A/N: I'm back! I bet you thought you were safe from my weird insanity. Well I have returned! MWAHAHAHAHA! (clears throat) Um, anyways thanks to all of you who reviewed. Please note that I included a suggestion from one of you guys so please send in any ideas you may have!

Nintendo Queen: "Brilliant" eh? That makes me feel special. I used your idea- you are the only reviewer who sent one in so thanks a ton! I think it turned out good so I hope you like it!

Sanzo Lover: Ack! Stupid spelling error (smacks forhead). Thanks for pointing it out. The part about Joey thinking the snake was a stick is actually something my friend said once beleive it or not. She was only like3 at the time though.

The Fall of The Angel: Hope you like this disclaimer too! They are really fun to come up with.

Atem's Queen: Here's more randomness for you. Enjoy!

zymethamkrad: Thanks for the review! I think most of the yugioh characters could be insane if you think about it hard enough :)

Sabishi Tomo: Aww, thanks! Personally I liked chapter one better too.

setos-fangirl91: Two reviews from you yay! Lots of people liked the yami part.Thanks for my first plushie from a reviewer ever! (hugs it)

Warning: Probable OOCness and random acts of hilarious insanity ahead! Read at your own peril!

Disclaimer

Me: (looks around warily for insane Yugioh characters) Okay guys, you know the drill. I don't own Yugioh. (Yugi appears out of nowhere) Gah! Not you too!

Yugi: Yup.

Me: Please don't tell me that you've gone nuts too!

Yugi: Sorry, but I just want to finally accept my destiny as the true owner of Yugioh.

Me: Oh, brother.

Yugi: It's true! I mean, just look at the name: YUGI oh! I'm the star! Why shouldn't I own it?

Me: Well, to be brutally honest, your strange alter ego is more of a star than you are. And you're really, really short. With weird hair.

Yugi: Vertically challenged! And why does everyone make fun of my hair? So what if I use like 50 gallons of hair gel to get it right? I'm tired of putting up with it all! Short spiky haired people of the world unite! Rise up with me and we shall rule all!

Me: (Yugi continues ranting and is led away in a straight jacket to join the others.) Oh well. Let's start out with a make fun of Yugi short first.

Yugi: ARRGGHH!

Road Rage… Sort of. Okay, not really but I can't think of a better title right now!

One day as Yugi was driving he noticed that the gas tank was almost empty. So he did what any normal person would do and pulled into the nearest gas station. However, as we all know, Yugi is not a normal person. Therefore what should have been a routine, dull, uneventful trip to the gas station turned into… well, you'll see.

Yugi pulled up to the pump and got out of the car. As soon as he shut the door, he was run into by a very disheveled, wild-eyed random person who was screaming his lungs out. This poor individual was being chased by an even crazier looking guy who was brandishing a rusty chainsaw. The guy with the chainsaw stopped and began to laugh maniacally.

"I have caught you at last pitiful person. You thought you could get away but I have found you. Now you must pay!" He revved the chainsaw and advanced toward the first man, who was lying on the ground begging for mercy.

"Wait a second. What in the world is going on?" Yugi squeaked in terror.

The dude with the chainsaw stopped. "My name is Jerry. I own this station." He pointed to a sign which said JERRY'S GAS STATION in big, bold, underlined all capitalized letters. Yugi looked up (okay, way, way, WAY up) to read the sign. Underneath that sign was another sign that listed the prices. It said:

Regular: an arm

Unleaded: a leg

Premium Plus: firstborn child

Diesel: you don't wanna know… trust me

"This looser won't pay for his tank of gas." Jerry revved the chainsaw again and advanced toward his victim.

"Please have mercy!" the scared man begged. "I can't afford these rates! At these prices I'll never be able to drive my overly extravagant Hummer, which only gets .3 centimeters to the gallon! I won't be able to get to work then I'll get fired and my family will starve! Plus, loosing a limb sounds quite painful and I get squeamish if I see blood."

This was just too much for our little friend. Lights started flashing, theme music started playing and he morphed into his alter ego YAMI YUGI! Needless to say this dramatic change puzzled Jerry and this other dude who apparently doesn't have a name.

"Does it hurt to have your eyes change shape like that?"

"Yeah, and how come your clothes still fit even though you got taller?"

"Silence greedy mortal!" Yami instructed Jerry. "You have oppressed the innocent people of this town for long enough. Now it is you who must pay. MIND CRUSH!" With that, Yami mind crushed Jerry who screamed eerily and fell over, unconscious. Yami then sent the price sign to the shadow realm. Out of nowhere tons of people mobbed Yami, thanking him for what he had done.

The ecstatic mob lifted him onto their shoulders as the pharaoh shouted "Free gas for everyone!" No sooner had the word escaped his lips than the entire area was trampled by giant pink bunny rabbits the size of elephants.

Yugi woke with a start. He had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of his grandfather's car. Grandpa Moto looked over at his grandson, smiling gently. "Glad to see you're awake. Why don't you go grab us a slushie while I fill up the tank."

" 'Kay Gramps" Yugi stumbled sleepily out of the car into the store. Yugi got two extra large cherry slushies. He walked up to the cashier to pay for his food. Just then he noticed the cashier's name tag: JERRY. Yugi gave a rather high pitched scream that sounded like a seven year old girl who has found that her younger brother used her Barbie dolls to play army with, threw the drinks into the air (sending artificially flavored red dyed partially frozen sugar water splattering everywhere) and ran out the door as fast as his shrimpy legs would carry him.

