
For a full three and a quarter minutes, no one could say anything. They all looked at Seto like he was wearing a lime green t-shirt, and nothing else. It just seemed so not like Seto to bring up this arcade game as the final competition between them all.
Amusingly enough, it was Yugi who finally broke the silence. "Seto, thanks! I think this is an awesome idea! I love this game!"
Everyone, of course, now turned to Yugi, who continued, "Since grandfather has the game shop, he has one of these machines in the basement. I play it every now and then. . . . I'm not that good, but I'm ok . . . and I think this will be fun!"
And then Ryou spoke up as well, "I've seen this game a few times too." He smiled softly. Bakura rolled his eyes with Malik, and Malik decided to voice their opinion of the game.
"I think I could beat you all at this blindfolded with my hands tied to my ankles," said Malik confidently. Bakura nodded to show his agreement. They both had never played the game before, let alone even heard about it.
Mokuba had nothing to say about it, so Seto spoke up again. "Anyhow. We'll draw names to see who goes against each other in a simple elimination competition."
"What does the winner get?" Bakura demanded immediately.
"The special prize, of course," Seto responded just as quickly.
"In other words," Mokuba whispered loudly, "Seto has no clue what he's going to give out as a prize so you just have to put up with him for now, and if you win you can probably demand anything you want from him."
"Oh."
"Mokuba! That is not true!" A scowl accompanied Seto's face.
"It isn't?" Mokuba replied, a hint of teasing in his voice, "Then what is the special prize you speak so highly about?"
"It's a secret," answered Seto, his tone taking on a slightly defensive note. This tone of voice was only heard from Seto in situations like this, when Mokuba had the upper hand.
"Fine, fine," Mokuba backed down, for now. He was interested to play the game.
Seto made a show of pulling out a hat from out of nowhere (really, it was on the table behind him, but that table didn't exist either.) with little slips of paper in it. "Everyone, pick a name. If you pick yourself, pick again, of course." He paused. "Actually, in this case, it doesn't matter, so don't worry."
Everyone picked a name. Nobody got their own name, so at least that didn't confuse them. So they stood, patiently, waiting for Seto to explain how this was going to work. Obviously they couldn't just play against the persons name they drew, because what was the chance of them all getting corresponding names? Finally, Seto noticed their confusion, and explained "Now, just write down the name you have on this chart, in any order. Just do it in a line."
He produced a piece of paper, once again, out of nowhere. Really. Well, in any case, everyone wrote down the names they held in their hands.
"Ah! Me against Yugi!" Malik crowed happily, "Guess who's going to kick -"
"And I'm against Ryou," Bakura said, cutting Malik off. It was, after all, a PG rated fic, and -
"And I'm against Seto," Mokuba smirked, efficiently cutting off the breaking of the fourth wall that was taking place.
Yami blinked. "I'm against myself?" He paused, then noticed, "Oh, I'm lucky, I get to go straight against whoever wins between Bakura and Ryou."
"Lucky bastard," muttered Malik.
"PG, PG," Yugi muttered in reply. Nobody commented. And the game began. (Mostly because if they waited too long, they'd never get any cake!)
So, first, Yugi and Malik got up on the DDR machine. Malik was confident as ever, and Yugi was smiling his innocent smile. "You can pick the song," Yugi said, smiling up at Malik. Malik had to look away, lest he be taken in by the innocence of Yugi. That would undoubtedly break his concentration, and he needed that to win. Of course.
"Fine, I will."
The game started, and both of them selected heavy as their mood for playing. "Have you ever played before, Malik-chan?" Yugi asked adorably.
'The little brat is certainly trying to ruin my concentration with all his cuteness!' Malik scowled to himself. "I'll be fine." He said.
"Ok," smiled Yugi. Yami smirked, watching as Yugi used his unbelievably cuteness to get Malik worked up, so that Malik would undoubtedly lose. Of course.
"I pick." Malik muttered to himself, looking for a song. Finally, he found a song that sounded cool. Having never played the game before, he didn't care about any of the information on the screen. It barely even registered.
