Annie: Heya Everyone! - We're finally back from our LONG hiatus from writing.
Dickson: Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! continues rambling
William: We have been busy.
Annie: Yup! -
Dickson: No we haven't! Annie's just been lazy; William was... Well, being William. I've been... Dickson. And Adrian? Well, he was a moron and now, he's out of the BAKAS. We banished him to a land for he will for all of eternity eat mud. So, in all of the previous chapters, he has been replaced with a talking monkey. You can go back and check. What? You STILL see his name? Well, there is actually a subliminal message in each one that says that he has been replaced with a talking monkey. He will no longer appear in any of the chapters and stories..

Annie: Yup! -
William: In other words, he got Annie pissed.
Annie: Yup! - So, now, Dickson shall read the disclaimer.
Dickson: I OWN Prince of Tennis! MUAHAHAHAHAHA...

Meanwhile, in the Prince of Tennis world...

The group of friends sat at the table, quietly enjoying their dinner. Sirens could be heard coming from a distance. Then suddenly, there was a banging at the door.

"Dickson, could you please get the door?" asked Annie, still trying to eat her dinner.

The boy calmly placed down his utensils and walked to the door. Slowly reaching his hand to the door knob, the door was forcefully kicked in. One grabbed hold of Dickson while the other placed handcuff behind him and started dragging him out the door.

"HEY! That's was our door!" The girl was fuming. Not only did they ruin the dinner, they broke down the door. THE DOOR!

The boy being led out to the police squat car was fidgeting and moving violently. He had no clue why they just came in a took him from his current residence. What had he done that would lead up to him having handcuffs placed on him?

"Why am I being arrested?"

"You said you owned Prince of Tennis when really, it is Takeshi Konomi who created it."
"WHAT! When did I say that? And how would you know who created you? You both are IN Prince of Tennis! This makes no sense!"
"You have the right to remain silent."
"GAH!"

The two remaining teenagers watched as their friend was being dragged off. They just had to do something to help him, but what?

"We'll sleep on it." came as the response from the boy.

It was a grand and glorious morning the next day. However, for Dickson, it wasn't so 'glorious' as it should have been. After being dragged into the local prison, he found out that he was to be sued a lot of money for saying he 'owned' Prince of Tennis. Being sued by Takeshi Konomi was worse enough, but he was to stay at a prison until he could pay back the lawsuit.

Staying in a prison cell alone was just fine. However, he had company. The man of a heavy build was constantly staring at him and giving him a wink or two once in a while. Could this be a hell on earth? Possibly. What is he to do? How was he going to survive? Do his friends even know what kind of situation he is in? Who knows? All he could do now was wait and hope that his friends were able to come to his rescue.

"Hey boy..." Dickson's cell mate said. That unfinished sentence was finished off with a wink and a blowing of a kiss.

And soon.

"How could this possibly have happend? I have never claimed that I owned Prince of Tennis! Who on earth would impersonate me?"

Then suddenly, the thought struck him. This

"Dickson! You bastard! Get in here RIGHT NOW! I and going to kick your ass! GET IN HERE NOW!"

In the world ourside Prince of Tennis, Dickson was laughing dispite the torment that his cartoony self was facing.

Back at the Prince of Tennis world, William and Annie had just woke up.

"Ok! We must find some way to get Dickson out of his little predicament. But what... Oh, Kami-sama! Give us a sign."

A grumbling sound could be heard. Annie turned her head to see William let out a sweatdrop.

"How about we get some breakfast first?"

After finally being able to leave the house, the pair went to the local police station only to be redirected to the prison. The edgey bailiff led the two to Dickson's cell. As they peered inside they could see their friend hiding in fear in the corner. Catching sight of the two, the frighten teenager ran to their direction. Seeing them was like a breath of fresh air; being saved before you were about to be ran over by an 18-wheeler; having a nice refreshing can of Ponta on a hot summer's day.

