* * *
Joey sighed frustratingly as he tossed the crumpled newspaper on to the floor. "It's hopeless!" he muttered, clenching his teeth in fury. "There's no way I'm gonna get my hands on Kung-Fu Mutant Ninja Battle III!"
"You mean 'we'," corrected Tristan as he picked up the fallen paper." You promised that me, you, and Yugi would split it." He glanced at the wrinkled document and he ironed out the several wrinkles with his hands.
"Yeah, yeah. All I'm saying is, we're never gonna get the bucks to get it. All together, we've got thirteen dollars and sixty-nine cents. It's a long way to go." Joey scuffed his shoe at the ground in dismay.
Tristan frowned. "It would've been twenty-nine sixty-four; but you just HAD to blow more than half our savings at that stupid arcade!"
Joey threw a glare at him. "Don't put all the blame on me! Remember; you had five rounds of Galaxy Adventure and those nachos with extra chili!"
They glowered at each other.
Yugi, the peacemaker; broke his long silence. "No fighting, guys. I'm sure we'll figure out some way to make some money," he assured them as he pulled them apart.
Tristan pursed his lips, but said no more to Joey as he scanned the crinkled paper studiously. "Hmm . . . There's an opening for s library clerk."
Raised brows were exchanged. "Ehh . . Let's put it on the 'no' pile," Joey replied. "Libraries are too quiet."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Joey; so far all the jobs are too wild, too boring, too easy, or too hard! You have to make up your . . ." His voice trailed off as his eyes landed on a clipping. He snapped his fingers. "I've got it!"
"What?"
He smiled. "One word. Babysitter!"
"Wait . . . That's two words; right?" Joey pondered. "Baby-sitter . . . It has a hyphen. It's two words."
"It's the same both ways around," Yugi said.
Joey contemplated some more. "Hmm . . . I'll look it up."
"Didn't you listen?" Yugi asked, irked. "We might get a babysitting job!"
"BABYSITTING?!" Joey exploded. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SO?"
Tristan and Yugi looked up at the ceiling in pure exasperation. Joey looked up too. He couldn't figure put why they were staring at paint bubbles on the wall.
When they were done; Joey started on his rants again. "I can't believe you're thinking of looking after some ankle biters!" he griped. "Whaddya think'll happen if Kaiba finds out?! We'll all be branded as girls ! I'm already a dog and that's bad enough!"
Yugi calmed him down. "Now, now, Joey, I'm sure it won't be that terrible . . ." he said soothingly.
Joey choked. "Terrible?! It'll be HORRIBLE!"
Tristan shook his head. "Don't you know how much babysitters are paid? My cousin is swimming in money 'looking after some ankle biters'. Soon; we'll be each having a copy of Mutant Ninja Battle Kung Fu III . . . Battle Ninja Kung Fu Mutant III . . . Whatever!"
Joey rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I knew this would be an awesome idea! But how can we do it by ourselves? What guy would be willing to throw away his reputation to get a few bucks?"
"Well," said Yugi," Didn't you hear Duke complaining about slow business? And how Bakura has nothing to do in the afternoons . . . and Marik . . . Uh; let's just cross him off the list, but my Yami will help us out!"
Yami, who suddenly appeared from the doorway; looked alarmed, "Huh? What? What am I agreeing to?"
Tristan explained what they were doing.
"Oh," said Yami. "Well, okay, I guess." He scratched his head. "Seems like a good idea."
"Perfect!" Yugi said. "So, are we ready to start a babysitting club?"
"YEAH!"
* * *
Bakura hummed a tune as he strode briskly towards the Turtle Game Shop with verve. Joey told him the plans and he immediately agreed. He liked children and it wouldn't hurt to make some extra pocket money on the side. He was worried; however, about his darker side who would be more than likely scaring the kids off. He noticed Duke standing by the door as he approached.
"Oh, hello!" he said cheerily as they both went inside. "I trust Yugi asked you to come for a certain baby-sitting agency?"
"Yeah," Duke replied. "I'm pretty psyched."
He raised a brow. Duke didn't seem like a babysitter kind of person. "Why?"
"Hel-lo? Cute older sisters?" Duke grinned as they sat down.
Bakura laughed. "Right."
A sudden creak of the door caused them to look up in complete suprise.
* * *
Marik sneered as he glided through the door, his arms crossed and his Millennium Rod in hand. Odian quietly came by his side with a solemn expression. Yami, Yugi, Joey, and Tristan came from the back room; looking as baffled and bewildered as Duke and Bakura.
"Greetings, fools," he chuckled nastily.
