Bijoux: we don't own Yugioh, if we did the studio would be on fire right now.

Episode 4...Diary Jerk…

Gozaburo and Noah: (Sitting in lounge room of their mansion. Gozaburo: Reading news paper whilst wearing his reading glasses and smoking his pipe, which apparently blows bubbles. Noah: Playing game boy.)

Noah: Father! Some one has been playing my game boy while eating greasy potato chips!! (Cough) Father (Cough)…

Gozaburo: (Puts paper down, takes off glasses and takes out pipe. Does important person pose with leg crossed over the other) Son there comes a time in life when a father, aimlessly to your minds, raids a boys room…and when that time comes you can only expect that your extra grease chips and your spotlessly, smooth and clean game boys are the main attraction and target… (Get's up) Now if you'll excuse me…I think I left my trick or treat Halloween candy in the oven…

Noah: But father I was the only one who went trick or treating this year…and my candy is in my room…

Gozaburo: Oh…this candy it from last year…and I assure you it's mine…I wouldn't steal candy from my own son…I'm not a soulless monster…(chuckles to self. Eventually and fortunately leaves.)…

Noah: Oh, okay father… (Goes back to game)

Gozaburo: (Disappears around corner) Heh…children…so naïve… (Starts to laugh as he turns the door knob into Noah's room. Strolls in and begins to raid Noah's variety of all personal, useless and daily belongings. Begins to eat candy bar from a sack labeled Noah's Halloween candy. Starts to read a passage out of Noah's personal diary which has somehow been unlocked by Gozaburo. Begins to read aloud in a sissy tone. (Noah was angry/upset and possibly crying when he wrote this) Dear diary…father is so fat... (Spits little bits of spit soaked chocolate out of his mouth as he reads)…why can't he go on a diet or something…I hate him!!! He just so embarrassing! When he picks me up from school in the afternoon he comes in his beaten up old jeep, only wearing a pair of worn out stubby shorts…If I'm lucky he'll arrive wearing a tattered singlet…that has yellow stains on it! The kids poke and make fun of ME because he's so un-dignified…sometimes he arrives with all different varieties of food crap in his facial hair...and yes that includes his eyebrows!!!! Maybe someday he'll learn to be civilized!!! (Back to normal tone ect…) Heh…what a jerk of a father this guy is...glad this isn't what my boy thinks of me!!! (Chuckles. Takes another bit out of bar formerly known as Noah's chocolate.) Heh…hope I never turn out like that…(starts to laugh really loud)…Well…I'm gonna go raid the fridge. (Drops candy bar wrapper on the diary and get's up to raid the fridge)…

Noah: (arrives about 5 minutes later at room. Walks in and realizes that his room has been half sabotaged by Gozaburo) Oh no!! Father has been in my room! I hope he didn't read my diary again…(spots diary lying on bed with the candy wrapper on top of it) Oh no…(picks up diary and flips though the pages. Comes to a halt at the page Gozaburo had read. Chocolate bits had been splattered on the page) FAAAAAATHEEEEEEEEER!!!! (Runs out room and into the kitchen)…I hope he's not mad at me…

Gozaburo: (sitting at table eating/drinking a carton of vanilla custard. Custard has been spattered down his front).

Noah: Father… (Walks up to Gozaburo)

Gozaburo: Want some son…? (Shoves carton under Noah's nose. Gozaburo appears to have custard in his hair and around his mouth near his beard and mustache)

Noah: Um…no… (Moves away from the carton) Father have you been reading my diary…again…?

Gozaburo:….err…. 'oh no…he knows the truth…' nooo…what gave you that idea…?

Noah: (Shoves the page full of chocolate in Gozaburo's face)

Gozaburo: oh would you look at the time…I have to go clean my room…Here son I'll clean that for you while I'm there…(takes diary away from Noah. Later arrives back in Noah's room raiding the stuff again.)

Noah: (comes into his room) FATHER!!!

Gozaburo: I didn't do it!! Throws last years diary out the window and whimpers) Don't look at me!! Don't look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! (Tries to cover self up- as he's naked or something-with another diary. Soon get's up and runs out the door screaming and carrying on as usual)

End…

Bijoux: Err...yeah...please review...or you'll wake up in the middle of the night to sound of a tracter in your bedroom heading for your bed...

Corad: You don'town a tracter and you never will...

Bijoux: Lousy..little no good...thing...

Corad: And besides,I'd like to see you get a tracter inside the front and bedroom door for that matter....a mower might fit though....but.....

Bijoux: That is just soniaveof you Corad...I'll just take half the wall with me...

Corad: Yeah right, stenchinator. I'll believe it whenI see it.

Bijoux: Fine, I will (Runs outside and hijacks next door neighbors Tracter. Drives through living room wall)

Corad: Ok....well, read and review.....or I'll startcomplaining thatno one likes me again....