Dreams of power

Chapter 4:

Marik and Malik decided the best thing to do first would be to get the designs for the posters and buttons together. So, when they went all over the country they could have them distributed.

"Okay Malik, what does yours look like?"

Malik held it up. It was a picture of him and Marik smiling. "Do you like it?"

"Well, yeah. But where are the words?"

"What words?"

"Well, all the other posters and banners have little sayings."

"It isn't always good to follow the crowd."

"I think we need a slogan."

"Like what?"

"Like, um... Vote for me, I'm black and I'm proud!"

"We're Egyptian. Not black."

"How about... Vote for me and I'll set ya free."

"Free? Free from what? I thought we wanted to enslave the world. Not set them free."

"Oh yeah."

"Well then, what should we use?"

"Something that rhymes with Marik and Malik..."

They thought for a minute, and that minute turned into half an hour.

"OH! How about..." Marik bit his lip. "Go far with Ishtar."

"Hey, that's really good! We should use that one."

"Okay." Marik wrote it down so he wouldn't forget.

"Okay, so what's next?"

"We need a design for the little buttons with us on 'em."

Malik scribbled something down then held it up, "What do you think?"

"I think... you need art lessons."

"Hey!"

"But the idea's really good. We'll use this one."

DING-DONG! Malik got up and opened the door, "Oh, hi Bakura."

"Hey, you two need to turn on the T.V now."

They went into the living room and turned the television on. Marik flipped to the news and saw his and Malik's picture behind the news anchorman. "In other news a new candidate has entered the presidential race. His name is Marik Ishtar. Running mate is Malik Ishtar."

Bakura sat back on the couch, "They've been talking about you two all day."

"They have?" Marik turned the volume up.

"Funny thing about these two, they not really famous but are entering anyway. Never seen anything like this before."

"Yes, Jack. But for one, I'm glad they entered the race."

"Why is that?"

"Finally someone exotic in office. I mean, just look at that tan! He's absolutely delicious."

"Um... okay. Back to you, Tom."

Marik smiled, "Yup, I am delicious."

"She was talking about the both of us, dummy."

Bakura giggled, "I didn't know you two were running for president."

"Yup, Kaiba's sponsoring us."

"Well," he got up, "Ryou and I will vote for you. You'll need all the votes you can get."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing." He went out the front door.

"Well, that was interesting." He turned to Malik, "Come on. We need to get one more thing."

"What is that?"

"Something we can tell the people that we'll do for them to make everything better."

"What will that be?"

"Do I have to think of everything!?"

"...You're president."

"Ugh! Okay, well... What would you like if a president promised you something?"

"I'd like free sandwiches."

"Not everyone likes sandwiches, Malik." He grinned, "Speaking of which. I'd like a sandwich now."

"What?!"

"Yup, you lost the bet. That means you have to do it."

"Oh, fine." He mumbled all the way to the kitchen and soon came back out with a BLT. "Here."

"Thank you! I think better on a full stomach." He took a bite then thought for a minute, "I know!"

"What?"

"We should promise that if we're elected... instead of having trial by jury in the courtrooms, we'll have hangings with no trial."

"..." Malik looked at him, "ARE YOU NUTS?! THEY'LL SEND US TO THE LOONEY FARM IF WE SAY THAT!"

"Well, there's no need to shout." He took another bite of the sandwich, "How about... no fat people out after dark."

"That's a keeper." Malik wrote it down, "Think of another one."

"If you're ugly and you want to go outside, you have to wear a bag over your head."

"You're on a role!" he wrote that one down as well. "Keep going."

"No more Arbor Day. Trees are a waste of time."

"You're great at this president stuff, Marik!"

"Yeah, we're sure to get elected with these promises."

Malik went upstairs then came back down with their guidebook. "Okay, we need to check this." He sat down and opened it to the present page.

"Okay, now that you've gotten everything ready you can go out on the road and impress people with your leadership and charisma. But first you have to make sure you qualify for the three most important rules. Number one, you have to be over thirty-five. Number two, you must have been born in America. And three, you need some sort of degree...like a lawyer or anything else that required college. After that you ready to go out and show what you're made of."

"Marik, those are three big problems."

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly? Were seventeen, we were born in Egypt, and we've never even been to school!"

"We can change our birth certificates. And we can get a degree without stepping foot in a classroom."

"How is that?"

"To the internet!"

They went upstairs and logged on their computer. Marik typed the address for and a black screen appeared. "You'll love this website Malik, it's cool."

"This site has gotten us into trouble before!"

"What trouble?"

"The doll potion, the Opposite Sex Machine, the aphrodisiac spell... Need I go on?!"

"Aw, that wasn't trouble... just unfortunate accidents."

"Ugh."

"Look," he pointed to the screen. "This is what we need. For twenty dollars, this opens the file for our birth certificates and we can change anything we want. And for an extra ten dollars we can change our non- existent school records to really cool jobs. Cool, huh?"

"They sure are cheap."

"I know, so what do you want to be? I'm going to be a judge."

"I judge?! Well... I guess I'll be a lawyer."

"Okay, then." He started typing and soon his was done. "There we go!"

"Neat."

"Well," he got up, "Let's go."

"Go? Go where?"

"We're in a election Malik. We have to go on the road!"

"Oh joy..."