Second chapter, folks. I'd like to thank my two –and only- reviewers, Dragon Shojo and The Magical Whatever. Those two reviews really made my day.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, I would sue 4Kids. Nor do I own Barney. Nor do I want to own Barney.

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The Yamis walked grumpily into the playroom the next morning, duel disks in hand. None of them had gotten much sleep the previous night. Yami had been up all night, attempting to wash a certain bad-smelling substance off his pants. Marik had been slipping in and out of various houses all night, searching for valuables, namely gold. Bakura, after Tea's remark about the shadow realm, had proceeded to terrorize a small child and torture it for several hours.

"Good morning!" A cheery voice sounded from behind the Yamis. "Not morning people, huh?"

"Don't make be shove this duel disk up your ass…" muttered Bakura under his breath, just quiet enough for Tea not to hear.

"Well, we have a lot to do today! I hope you all brought your decks!" said Tea. The three Yamis held up their decks to prove that they did indeed follow her instructions. "Okay, if you didn't guess, we'll be dueling today!"

"No duh…" said Marik.

"Does this mean that I'll finally be able to get revenge on that stupid Pharaoh over there?" asked Bakura.

"What, it's not my fault you suck at dueling," replied Yami.

"Why you little-"

It took Tea at least fifteen minutes to peel the two archrivals off each other while the third spirit stood in the corner, laughing at the situation.

"Like I said, we'll be dueling today! However, it's going to be a little different."

"In what way?" asked Yami.

Tea observed him for a moment. "Okay everybody, hand over your decks."

"WHAT?" exclaimed Marik angrily. "I am not giving you my deck! I've got good cards in there!"

"It's the only way this will work," replied Tea. "Now, give me your decks."

It was only the horror of Tea singing the Barney song at the top of her lungs that convinced the Yamis to succumb to her wishes.

"Thank you!" she said, running for her office and shutting the door before any of them had an opportunity to change their mind.

Tea emerged half an hour later to the three spirits fast asleep on the playroom floor.

"Up sillies!" she said, kicking Bakura in the stomach. "It's not naptime yet!"

"You know, I don't think I'm the one here who needs anger management counseling," Bakura groaned, clutching his stomach.

Marik and Yami both sat up groggily. "What the Hell is going on?" asked Marik, observing Bakura as he stood up in pain.

"We're dueling!" Tea replied cheerfully. "I think Yami and Bakura should be the first to go, since they obviously have hostile feelings towards each other than need to be lost."

"Only because the Pharaoh is a stupid, lying, cheating, God card-using scumbag," muttered Bakura.

"What was that, Grave Robber? I'm a lying, cheating scumbag? Talk about the pot calling kettle black…" said Yami.

Another two verses of the Barney song was necessary to end the bickering match that ensued.

Once Tea had ushered the two spirits to opposite ends of the room, with Marik at the side to help with judging, the duel began.

"Let's duel!" Yami and Bakura exclaimed, sounding somewhat cheesy and clichéd.

Both started the duel by drawing cards. Bakura looked down to observe what cards, only to be greeted with an unpleasant surprise.

"What the Hell? Where's my Dark Necrofear? My Headless Knight? My Dark Sanctuary? What the Hell did you do with all my cards?"

Yami too was staring at the cards in his hand with disgust. "Shining Friendship?" he asked. "Breath of God?"

Tea attempted to explain while the third spirit stood snickering in the corner once again. "I figure if you don't have any evil, angry cards, you can't have any evil angry feelings!"

Bakura stared at her. "Did it ever occur to you that there would be plenty of evil and angry feelings towards you?"

Tea simply stared at Bakura, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Oh, the thought occurred to me, but even you, Bakura, wouldn't be so low to attack a poor, helpless, female therapist. Imagine what ideas people would get about you."

"You little-" Bakura lunged himself at Tea, but fell over on his face as she promptly stepped to the side.

"Now be a good boy, Bakura, and duel."

Bakura retreated to his position on the field, retrieving his cards. "Alright," he said. "To start I summon Fire Sorcerer in attack position and place one monster face-down in defense."

Yami stood observing the field, looking occasionally at the cards in his hand. "I summon Magician of Faith in attack," he said after a few seconds, "and I place one card face down."

Bakura drew one card, looked at it, then made his move. "I move my monster card, Petite Angel, face up in attack position." He pulled a card from his deck. "I now use polymerization to create Little Fire Angel, and attack your Magician of Faith."

Once again, Marik snickered from his corner. "Little Fire Angel?" he muttered, silencing his laughter.

The duel continued somewhat like this until Yami was declared winner, having beaten Bakura with Tea's Dark Magician Girl, De-spell, and other cunning strategies.

"Damn you, Yami!" Bakura exclaimed. "Why is it that you have the annoying ability to sneak out of any trouble that faces you?"

Yami stood victorious, preening himself. "I suppose it must be my brilliant superiority over yourself. After all, I am the Pharaoh."

"Not for much longer!" yelled Bakura, lunging himself at Yami. The two engaged themselves in a small fistfight until Tea clobbered them with her anger management manual. As expected, Marik remained in his corner.

"That will be all for this week," Tea said, ushering the spirits out of the door hurriedly. "Meet me tomorrow at the mall. Eight-o-clock sharp." With this Tea shut the door on the spirits, leaving them with no idea what was in store for them tomorrow (no pun intended.) She then pulled the elegant birthday invitation from her pocket, looking at it. "Day after tomorrow," she muttered. "Might as well…"

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I'm sorry this chapter is short, but it was incredibly annoying to write! Feel free to criticize the duel, I know it was too short, and the moves may very well be against the rules, I wouldn't know. I actually haven't watched the show at all for about a year, and even then, I wasn't paying too much attention to the actual card game.

Marik seems to be left in the background quite a bit, eh? I can't really remember his personality all that well, except that he's a freaky, evil, power-hungry spirit. I don't know. I have too much fun with the arguments between Yami and Bakura. Marik will show up more in the next two chapters. Shopping malls, fancy birthday parties where people are wearing lots of jewelry…sounds like his kind of thing.

Please review, people. I need to know if I should continue this fic, or simply delete it. Criticism, just plain babbling, I appreciate anything.