Sorry this has taken so long... I'm sick! -sniffles- Ah, well...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Me no own YGO. Me no own "the girl" (straykitty does). Happy?

"Darkest" Africa

Don't Try This At Home

"You mean, they don't have electricity?" shrieked Mai.

"But… how will I blow-dry my hair?" wailed Duke.

"What do you mean, they won't have 'Pharaoh Deluxe' hair gel?" demanded Yami, tenderly patting his hair.

"I can't FUNCTION without processed sugar!" sobbed Ryou, burying his head in the shoulder of the completely nonplussed Bakura.

"Utter chaos, huh? Sounds like fun." Marik grinned.

"Who cares about that? WILL THEY HAVE PIZZA?" Tristan asked the ceiling.

"SHUT UP!"

Kaiba looked up from his laptop and scowled at the girl who had shouted. "You."

"Yup, me."

"I thought I'd got rid of you."

"I don't unstick that easy, Kaiba." The girl pulled a megaphone from her bag and aimed it at the still-chaotic cast. "I SAID, SHUT UP!"

They cringed at the noise reverberating through their skulls and subsided.

"THANK YOU."

Joey gasped. "It's you."

The girl nodded.

"Who, who is it? I can't see, dammit!" Yami shoved a snickering Bakura out of the way and stared at the girl. He echoes Joey's gasp. "You."

"Who is she, that everyone suddenly is planning a reunion ball?" asked Mai.

"You know me, Mai. Your brain just refuses to let you know it. Right, is everyone here? Yes? Good. Follow me, please." The girl slipped the megaphone into her pocket and began to walk away.

"Uh, yeah, sure. We're just going to follow you. Right. Whatever." Mai folded her arms across her chest.

The girl stopped. She turned around, ever so slowly, and raised one eyebrow. "One, two…"

As she said 'three!' Kaiba's laptop beeped imperiously.

"And, cue message. Read it, Kaiba."

Kaiba cleared his throat and read out loud one sentence. "I have sent one of my alter egos to escort you – you are to go with her."

"That's it?"

The girl nodded. "Now, let's go everyone…" She walked to a wall and pulled open a plain brown door with a small nameplate on it. "After you."

Everyone went in. As Ishizu entered, she glanced at the nameplate. It read, No Real People Allowed.

"What?" she thought, and filed the fact away to think about later.

The room they were in was a typical office. The girl waved at some chairs arranged in a circle in the middle of the room, and the cast sat down. There were exactly enough chairs.

"So, right." The girl examined a clipboard and spoke into a mic that was suddenly clipped to her ear. "And commence in…" She began to count down. "3… 2… 1…"

There was a crack, and the girl started to walk forward, but then the circle of chairs was engulfed in thick green smoke and she stopped dead.

"What was that about?" she asked into her mic. She listened for a moment, and then snapped, "What do mean, a temporary malfunction? This is precision work, moron. You don't mess around with transferring people between worlds!"

She ripped the headset off and flung it on the desk, fanning at the green smoke with her hands. The smoke slowly cleared to show the cast sitting in their chairs, eyes closed. Bakura was twitching slightly, but other than that, there was no movement.

"Okay," she muttered, half to herself. "Showtime…"

She pulled a sweet little plastic wand out of her back pocket and began to walk around the circle, smacking each person on the face with the pink star on the tip of the wand. It made a particularly satisfying thwack when it met with Kaiba's forehead.

The walls shuddered. The girl opened the door a crack, then grinned and opened it wider. "Hey! GLJ! Over here! One delivery of characters, fresh from the aniverse!"

Ta da!

Sorry it's so short, but the REAL story only starts next chappie!

So... review, please? I'll give ya cookies!

this is GLJ, signing off...