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Joey sighed frustratingly as he tossed the crumpled newspaper on to the floor. "It's hopeless!" he muttered, clenching his teeth in fury. "There's no way I'm gonna get my hands on Kung-Fu Mutant Ninja Battle III!"
"You mean 'we'," corrected Tristan as he picked up the fallen paper." You promised that me, you, and Yugi would split it." He glanced at the wrinkled document and he ironed out the several wrinkles with his hands.
"Yeah, yeah. All I'm saying is, we're never gonna get the bucks to get it. All together, we've got thirteen dollars and sixty-nine cents. It's a long way to go." Joey scuffed his shoe at the ground in dismay.
Tristan frowned. "It would've been twenty-nine sixty-four; but you just HAD to blow more than half our savings at that stupid arcade!"
Joey threw a glare at him. "Don't put all the blame on me! Remember; you had five rounds of Galaxy Adventure and those nachos with extra chili!"
They glowered at each other.
Yugi, the peacemaker; broke his long silence. "No fighting, guys. I'm sure we'll figure out some way to make some money," he assured them as he pulled them apart.
Tristan pursed his lips, but said no more to Joey as he scanned the crinkled paper studiously. "Hmm . . . There's an opening for s library clerk."
Raised brows were exchanged. "Ehh . . Let's put it on the 'no' pile," Joey replied. "Libraries are too quiet."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Joey; so far all the jobs are too wild, too boring, too easy, or too hard! You have to make up your . . ." His voice trailed off as his eyes landed on a clipping. He snapped his fingers. "I've got it!"
"What?"
He smiled. "One word. Babysitter!"
"Wait . . . That's two words; right?" Joey pondered. "Baby-sitter . . . It has a hyphen. It's two words."
"It's the same both ways around," Yugi said.
Joey contemplated some more. "Hmm . . . I'll look it up."
"Didn't you listen?" Yugi asked, irked. "We might get a babysitting job!"
"BABYSITTING?!" Joey exploded. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SO?"
Tristan and Yugi looked up at the ceiling in pure exasperation. Joey looked up too. He couldn't figure put why they were staring at paint bubbles on the wall.
When they were done; Joey started on his rants again. "I can't believe you're thinking of looking after some ankle biters!" he griped. "Whaddya think'll happen if Kaiba finds out?! We'll all be branded as girls ! I'm already a dog and that's bad enough!"
Yugi calmed him down. "Now, now, Joey, I'm sure it won't be that terrible . . ." he said soothingly.
Joey choked. "Terrible?! It'll be HORRIBLE!"
Tristan shook his head. "Don't you know how much babysitters are paid? My cousin is swimming in money 'looking after some ankle biters'. Soon; we'll be each having a copy of Mutant Ninja Battle Kung Fu III . . . Battle Ninja Kung Fu Mutant III . . . Whatever!"
Joey rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I knew this would be an awesome idea! But how can we do it by ourselves? What guy would be willing to throw away his reputation to get a few bucks?"
"Well," said Yugi," Didn't you hear Duke complaining about slow business? And how Bakura has nothing to do in the afternoons . . . and Marik . . . Uh; let's just cross him off the list, but my Yami will help us out!"
Yami, who suddenly appeared from the doorway; looked alarmed, "Huh? What? What am I agreeing to?"
Tristan explained what they were doing.
"Oh," said Yami. "Well, okay, I guess." He scratched his head. "Seems like a good idea."
"Perfect!" Yugi said. "So, are we ready to start a babysitting club?"
"YEAH!"
* * *
Bakura hummed a tune as he strode briskly towards the Turtle Game Shop with verve. Joey told him the plans and he immediately agreed. He liked children and it wouldn't hurt to make some extra pocket money on the side. He was worried; however, about his darker side who would be more than likely scaring the kids off. He noticed Duke standing by the door as he approached.
"Oh, hello!" he said cheerily as they both went inside. "I trust Yugi asked you to come for a certain baby-sitting agency?"
"Yeah," Duke replied. "I'm pretty psyched."
He raised a brow. Duke didn't seem like a babysitter kind of person. "Why?"
"Hel-lo? Cute older sisters?" Duke grinned as they sat down.
Bakura laughed. "Right."
A sudden creak of the door caused them to look up in complete suprise.
* * *
Marik sneered as he glided through the door, his arms crossed and his Millennium Rod in hand. Odian quietly came by his side with a solemn expression. Yami, Yugi, Joey, and Tristan came from the back room; looking as baffled and bewildered as Duke and Bakura.
"Greetings, fools," he chuckled nastily.
* * *
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