"Are you sure you want to pick this song?" Yugi asked, smiling sweetly. He closed his eyes, and tilted his head to the side, ending up looking so adorable that even a rampaging murderer would have stopped to say 'awwww' and pat him on the spiky haired head.
"Of course I'm sure!" Malik replied quickly, forcing himself not to look at Yugi. 'Stupid kid with stupid 'cuteness' powers.'
A few seconds later, everyone's jaw dropped as Yugi began hitting the arrows faster than most of them could follow, and Malik looked blankly at the screen.
The song Malik had selected was Paranoia Survivor Max. He had picked it because he thought it sounded weird, and slightly insane-like. It suited his personality, but that was all. The speed, and the sudden slowing down, messed him up even when he began to hit a few arrows.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Malik, the song ended. Yugi brushed back his bangs and smiled again at Malik. "You should have looked first at the song information," he said sincerely. "That was a ten foot song, which means it's one of the hardest songs in the game. I'm sorry you picked it. Good game."
Malik said nothing, but turned away. And then suddenly he turned back. And pulled out the millennium rod. And stabbed the DDR machine several times. After a few sparks were emitted, and the machine stopped smoking, Malik smirked. "Finally."
Everyone else didn't even bother to blink, because by now they expected it from Malik. And like Seto said, "That's why I got several machines."
Without bothering to clear the first one aside (much to the dismay of the manager, of course, who was now sighing, realizing there was simply nothing he could do about this group. That, and Seto WAS paying him enough that he could retire and move to Oregon. Why Oregon? Because Florida was overcrowded with plenty of people was it was.)
So the next machine was set up, and this time, Bakura and Ryou stepped up to the machine. Ryou knew that although he possessed much of the same cuteness as Yugi, he couldn't use that to his advantage as well as Yugi could. But still, he smiled sweetly at Bakura. "Go ahead, pick the song."
"I would have anyway," replied Bakura. It wasn't a mean comment, it was simply a statement. Ryou smiled again. Bakura took a moment to learn from Malik's mistake, and looked at how hard the song was before starting. He, however, was also on heavy mode.
So he picked a song that looked fairly easy.
"Are you ready?" The machine asked. The song began.
Bakura was a good learner. He picked up on the game right away, hitting all of the arrows easily, even when there were two at a time.
"How'd he get so good?" fumed Malik.
"I'm just good, that's why," Bakura said, smirking.
Mokuba whispered something into Yugi's ear. Yugi smiled, and nodded. No one noticed.
Suddenly, the song sped up, and Bakura was forced to grab onto the bar to finish the song, but he still managed to finish it.
"Wow, I'm impressed," Ryou said, sincerely. " 'A' is a pretty tough song."
Since Bakura didn't fail the first song, they got to play another song. This time, Bakura was feeling pretty confident. He selected a song that had an exotic feel to it. Exotic Ethnic.
Ryou, who played with Yugi every now and then was not as good as the shorter boy. He had a bit of trouble with the song. And Bakura was doing fairly well, for his first time. (Author Note: Please don't ask how anyone can do Heavy Level for their first time. We'll just assume that Bakura really is just that good).
Bakura smirked. The final scores came on the screen. He had beaten Ryou by just a couple hundred points.
"Good job," sighed Ryou, hugging his yami. "I'm proud of you."
Bakura glared at Ryou because of the hug, but he was happy he won. "I always win."
"If I had been playing against you, you would have lost!" Malik said.
"Only in your dreams," replied Bakura, smirking.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Mine and Seto's turn now!" Mokuba said loudly, before there could be a fight between Malik and Bakura. The two of them glared at each other, but then finally looked away and sat down on the ground, turning their heads away from each other.
"Big brother," Mokuba said, "Of course you get to choose the song." Mokuba knew for a fact he couldn't win against his brother. But he had a plan. It was a devious plan. It involved Yugi. Of course, how could a plan using Yugi be devious? Well, you're just about to find out.
Yugi made his way to the machine, and smiled at Seto. "May I choose a song for you guys?"