"Thank goodness you are here guys! That idiot Dickson claimed he owned Prince of Tennis and now I'm being held captive and being sued for a lot of money! You have to help me!" pleaded the boy.

"Well, obviously. How much do you have to pay them?" replied the Annie.

Dickson took out a piece of paper and a pen. He started writing and gave the sheet of paper back to the two. Their eyes went wide.

"You owe them THIS much!"
"Umm... There is that fold over there also..."
"Oh my... How on earth are we suppose to get this amount of money?"
"Work! Gamble! Put on a chicken suit and do the chicken dance for all I care! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

William and Annie walked out of the prison, well, more like pushed out. Now, they really had to think. Who knows how long Dickson will be able to survive in a place like that?

"Let's go find a job!" said the boy genius with enthusiasm.

"Way ahead of you."

The girl pointed to a 'help wanted' sign on a window of a cafe.

'Bus-boy needed. Must be able to fit into uniform and can take orders.'

"I'll just take this job. There is nothing else." And he walked into the cafe.

'Waitress needed. Must be able to take orders. Must fit into uniform.'
"This sounds ok! Let's jus-" The girl was cut off by reading what came next,

'...The bigger the breast the better.'

She decided not to apply for that job. However, as she walked away, William came back out and dragged her back into the cafe.

'This is for Dickson. Must get him out of prison. Oh... He owes me BIG time.' thought Annie angerly.

"GET OUT! You're both FIRED!" and out went the two teens.

Getting up from the pavement, they brushed themselves off and decided to look for another job. The two had caused a lot of problems in this little cafe. It all started when they saw their uniforms.

"Do we really have to wear these?" asked William, holding up the kitty ears and a tail.
"Yes. It attracts costumers." replied the pudgy manager.
"Oh, these are cute!" replied the girl. She had tried on her uniform and her kitty ears. "Kawaii, ne?"

William just sighed. 'For Dickson...'

You may think that this was ok, well, just wait for the next part.

"Oi! Neko-onna! You gave me the wrong order! I specifically ordered the chocolate parfait! Give me my correct order!" This customer was seriously getting on Annie's nerves. She had given him what he wanted every time. However, he was being obnoxious and changing his order everytime she brought him something. Holding in her rage, she went back and got him his precious chocolate parfait.

Placing it on the tabletop, she began leaving. It was then that the moron called again.

"I did NOT order this! I ordered the lemon pudding. Get me my correct order! Oi! Get back here!"

The girl continued walking. She only stopped when she felt something on her rear-end.

'NO disrespecting the costumers!' She could hear her boss's voice ringing in her head.

"What is it, sir?"

"Let's forget about that cookie crumble-"
"It was a lemon pudding, sir."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway, how about we spend some time together. When do you get off work?" He just continued stroking.

The man fell to the floor. He mouth was hanging wide open and his nose was bloody. Apparently, he was knocked out. Dusting off her hands, the girl looked back at the fellow on the ground and smiled.

"Have a nice day, sir."

That certainly got Annie fired. But what about William?

William was serving the costumers, much better than Annie was. He treated the customers with respect and served them with a smile. There was a reason why he had a smile on his face.

Many of the people he served were female. They would compliment on how cute he was. They would leave him a big tip and a kiss on the cheek after. Sadly, this was to lead to his undoing.

One customer walked in. William saw her and showed her to her seat. He even pulled out the chair for her. He took her order and came back with a smile on his face. She ate happily while sneaking a look at William once in a while.

After finishing her snack, William gave her the bill. As he began walking away, the teenage girl pulled William by his tail and their lips collided. William struggled to get free. His efforts were in vain.

"WHAT are you DOING!" It was his boss.
"Sorry, sir! It was just that this customer pulled me over and it just happened! It was an accident!" was his response.
"Are YOU calling MY daughter a desperate little whore?"

Oh crap.

