Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and I defiantly don't own Canada. (But I now live there.) Or The NeverLand Ranch,for that matter.
Thanks to all those who supported me throughout the story, special thanks to LeDiva, who has reviewed almost every chapter! I want to say hi to all my friends at my school, Bishop Scalabrini Catholic School, 8th grade class of 2005. You Guys rock! Is anyone reading this?
.:Chapter Start:.
Alister and Valon had given up on cleaning the kitchen. They sat at the small table on the other side of the room while the cake baked, or should I say while the cake was burnt. Valon had set the oven three hundred degrees too high. After about two minutes of waiting, Alister went over to the oven, to check on the cake, mainly because he was bored of watching Valon play with the rubber band he had found in his pocket, and he didn't want to be Valon's target for rubber band shooting.
He bent down and peered through the oven window at the cake. Both of the cake pans were in the oven. Both of which now contained flaming cake. Alister gasped in horror." Get over here and help me!" he shouted. He attempted to pull the cake pans out of the oven. (Using an oven mitt, of course.) He threw the pans, flaming cake and all, on to the counter. Valon used a fire extinguisher on both the cakes.
Alister looked from the smoldering cake pans, to Valon, then back to the smoldering cake pans. The cake's layers were now 1/8 their original size. "Well, I guess they could pass as chocolate cake." Said Valon, staring at the cake pans. "I've seen chiefs light food on fire on purpose." Alister smacked him on the forehead. "That's COOKING not BAKING! Things on fire in baking are very, very bad." Valon shrugged. "Well, at least we know it's cooked all the way through. Alister stuck a toothpick into the center of the cake. The inside was still gooey. (A/N: There're Geniuses! Not even I can burn AND under cook something at the same time!)
Alister and Valon did the best they could to ice the cake. Valon made it extremely difficult by eating almost all the icing. It was a good thing that the cake was so small, otherwise it wouldn't have worked. Iced, the cake looked half-decent. (It's still Fatal to your eat, though.) They were ready to present Master Dartz with his Birthday cake (If it was even his birthday.)
They followed the maze of passageways back the way they came. Soon enough, they were back in Master Dartz's conference room. They set the cake on the desk in front of him and waited for his response. Dartz looked at the cake in all its glory. He pushed it off his desk and into a waiting trashcan. " I saw you make that cake." He said with a cold smile and a cruel stare. Valon and Alister looked at each other. They both had one thought on their minds, " We're dead." Dartz continued; "and as a punishment for your treachery, I'm sending you to somewhere far worse than the shadow realm, I'm sending you to The NeverLand Ranch for the weekend." Valon and Alister screamed one final word in horror before Dartz opened a portal to their doom; "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
The End!
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