Hm… OH! Special credit goes to my sister Allie-chan, who told me to do something with Chuckie Cheese. Her idea, specifically, was…

Mokuba: OH BOY! Chuckie cheese!

Ryou: Anything for you, darling.

Mokuba: OH BOY! The ball pit!

(I was trying to think up an idea for Ma Proie; trying to figure out what they would do on their "date"-type thing. (I'm not calling it a date 'cuz it'll make Akio-chan shudder! Ha ha.) Anyway, thank goodness I decided not to use it for that… I think this story makes use of it much better. But I want to give watashi no imoto no Allie-chan credit nonetheless!)

Thankees to Lauren, C.J., and Megan (Akio the Dragon Master) for proof-reading this and giving me confidence:)

Akio-chan! Arigatou for telling me that my chapter had mistakes! I'll go back and look it over when I get a bit of respite. (HAH! The vocab words own all!) Make sure to tie your shoelaces, Akio-chan, and eat looooooots of butter! He he!

cwthewolf- Hmm… okay!

Raven- I needed inspiration. I re-read some of my favorite ficcies, and got some inspiration.

We are at the runt's birthday party. It is at Chucking Cheese's. Ryou tells me that it's Chuckie Cheese's, but that boy sitting over at that counter (it looks suspiciously like a bar) apparently disagrees with him. He keeps throwing cheese at Ryou. I wouldn't really care if we weren't sharing the same body today. You should've seen the way Yami entered with Yugi.

"Oh boy! Oh boy! CHUCKIE CHEESE!" Yugi screamed, practically wetting his pants. Yami—The Pharaoh—smiled.

"Anything for you, Yugi." Bleh. Make me barf, why don't cha. Get a room! …Oh wait, they rented this whole Chucking Cheese place. And they're not gay. So far as I know.

…That would be awkward.

"Oh boy!" The midget pointed. "The ball-pit!"

And the midget leapt in. All you could see was his pointy hair. Then he swam around like a shark, scaring the other retards away. "Aww…"

So now I am cowering—waiting, I mean, in the Millennium Ring, hoping—er, confident that Yugi won't want to talk to me. But, for some reason known only to Ra (and Ra is very stingy with his secrets!), he does. Maybe he's just stupid. In fact, that's probably it.

He's bounding up to me right now, with those eyes… so huge… so innocent… they should be illegal.

I need a shove. (As opposed to a hug, you see. Someone of a magnitude of manliness such as mine would never require something as mortal…ish, as a hug!)

"Hi Ryou." Yugi beams at him like a…gopher, or something. Hey! I know what a gopher is. They're furry and dig tunnels underground in the Hundred Acre Wood. And the wear hardhats! See, I'm smart!

My hikari smiles. "Hello, Yugi. Happy birthday."

"THANK YOU!"

Dear Ra, what is wrong with this child? Was he bred to burst eardrums? Ryou's smile falters (a funny word) and his eyes waver in fear.

FEAR! Fear is good. F.E.A.R. is the Ferociously Evil Aerobics Ritual. It's like Yoga! –Only not.

"Happy birthday." Ryou's whispers become a shaky chant. "Happy birthday. Happy birthday. Happy birthday." Calm down hikari.

"Bakura hasn't told me happy birthday yet," Yugi points out. He looks at Ryou expectantly. Oh, no. Hikari, don't you DARE throw me in control—

/But the world will have no cabbage if I do not/

What the heck? Did my hikari just say that?

--Yes, my hikari just said that.

That tears it. I'm going to stop feeding him. It's his fault that I have to perform this wretched birthday wassail. The Pharaoh's brat is imploring me with those large, hypnotic eyes.

He could rule the world with those things.

"Happy birthday." Gods, I sound like Frosty.

The gopher-boy darts away to receive his wassails from the others. Tea and that freaky old guy are here. Yugi goes up to Tea—that girl whose name I wish I did not know.

"Hi Tea," he says. She grins at him.

"Happy birthday, Yugi," she says in monotone. Holy Ra, here eyes are like two 'at' signs. She's higher than Bill Gates' weekly income!

She pats him on the head appreciatively, then draws her hand away like she's been bit. "Ow!" She whimpers pathetically. "It stings…"

The midget smiles sadly. "That's OK, Tea." What the heck?

He scampers—SCAMPERS I SAY!—over to his butt-ugly Grandpa, who, by the way, looks like he has abhorrent stomach cramps. (Abhorrent is a long word.)

"Hi Grandpa!"

Does this kid have an OFF-button?

"It's my birthday!"

You're not kidding! Wow! Amazing! I never would have guessed! It's sooooooo unexpected! GAH! Let's skip this and EAT THE CAKE!

The old fart nods his head. "I know. I made you a cake. Unfortunately I dropped it off at the wrong Chuckie Cheese's."

";-; Aw…"

Yugi scampers over to the edge of the ball-pit and stares deeply at it, as if he can see his reflection in it. How repugnantly vain. (Repugnantly is a long word.) I do him a favor and tip him over. He falls in face-first. The Pharaoh glares at me.

Well, POO ON YOU, Mr. Pharaoh! I stick out my tongue and cross my eyes.

Yugi's not-so-grandfather comes towards me, probably to admonish me. (Admonish is a funny-sounding word, isn't it? Why do I keep talking about words? And where do I learn them all?) Bring it on, geezer!

… 0.0 He's got a knife! HOLY RA! He's foaming at the mouth too! What's he planni—

Again, when I get five reviews, I'll update it.

Holy COWZERS! I TOTALLY forgot about this fic! O.O I thought I had up to chapter 5 up. But I don't! So… SORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE! (goes on hands and knees) Sumimasen sumimasen sumimasen SUMIMASEN! And sporks! Anyway… SORRY! This chapter was just rotting digitally on my harddrive… again, I'm sorry I forgot about it.