"That was so unfair! His daughter is a desperate little whore!" William was obviously displeased.
"Oh calm down. That was stupid anyway. Let's find something else to do..." It was then that the girl came up with an idea.

"Come on, come all and see the amazing human food processor! Watch as he attempts to finish this whole party bowl of ice cream with salsa, cheese, soy sauce, hot sauce, coslaw, wasabi, bananas, chicken, and a secret ingredient! And all for a low low price of $2!" announced the girl.

"I don't think this will work. Who would pay just to see me eat? Nobody, that's who."

Apparently, William thought wrong. A whole crowd lined up and took a seat just to watch this feat.

"Told you it would work."
"Oh well. At least I get free food out of it." He began eating.

The audience stared at awe at what William was doing. It was disgusting and entertaining at the same time. Nearly half and hour had passed since he took the first bite. But eventually, he was able to finish the bowl and left it clean.

"Let's all hear it for the amazing human food processor! Now, for the second course..."

"There's a second course!"
"Why, of course. Actually, there are 8 courses all together!" The girl said this with a smile. Evil was the perfect word to be describing how it looked.

William collapsed on the table.

"Oi. William. Get up and eat the second course already. It's getting all liquidy. Hello?" Annie started poking the lifeless body on the table.

"Urg..." William moaned as he got out of the hospital, "Remind me never to eat anything like that again... Oooo! Ice cream!"

"Ewww... William! That was on the ground! And... There's bugs crawling over it! You just told me to remind you never to eat anything like it again!"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" he said as he ate the ice cream he just picked up from the ground.

"Nevermind." and the girl sweatdropped.

It was work out time at the prison. The prison guards let out all the inmates into an area that was surrounded by a fence with barbwire on top. Dickson was forced out of his cell and into the yard along with the other prisoners.

"No! You don't know what you are doing! I'm going to die if I go out there!" screamed Dickson.

"Well, tough luck, kid," the guard talked back, "but the prisoners need their daily exercise or they are going to get it from punching out guards or doing other things."

The boy was obviously confused, "What other things?"

"Do you really want to know?"

'No...'

"Wow! Look at how many people are in the seats? I knew this idea would so work!"

Annie was obviously happy. The last two ideas turned out to be a flop and things didn't turn out so well.

"I can't believe you are putting on a production of 'Romeo & Juliet: In a nutshell... How on earth are you suppose to do that?" asked William.

"We just only have to have the important parts in there."

"Fine... But what do we do about the balcony scene!"

"I'll leave that up to you."

"What?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? It's a one man show!"
"WHAT! How is that possible!"

The girl went over to her bag and took something out of it. William peered over her shoulders to see what it could possibly be.

"Ok! Now, go over there and change into this!" said Annie as she pushed the boy over to one of the doors and closed him in.

A few minutes later, he came right back out looking quite... odd?

"What the hell is this, Annie!"

"It's a double sided costume! You see, if you stand on this side you will be Romeo, and if you stand on the other side, you are Juliet! Clever huh?" The girl was proud of her handy work.

"But-I look REALLY horrible!"
"Well, too bad! Remember, this is for Dickson! Oh no! The show is starting!" With that said, Annie pushed the boy in Elizabethan styled clothing out onto the stage, trying to supress the laughter building up inside of her.

Looking out through the curtains, Annie set her eyes on William.

"You know... He's actually not quite bad..."

After the exercise time out in the courtyard, it was shower time. It was very uncomfortable for Dickson to be in that shower room full of grown men.

While scrubbing himself, he had accidentally dropped his bar of soap on the ground. What else could possibly go wrong? He was about to bend down to pick it up when Annie's voice popped into his head,

'Never drop your bar of soap in the shower in prison. If you happen to do that DON'T bend over to pick it up.'

'Ok. Now, I really don't want to do that... I know! How about I kneel down!'