"Of course not," Seto replied. He didn't even glance at Yugi.
'Meh, my amazing plan did not work!' Mokuba thought sadly to himself. 'I was, of course, going to use Yugi's cuteness against my big brother, but that did not work. Well, crap.'
So, Seto choose a song. Trip Machine, to be exact. It was a fairly hard song, and Mokuba knew he was in trouble.
And the sad thing was, it gave Seto great pride to win this time. (Because, although he would never let anyone know, and deny it until his death, Mokuba had beaten Seto in every other game they played, including Duel Monsters.)
"I am sorry to fail you," Yugi said, sadly. It made the entire room feel gloomy, just because he was sad.
"It is not your fault," Mokuba said. Yugi smiled, and suddenly the room was happy again.
It was kind of scary.
But while that was happening, Bakura was getting ready to go up against Yami.
"I shall, of course, win." Yami said seriously.
"You'll do no such thing," Bakura replied, just as seriously.
"Are you ready?" Yami said without hesitation.
"Yes, I am."
The two stood poised, facing each other, and then, with lightning fast speed, moved their hands, until they were once again still.
"Scissors."
"Rock."
Yami smirked. "Rock beats scissors, I win, I get to pick the song."
"All that just to pick a song," muttered Mokuba in awe.
Yami searched through the songs for awhile before picking a good song with a strong pulsing beat, R3. It wasn't too hard.
Bakura took the time to smirk again. "I'll so win."
"You wish."
The song began, and they played, matching each other arrow for arrow. In fact, it got so boring that Yugi and the others decided to go get some cake while they waited. And Bakura and Yami played song after song; going through many songs, from Paranoia Evil to Butterfly, to Afronova (which Malik perked up at, as the song was cool to him) and Kakumei (which Ryou liked a lot).
Well, actually, they were going to try to get some cake.
But it kinda turns out that the squirrel drinking the pop at the beginning of the day had decided to get some friends. And these squirrels were kinda devouring the ($452.53 chocolate with vanilla frosting and green gourmet sprinkles) up.
Malik blinked. Yugi blinked. Ryou blinked. Mokuba blinked. Seto even blinked.
But the squirrels didn't disappear.
"Um."
"Let's just go back, shall we?" said Ryou finally.
"Um, yeah, I wanna see what song they're playing now," Yugi said, "It sounds adorable." (at this point, Bakura and Yami were even playing annoying cute songs like Pink Dinosaur.)
"Yeah."
They went back to where the DDR machines were. And didn't say anything for a long time, as they were way too disturbed.
"Hey, Seto, what IS the great prize anyway?" Mokuba asked Seto again.
"It's a surprise," Seto replied immediately.
"Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me!" Mokuba asked over and over again.
"Fine, fine," Seto scowled. Mokuba could keep that up all day if he wanted. Seto knew from experience. ("But Seto, you promised you'd get me ice cream. You promised you promised you promised!" all day until Seto finally went buy Mokuba a chocolate ice cream bar.)
"The secret prize, was, of course, a trip to KaibaLand. For FREE."
Everyone blinked yet again.
"You're kidding, right, Seto?" Mokuba finally asked in a small voice.
"Of course not!" Seto said. To him, KaibaLand was the greatest place in the world, certainly.
Mokuba sighed.
And so, finally, when Bakura and Yami passed out from playing too much DDR, everyone decided the prize was not worth it and headed back to the limo, to begin the journey home. Yugi had had a good birthday party though, and he was happy. That made Mokuba happy too, which in turn made Seto happy. Since Yugi was happy, Ryou was happy. And Yami and Bakura were passed out, so they didn't count.
But what really made it worth it, decided Mokuba, when he looked back on it, days from now, was that out of the corner of his eye, as he glanced back at the Chuck. E. Cheese's one last time, he saw the squirrels all climb up onto trees, and simultaneously, salute him, and everyone else.
~THE END.
Mwa ha ha ha ha *cry* That ending sucked, don't you think????
Well, that's all for now!