Hello again! Domo arigato for the reviews, as always. And also thanks to the one flamer, who whined and complained about how I whined and complained over 4Kids and dubbed animes. Nice. I'm very sorry if I hit a nerve, but perhaps I didn't state before that this fic is OPTIONAL. Meaning you don't have to continue reading it if you scrolled through the first chapter and think it sucks. And personally, I think that the review boards are there for, if not praise, then constructive and polite criticism, not an excuse for people to rant for about a paragraph on how I suck and so does my fic. You don't have to like it. That's fine. Just don't go raving and throwing a temper tantrum. And I will use one of this flamer's quotes to say, "Go cry a river somewhere else. Not here." Because I will not discontinue or delete this just because one person did not have a pleasurable fic-reading experience. And the next person to flame me in such a childish way will be brutally made fun of by my Spanish teacher. (But seriously, please be more gentle on me, my self-esteem is slim to none and I really don't have the emotional strength for bashing. -_-; )

Now that I've gotten that off my chest...welcome to the 9th chapter of this fic! Woooo! ^o^

Disclaimer: I do not own SK, 4Kids, or any other copyrighted bits of fun!

Chapter 9 - "I'm gonna krill you"-OR-the hippie and the henchmen.

As the last chapter closed, our heroes were chained to the wall of a lair deep inside the rank bowels of the 4Kids empire. But there was still one. Indeed, Rainbow Trout was the only one who wasn't abducted, simply because he had no dub to capture him. However, as MoE Bob's henchmen close in on that loveable little druggie, a single question becomes prominent-WILL HE SURVIVE?? Cue the dramatic music! Dun dun DUUUN..

"Whoa..is this tunnel endless or what, man?" RT muses more to himself than anyone else, not that there was anyone else with him-or so it seemed..

"I dunno, we really never asked the boss." One of the henchmen says as he glides out from the shadows, followed by the other one.

O_O "Y'know there are waaaay too many shadows here, these tunnels need some fluorescent lights or glowsticks or something, 'cuz I didn't see you dudes coming at ALL." a startled hippie chokes as he takes a step back.

"Well.that's sort of the point..with all the shadows, it makes it a heck of a lot easier to pop in and out with no explanation..the shadows are essential.."

"Yeah, but you totally freaked me out, big burly dudes.hey..you wouldn't be working for THE MAN...would you?" he arches an eyebrow.

"The.man? You mean our boss?"

"Hmm.about ye-high? All dark and mysterious? Reeeeally annoying voice?"

"That's the one!"

"I dunno.maybe." ^_^

One of the guards ponders this a moment, then turns to his comrade. "Hey, aren't we supposed to be 'apprehending' this guy?"

Henchman number two shrugs, "Yeah, but he got me all confused and all.."

"I did?" RT butts in.

"Yeah."

"Just checking."

"Huh??" The both turn and stare in even more confusion.

"Yoink!" he pushes past them and hauls ass. "Peace, cronies!"

"AFTER HIM!!" the first lunges forward in pursuit, but the other one lags behind.

"I dunno..is this guy really worth the physical activity??"

"TRUST ME, I'M NOT!" RT calls back.

"YOU STAY OUTTA THIS! NO ONE ASKED YOU!!"

"LISTEN," the first cronie's receding voice echoes, "IS LOSING THIS GUY WORTH THE BOSS KRILLING YOU??"

This brought a horrified shudder to the doubting guard. Anyone who's anyone knows about krilling. You definitely don't want to be krilled. In fact, nine out of ten people (the tenth was a cabbage. This wasn't realized until the survey had closed, so it was too late to disqualify it.) would prefer to be tortured for several months in a low-rate hotel without food, water, or room service and surviving only by eating the faux-wood furniture, dangled by their testes (unless female, where artificial testes were supplied) off the highest story of the Sears tower, danced on by Mexicans (not that theres anything wrong with them. If they were American, it would be just as bad) dipped in batter, baked at 360 degrees, and thrown into a blender set on puree while being lit on fire than to be krilled.

Meanwhile, back where Yoh and co. are..

(Hey, that rhymed! Yoh, co. Get it? Well?? Do ya??? Doyadoyadoyadoyadoyadoyadoyadoya???? Doyado--::gets slapped by Chaos:: ACK!! Chaos: ::to the readers:: You can thank me later.)

"Grrrr.where are those buffoons? They should've finished my task hours ago!" the MoE screeches.

"But its only been ten minutes," Manta weakly protests.