"NO! Don't do that! Think about the situation you are in! You are going to be at waist level. WAIST LEVEL! Do you know what can happen! Don't kneel down you moron. HEY! I said DON'T kneel. DON'T KNEEL!" shouted Dickson in the real world.

Sure, he had gotten his cartoony self into a lot of trouble in the Prince of Tennis world, but this was just pathetic.

"HAHA! Are you doing something really stupid in the Prince if Tennis world?" asked Annie and she looked along side Dickson. "Yup! Something REALLY stupid. I hope he likes getting a mouth full of-"

"NO! Don't listen to her! DON'T DO IT!" shouted Dickson as he was covering Annie's mouth.

"Wow! What a great turn out! We made half the money! Isn't that great? Let's go back to the prison and ask if they can release him if we give him this much?" said the brunette as she was counting the money.

"Sure. Why not? I don't want to be doing anymore of your stupid plans."

"Hey! At least my plans gets us money!"

"Yes, they get us money. But I have to follow through on the plan to get the money."

"That doesn't matter. As long as we can get Dickson out of prison, it will all be worth it."

"Then why not delete the pictures?"

"I need these!"

Dickson slept on the very uncomfortable futon that was in his cell. His cellmate had just pulled out the board game 'Monopoly' and asked Dickson if he would play with him. He accepted due to the fact that he had nothing else to do.

They played for over an hour and the whole board was almost filled with red houses and green hotels. It was Dickson's turn and he rolled a 5. He picked up his piece and moved in the appropriate direction and landed on 'chance'. It was the last card left in the change pile. He picked up the orange card.

"Get out of jail free card. Hmm... I wonder if I can use this now..."

Dickson walked over to the entrance of his cell and stock his arm out to the guard with the card.

"Can I use this 'Get out of jail free card'?"

"Is it orange?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Fine."

With that said, Dickson was released and was met up in front of the prison with William and Annie.

"How did you get out?" asked William.

"Yeah. How did you? You didn't have money... Wait! Don't tell me! You were whoring around!" said Annie with just a little perverseness in her tone of voice.

"Ew! No. I was playing 'Monopoly'.

"You can really get out of jail with playing Monopoly?"

"'Get out of Jail free' card."

"Oh..."

It never felt so great to be back in his home in the Prince of Tennis world. Even the ghosts Dickson missed. They had their dinner and Dickson told the other two what kind of hell he had to go through in the all male prison.

"Hey! How about we play a game?" suggestion Dickson.

"Sure! Which one?" asked William.

"Monopoly."

They prepared the board, laid everything in the right place and picked out their player pieces. Playing 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' they were able to decide who was to go first. It was Dickson.

Dickson rolled the dice and it was a 6. He moved his piece.

"Chance. Ok!"

He picked up the orange card and stared at it.

"What did you get?"

In the real world, the three were playing the same game. They had picked the same pieces and rolled the same thing. Dickson picked up his chance card.

"Aw, man!"

"What is it?"

"'Go to Jail'. Go directly to jail."

In the Prince of Tenns world, sirens could be heard outside of the house that the three teenagers were living in.

Both Dicksons just simply said, "I don't like this game anymore."

Annie: Yup! This is the end of this chapter! I hoped you liked it! It was LONG.

Dickson: Why is it me that always gets into this type of situation...?
Annie: You were the one who suggested it! I was just the one that made it happen. -

William: :Laughing his ass off in the background:

Annie: Come back and check out the next chapter! By the way, we are planning to have a Shaman King fanfic! It is going to star us and our friend Jeffery! I hope you look forward to it! Ja ne! -

Dickson: As insane as this chapter is, don't consider it as part of the story….think of it as a chibi episode like in POT made specifically to be insane but as a separate story. It is our gift to you for our long hiatus. Next chapter should actually continue with the original story outline. Also take notice like in many chibi episodes, things are exaggerated, altered and pretty much rearranged namely personality and plot. Hope you enjoyed it….even though it didn't make very much sense.