Supporting Brothers

Korkle: Here are all the gloves i could find. The person HAD to wear one of these.
Yugi: Are you sure you got ALL the gloves?
Korkle: Yep.
Yami: Korkle, you need to get the UN matched ones too!
Korkle: Why?
Yami: Well, the person only needed to wear ONE.
Korkle: …
4F's I'll get them.
George: But we need you for the AN!
*4F's walks off AN*
George: YUGI! Can you read 4F's script?
Yugi: No. I'm helping Yami with the gloves.
George: Eliza?
Eliza: Iv'e never done it before…
George: Dont worry! Just read whats highlighted! It's easy!
Eliza: OK.
George: DISCLAIMER! I do not own YuGiOh or any of it's characters.
Eliza: Um, Hope you enjoy the story and please review?
George: Perfect!
Eliza: Disclaimer I do not ow-
George: No, i've already said that. You don't have to.
Eliza: Oh.

Today was the big day. Mokuba went to the 'Prom Shop' for his tux.
Serenity went to the 'Prom Shop' too, to get her dress.
They bumped into each other at the checkout.
"Hi, Mokuba!" Serenity said, turning around. They were in the checkout line, Serenity in front, Mokuba behind her.
"Oh, hi Serenity!" Mokuba said, hiding his tux behind his back.
"Is Seto coming?"
"No, after I passed out, Seto was gone but he left a note saying he was at YOUR house and that he would be back soon."
"That's strange, he never came. But Joey was gone too, and he left ME a note saying that he went to Kaiba Corp.!"
"Wow! As far as i'm concerned, Joey never came… NO ONE came. That's why I came here, you know, to get ready and stuff."
"Me too! I mean, I had nothing else to do!"
The two giggled. Serenity paid for her dress and went home. Then Mokuba paid for his tux and went home.

{—At a Random Park no one likes to Visit—}

"NO! The speed bump needs to be 10 feet away from the puddle!" Joey said.
"It has to be 5 Feet away!" Seto argued.
"10 feet!"
"5 feet!"
"10 feet!"
"5 feet!"
After they agreed to disagree, they started on the puddle.
"It has to be on the left!" Joey said.
"No, on the right!" Seto said.
"Left!"
"Right!"
"Left!"
"Right!"
"Left!"
"Right!"
(It went on like this for a while…)
"There, DONE!" Seto said, putting a pice of paper down.
"The bump goes here, the puddle goes here, the 'flowers' go here, the-"
"No… you've got it all wrong!" Joey said. "The bump goes here, and the 'flowers' go HERE, THEN the puddle goes over here!"
"No, I was right the first time!" Seto said.
"No, my way is better!" Joey said.
(This went on for a while, too.)

{—At a Random Park People like to Visit—}

"Wee!" Serenity said, sliding down a slide. "This is fun! Joey never takes me to the park!"
"Well," Mokuba said, swinging on the swings. "I'm glad you like it!"
Mokuba took Serenity to the park so they could play until their brothers returned. Mokuba set up an alarm system on his and Serenity's door so that when a door opened, it would sent a signal to his phone. Then they would head home.
"Tag! Your it!" Serenity said, tagging a little boy, who was playing tag with her.
"Im gonna get you!" The boy said.
Some other kids joined in.
"Tag!"
"Tag!"
"Tag!"
"Tag!"
Soon, the whole playground became a Tag ground.

{—Back at the Random Park no one likes to visit—}

'Punches'

—
Middle of the story AN
4F's: Yes, people… punches. Can't they just agree to disagree?
Korkle: Apparently not.
George Yami: Punches! Punches! Punches! Punches! Punches! Pun-
4F's: Alright, alright.
Korkle: Shut up, already.

'Punches'

"My way is better!" Seto said.
"No, mine is!" Joey said.

'More Punches'

{—Back at the Random Park people like to Visit—}

"Let's go home," Serenity said, panting. "To many people are 'It'."
Serenity and Mokuba look over at the Tag ground. Chaos. Lots of running, dust, and kids saying 'Your it!'.
"OK." Mokuba said. Then they started heading home.

End of Chapter 3

Korkle: That was short.
4F's: Don't blame me! We are still trying to find out who wrote it!
George: A Match! A Match!
Yami Yugi Korkle 4F's Eliza: LET ME SEE!
*Everyone leaves AN to surround George*
*Eliza comes back on AN*
Eliza: Um, George… everyone? AN?
*Everyone is off of AN, clawing a George and the glove he claimed 'matched'.*
Eliza: Oh well.
*Eliza turnes off AN*