"A-HA! Its THAT kind of free thinking (Manta: "But I was just stating facts..") that will..get you all krilled.." Bob snickers-very evilly-as dramatic music starts out of nowhere. "A-huh??" he scratches his head, "where did that come from?? Oh well..its kinda catchy!" he walks over to a control panel, humming the tune. "Oh yeah. That's good. I mean bad. No, evil. I'm gonna have to go on the evil internet and get the evil CD to this evil music. Evilly." He snickers again, "Yes, it must be done evilly. But back to the task at hand. KRILLING YOU!!" The dramatic music swells. "YES! I LOVE THAT! As soon as you're all krilled, I have GOT to buy that! SO SAYS BOB, MASTER OF EVIL!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!" ^O^

"At least he's a connoisseur," Ren grants, "that's a classic, right there."

"So.what the hell is 'krilling'" Ryu looks uncertainly at the indistinct form of Bob. Or it could be a potted plant. But it was probably Bob. But there was always that chan-no, it just moved. Definitely Bob. Or a ferociously over-fed plant.

While he's thinking this, their bindings suddenly drop off, unfastened, and they're sent sprawling to the floor.

"Huh?? We're free to go??" they look around, vastly perturbed, although there is no exit in sight.

"Oh, I don't think so." Bob pulls a lever-and one hundred pounds of krill drop onto them from a compartment in the ceiling.

All is silent for a long LONG time until Yoh shatters it. "That's it? THAT'S krilling?"

"Why yes, is it not most evil?"

"Nope. Its only irritating. Like you." Anna snidely remarks.

"AAAAHHH THERE'S KRILL IN MY NOSE, THERE'S KRILL IN MY NOSE!! OH GODS GET IT OUT GET IT OUUUUTTTT!!!" T___T

Horo Horo runs around, flailing and screaming.

"Don't do that, you'll only make it worse!" yells Manta.

"So..this is all?" Yoh repeats.

"Oh no. It wouldn't be nearly evil enough if that was all.." He pulls another lever and the floor starts to open up, revealing a DEEP tank of water.

They stare at it, confused. "Um.you gonna try to drown us or something?"

"More like the 'or something', children."

"I AM NOT A CHILD!! I'M OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK AND DRIVE A MOTORCYCLE! Not exactly at the same time-BUT STILL!" Ryu protests.

"Yeah, and those two are engaged." He motions to Anna and Yoh.

"We weren't given a choice!" they both protest.

"And I don't care."

The floor slides all the way into the wall and they are plunged, still covered in krill, into the dark depths. All of them come up, spitting water and krill and gasping for air.

"We're still alive! What now, punk??"

"OH GODS, THE KRILL HAS SEEPED INTO MY BRAAAAAAIIIN!!" _O

"Be QUIET!" Anna clocks him.

@_@ He sinks into the water. "Bluurghblubglug."

Bob just starts laughing sinisterly again. "Ahhh, but you have overlooked one little thing-the krill. The kriiiiill.the kriiiiiiiiiill...the kriiiiiiiiiiiiiii-"

"WE KNOW ABOUT THE STUPID KRILL!!" they yell.

"Just wanted to remind you, that's all. RELEASE THE BLUE WHALES!!" He jabs another button and two long, freakishly huge silhouettes swim out of opened hatch doors about halfway down. (Yes I KNOW whales need air to breathe and can't be kept locked up underwater. But is this meant to be accurate? No. Is this meant to teach you biology? Probably not. Its for fun only.)

"Oh..that will serve as a problem."

And now, back to the hippie.

"Ok, remember the mantra I taught you guys?"

"Peace, love, and tranquility.peace, love, and tranquility.peace, love, and tranquility.."

"Gooood. You have both learned well." ^__^

The two henchmen are seated cross-legged with Rainbow Trout around some burning incense. Their cult-like garbs are be-dazzled with those sew-on patches, leather fringe, and beads. And they have obviously been partaking in the "love" pipe. Very much so.

Henchman number one gazes around at his fellows, "Duuude...its like the universe has been trying to SPEAK to me...and now..I can hear." He closes his eyes in bliss.

"Whoa.that's so deep.."

"Whats it telling you?" RT whispers in a revering awe.

"Its telling me..its telling me...."

"Yes?"

" 'Please insert 25 cents or your call will be disconnected'...anyone got a quarter?"

And so, another chapter comes to a close. Will our heroes find out the true horrors of krilling? Will the love-pipe have a permanent effect on the henchmen? And if so, what will Bob do when they don't return?

Bob: "Cater a party?" ^____^

Shut up.

You'll just have to wait and find out in the next orgasm-inducing episode of..this fic!!

^__^ Read and review, please! Flames will be used to set fire to my geometry and Spanish class.