(A/N: Heya! Sorry about the wait! Here's the next chappie!)
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Jounouchi and Yugi were traveling through the hot deserts of Egypt, the sun mercilessly beating down on their backs.
Well, Yugi's anyway.
"So…damn…hot…" Yugi complained.
All of a sudden, four skimpily clad women burst out of the desert sands. The first wore red, the next orange, the one after that wore yellow, and the last one in purple. Each was carrying a bottle of soda.
"Wanta Fanta, doncha wanta Fanta?" the women were singing out as the first two were latching their arms around Yugi and forcibly pouring soda into his mouth while the other two were waving their asses in Jounouchi's face and pouring their soda on his face.
Yugi was looking uncomfortable while Jounouchi was blushing as much as a human being could blush
"Hey you guys
You're looking sporty
Drink some Fanta
Faster shorty!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING MICROSCOPIC!" Yugi roared as he broke free and drew a card from his deck.
"I SUMMON SLYFER THE SKY DRAGON!"
The red beast appeared and blew the women away, leaving Jounochi with a rather disaponted look on his face.
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Wanta Fanta?
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"Half-brother trying to steal your sword? Demon who killed your lover trying to slay your loved ones? Call Inuyasha's Full Protection Service! We'll do ya up right!"
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Fanfiction authors who don't know the meaning of the word "Spell Check": Plenty
Fanfiction authors who create Mary-Sues: Too many to count
Fanfiction authors who employ stale, overused plotlines: Enough to make your head explode
Fanfiction writers who realize they royally suck as authors: Priceless
There are people in life without talent in creative writing. For everything else, there's flames.
Accepted by hard to please reviewers worldwide.
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"ANNND were back to Know Your Stars: FREE FOR ALL!"
"I'm your host, Shinigami Goumon, AKA The Disembodied Voice! Lets get the ball rolling!"
"Our next victim isss…SERGENT KERORO! COME ONNN DOWN!"
The midget frog hopped down the stairs and onto the stool, wearing little more than a commando helmet and a smirk.
"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"
"Keroro…he wishes nothing more than for absolute peace and harmony throughout the universe!"
"WHAT?" the alien frog shouted, hopping up, "I DO NOT! I WISH FOR UNIVERSAL DOMINATION! ALL BOW DOWN BEFORE-!"
"Ain't that sweet?""Are you listening to me?" Keroro cried, "I wanna take over Popoken!"
"Hey Keroro? Does this sound familiar? 'Just giiive peeeeace a channnnce!'"
"Hoooo no you DIDN'T!" Keroro roared, "You did NOT just compare me to that limp-wristed pansy KERMIT!"
"WHY DONCHA COME UP HERE AND SAY THAT YA RETARDED TADPOLE!" Ms. Piggy shrieked from the upper rows of bleachers.
"Heh. And if I did? Whadd're YOU gonna do about it?"
"I'll find and DESTROY YOU!" Keroro yelled, "…once I find out where you are."
"Piggy! Calm down!" Kermit cried, "…after the show."
"Fat chance of THAT ever happening, ya shrimpy Shrek wannabe!""WHY WOULD I WANNABE THAT FAT LOSER?" Keroro screamed.
A mass of green promptly came hurtling down and did a rather impressive elbow drop on the mouthy frog.
"Mind repeat'n tha'?" The Scottish ogre mildly asked the green pancake that was Keroro.
"N-no sir." Keroro managed to squeak
"Tha's wha' Ah thah'." He smirked, returning to his seat next to an ogre-ized Fiona.
"Heh heh…Keroro…he's harbored a ten year vendetta against Frogger!"
"SCREW THAT ROAD HOPPING BASTARD!" Keroro shrieked, suddenly re-inflating.
His eyes widened and he clamped his webbed hands over his mouth.
"Did I just say that out loud?" he asked sheepishly.
"RRRRBBUT!" A loud voice croaked as Keroro was tackled by a green blur.
"Oh…my god! It's like, Frogger, dude!"In her booth, Shinigami Goumon snickered evilly, a cell phone held between her thumb and index finger.
"GO FROGGER! GO!" Kermit yelled form the audience.
"Kick his ass!" shrieked Keropi Frog.
"KILL'M!" Fiona roared.
The green blur fought its way offstage and into the night (even tho' it was the middle of the afternoon)
"Now you know…Keroro!""Who's next? Who's next? Maybe I should do Puu next!" Shinigami sang, spinning around in her chair.
That last one had been fun!
Hee hee!
Just like a car wreck!
You couldn't help but watch!
"Which one? Which one?" Goumon said thoughtfully, "OI! TOUDA!"
"Yes ma'am?" replied one of the stagehands.
"I can't decide!" Shinigami said, her face contorting with glee, "They're all just too perfect! You do it for me!"
"Huh?" Touda blinked, "Well…okay. Howabout…him?"
Goumon followed his finger and her face filled with joy when she saw whom he had chosen.
She tackle glomped him.
"YOU'RE A GOOD SUBORDINATE!" She squealed.
"Next on our stool's blacklist is…TSUZUKI ASATO! COME ONNN DOWN!"
The purple eyed Guardian of Death walked down the stairs, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"
"Tsuzuki…he secretly married a squirrel!""Wuh-WHAT!" Tsuzuki cried, "NO, I didn't!"
Under his breath, "Shut up before HISOKA hears you!"
"Aww…but Tsuzuki! Cheating on your spouse is considered infidelity, isn't it?""Shut up!" Tsuzuki hissed.
"Which is a sin!"
"I'M NOT MARRIED TO A SQUIRREL GODDAMMIT!" Tsuzuki shouted.
"Ooo! Taking the Lord's name in vain! Strike two, mutha fucka!""Y-you're…you're MARRIED?" Hisoka cried, "YOU BITCH!"
Sobbing, the green eyed Guardian of Death dashed out of the studio in tears.
"ACK!" Tsuzuki cried, "Hi-Hisoka! Honey! WAIT! Now see what you've done? COME BACK! She's nothing but a lying WHORE!"
"Tsuzuki." Tatsumi said sharply, "You will sit back down and do your time or so help me, I'll cut your pay in HALF!"
"Wuh-WHAT?" Tsuzuki cried, "Ta-Tatsumi! You jerk! I hate you!"
"Yes, yes." Tatsumi drawled, "Now SIT DOWN!"
"Hee hee!" Shinigami giggled from her booth, "Ah the joys of paying off the Secretary of the Ministry of Hades!"
"Now then…Tsuzuki…he longs for Dr. Muraki to take him away!"
"I most certainly do NO-!" Tsuzuki never got the last word out because Dr. Muraki was at his side, a bouquet of red roses overflowing his arms.
"My dear Mr. Tsuzuki…" he murmured, "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those words."
"I DIDN'T SAY THEM!" Tsuzuki shrieked, "SHE DID!"
"Tsuzuki…he's about to get seriously molested...heh."
"AAAAAAAAUGH!" Tsuzuki screamed as Dr. Muraki hefted him over his shoulder, "I HATE YOU! HISOKA! HISOKA! HELP MEEEE!"
"Now you know…Tsuzuki."
"Pfft! Hee hee hee!" Goumon laughed.
So much fun!
But why should Touda be the only one enjoying himself?
"Oh, Koyooooooori!" she sang.
"Yes Lady Goumon?" a female stagehand asked mildly.
"Touda picked the last one!" Shinigami grinned, "Your turn!"
"Huh?" the girl blinked, "Oh! Okay! Howabout..."
TBC!
(A/N: Who will Koyori pick? Stay tuned to find out! R&R!)