Disclaimer: See chapter 3. If you don't like that, see chapter 2. And if THAT doesn't satisfy you, see chapter 1.

Chapter 4: Tomorrow's Another Day

Joey opened his eyes to the ceiling of his room, which was a nice improvement from the rug. He sat up and automatically looked over at his clock, which read 11 A.M. Nodding to himself, he silently got out of bed and dressed. He didn't speak a word, but instead ran through in his mind what he was going to say to his friends when he saw them. His eyes fell upon his trusty mini paintball gun, and a small smirk escaped him as he reached for it. 'Heck, if worse comes tah worse and I can't express my feelings wit' words, then I'll go wit'out dem,' He thought maniacally.

Tucking the mini weapon into a pocket of his pants, he looked at himself in the mirror and set his face into an "I'm really pissed off wit' ya" glare. Satisfied with the effectiveness of his glare, he stepped out of his house, ready to face the returned crowds and his backstabbing friends.

Only to find that the streets were empty.

Joey's jaw dropped, and his scary glare evaporated.

"WHAT DA HELL?!" He exclaimed to the deserted streets, "EVERYONE SHOULD BE BACK BY NOW, DEY DON'T HAVE SLEEPIN' QUARTERS AT DAT PARK!! And after all dat work I did tah put on my scary glare..." He rushed back downtown and skidded to a halt in front of the TV store, panting for breath. "Stupid TV, ya BETTER tell mewhat's goin' on!" The blonde threatened the inanimate object. And, as if the television sets bended to his will, the somehow perpetually happy news reporter appeared on the many, many screens.

"Hello! This is Mina Sagnoi reporting from the Super-Duper-Fun-Fun Water Park that every kid dreams about and, strangely enough, doesn't have a specific name! Well, it appears that everyone that came here yesterday is STILL here! Now why is that, you may ask? Apparently, someone who works here at the park discovered that one of the several thousand park-attendees had an extremely contagious and serious disease. So, in order to provide the safety of other potential park-attendees and to keep the disease from spreading to other regions, the park has been officially quarantined! Yep, that's right, quarantined! No one can enter or exit the park until every single person has been checked, and the confirmed infected person has been completely cured. I talked with the manager via a radio transmitter, and he told me that this process could take several weeks...but not to worry, though! Food, clothing, shelter, etc., will be provided to the people within the park. But, still, you can't help but feel sorry for the poor thousands of park-attendees trapped within the park, who have jobs to return to and, not to mention, a new lack of privacy now that they all have to remain stuck with each other for weeks on end! Gee, I sure hope that cute little dachshund is okay! Now, we'll have Tim Chang reporting with the weather after the following commercial break," Mina Sagnoi reported, and then a commercial about the proper finishing of wooden doors popped up, declaring the effectiveness of PineSmooth™ Door Finishing Formula.

Joey stood silently for a moment, and then blinked. Suddenly, he burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"You mean t-tah tell me dat -AHAHAHAHAHAHA!- I'm gonna be stuck here for WEEKS wit'out anyone but a hobo and-and-AHAHAHAHA!-KAIBA tah talk to?!? Dat's-Dat's-AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

The teen continued to laugh like an insane hyena, which concerned Ned, who looked over at Joey and nervously asked, "Hey, kid, are you going to be okay?" The hysterical blonde slowly tried to win back his sanity, and took in shaky breaths.

"Yeah, I think I'll be alright, Ned. Just a bit shocked I think," The chestnut-eyed teen reassured the hobo.

"Well, if you're sure, kid, then-ahem-ONE DAY, THE DUST BUNNY KING WILL COME TO OVERTAKE OUR WORLD! WE MUST PREPARE!! WE MUST PREPARE FOR THE DUST BUNNY INVASION!!!" Declared Ned the Friendly Neighborhood Hobo Who Preaches Nonsense at Passerby.

Joey chuckled somewhat at the peculiar hobo's antics, and then frowned at the TV sets, which now featured Tim Chang the Weatherman. "Well, I guess my Lady Luck has decided tah dish out my revenge for me," A small grin crossed his face, "She's never let me down before. Well, gang, dis is what ya get when ya betray Joseph Wheeler." He solemnly walked off in the direction he had taken yesterday, because there was still some business that needed to be taken care of. Ned's rant of dust bunnies followed after him.

(a/c: Aahh..the perfect anti-climax)