Gymnastics (Idea suggested by Nintendo Queen-yay!)

The unthinkable had happened. Seto Kaiba, CEO extraordinaire, stared at his school schedule in shock. There, amidst Chemistry, Calculus and all the other rigorous classes his brilliant intellect demanded was one class that sent goosebumps down his trench coat covered spine. Last period: Gymnastics.

"Someone had better start apologizing for this mistake," he said in a characteristically icy voice.

"Oh it's no mistake," the cheerful voice of his principal, Mrs. Feinstermaker intoned. She was a petite elderly lady with silvery gray hair pulled back into a neat bun. "In order to graduate you must have at least one unit of physical education. With your demanding schedule Gymnastics was the only class available."

"There's no other class?"

"Nope."

"I'm stuck with Gymnastics. Me, Seto Kaiba. What's wrong with this picture?" His voice was full of sarcasm but apparently Mrs. Feinstermaker didn't pick up on that not so subtle signal.

"Now dear, don't be such a stick in the mud. Look on the bright side!"

"What… bright… side…" Kaiba muttered through tightly clenched teeth.

"Well, for starters, it'll be a great way to meet new people! It's also very good exercise and it's fun!"

"Maybe you're right!" Kaiba said in a very unkaibaish (ie cheerfully optimistic) voice.

"You really think so?"

"No." Now that sounded more in character. Poor Mrs. Feinstermaker looked crushed. She started to sniffle and dab her eyes with a lacy handkerchief.

"Oh what's the use," she moaned. "I just can't reach out to young people. I'm a complete and utter failure!" At these words she burst into loud sobs and buried her face in her hands.

"Fine. I'll go."
Kaiba's terse comment caught his principle off guard. "Y-you mean you'd do that for me?" she sniffed. "You'd do that to make a poor old lady happy?"

"No. I'm doing this because pathetic crying old ladies get on my nerves. And this third rate fic author can't come up with a plausible excuse to get me in there any other way."

"Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers I guess." Mrs. Feinstermaker folded up her lacy handkerchief. "Have a good time dear!"

As much as Kaiba wanted to, he couldn't discover a way to change the laws of nature. Time went on as it always has and always will: nanoseconds turned into milliseconds; milliseconds turned into fully grown seconds; seconds turned into minutes; minutes turned intohours and eventually time for the last class came.

Kaiba had always prided himself on being stalwart, but as his steps took him closer and closer to his doom (aka the gym) he began to feel, well, slightly nervous. As it turned out, his qualms were well grounded. The huge double doors loomed before him. He took a deep breath and pushed them open. Well, actually he tried to push them open. They wouldn't budge. After nearly five minutes of grunting, straining, looking very undignified, and complaining that with all of the money he had put into this sorry excuse for a school they ought to at least get functioning doors; he noticed that a sign on the handle said "pull".

"Well I'm off to a great start," he muttered to himself as he pulled open the doors. They creaked ominously. Inside he saw a room covered in mats with all sorts of torture implements like balance beams, high bars, parallel bars, those ring thingies you do flips on and stuff, and a huge trampoline sitting in the corner. Kaiba began to imagine all of the things he would rather be doing right now, like dueling and working and… oh wait that's all he does! Anyways, he turned his attention to his classmates, who were eyeing him like a shark eyes its prey.

"Oh, great. I'm stuck in a room full of rabid fan girls. Why me!" Of course, once the fangirls realized that this was indeed THE Seto Kaiba, Domino's most eligible CEO, they mobbed him, squealing and hugging and acting, well, like fan girls.

"Attention!" A drill sergeant type of teacher (complete with crew cut) stepped into the room. Immediately all of the girls released their victim and stood stiffly at attention. Kaiba staggered to his feet.

"Ahh, fresh meat." The teacher gleefully rubbed his hands together. "Get to work girls, you know the drill!"

"SIR YES SIR!" The girls immediately began turning themselves into human pretzels. Kaiba just stood there.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A sissy, wussy, little boy taking gymnastics class."

Kaiba was too shocked to say anything.

"Alright, drop and give me 20, pansy!"

Since this is a fanfic and anything can happen on the whim of an insane authoress like me, Kaiba did what he was told. The next hour and a half was spent doing all sorts of grueling, horrible, torturous physical activity. Let your imagination run wild. By the time the bell finally rang our hero was a sweaty, disheveled mess. (Imagine running five miles in a gravity-defying trench coat while being chased by rabid fangirls. You would be too!)

Kaiba somehow managed to drag himself to Mrs. Feinstermaker's office. There the unthinkable happened. Kaiba got on his knees and begged for mercy.

"Please, I'll do anything! How much money do you want? I'll even make you vice-president of Kaiba Corp! Just don't make me go back there!" he sobbed.

Mrs. Feinstermaker looked at him sternly. "Now, stop that noise. I can't stand to see grown men cry."

"Touché," said Kaiba, sniffing.

"It just so happens that an alternate class has suddenly gotten an opening."

"Hooray for plot twists! What is it?" Kaiba asked eagerly.

"Ballet."

At that monosyllabic reply Kaiba let loose such an anguished scream of pure horror that it rattled windows and frightened small children half a hemisphere away.

A/N: Well, that's all for now folks! Review!