Remember awhile ago when I said this story was going to have "arcs"? Well, this is the next arc. I'll tell you what it's called in the next chapter. Oh, and thanks to Ripper-Roo, I remembered about Bakura's hair and how I think it would look if it was black. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Megan, Colton, Kansas, or Mission Impossible.

I like to think, though, that I own the idea that famous Japanese baseball players can be cannibals. …That'll make sense soon.

I've turned my room into an abyss with Shadow Magic and painted circles under my eyes with black paint. Oh, and my Millennium Ring is glowing. Emo? Eh, sort of. I don't have any emo music like My Chemical Romance or something, but I do have Sting. And the Hairspray soundtrack. I stole it from my neighbor. I thought about painting my hair black, but realized I would look like some kind of freak trying to cosplay human Inuyasha.

Anyhoo, I don't know how I'm going to get out of this funk… except… I need to find her. That girl. Whose brother's name is Colton—ha ha, I almost wrote bother instead of brother. I wonder if brothers are a bother? Heh. Anyway…

I don't know where to start. I guess I'm going to have to go back to Mimetown and start asking around. I don't want to have to play charades to understand people, though… maybe I could threaten them with a gun, or something? Nah… I sold all of my guns for some bubblegum a couple of weeks ago… gah…

Besides, my journal is PG.

So, I might as well go.

:Later:

She's not here. Go figure. …Why are people staring at me? I mean, I know I have black paint under my eyes, and a creepy glowing pendant on my chest, but we're surrounded by mimes! Aren't those weirder than I am?

…Well, since nobody's actually giving me much more than a third glance before staring at all the miming going on, I guess they are.

…Why is Kaiba here?

O.o Wait, that is Kaiba, right?

The limo I'm assuming is Kaiba's has all sorts of funky colors on it, the windows down, and a loudspeaker where the rearview mirrors should be, pumping out lyrics:

"I don't like it unless it's (brand new,)" it sings. O.O; Well, that could be Kaiba…

"It's Kaiba!" somebody screams out, furthering my theory that it is, in fact, Kaiba. And then, a final point, Kaiba leaps out in sunglasses with fuzzy purple rims, wearing flashy gold clothing like a dancer. Why is he wearing those? I guess he's gone cra—

"I guess she's lookin' for a brand new man who/Ain't always gotta sit down cause he can't stand you/Boo - this the brand new jam to dance to," he sings.

…Oh Ra. HIM too!? He's part of this rap trip too!? No, no, no, no, no… this has to be a drea—

Oh. It was a dream. I just woke up and my head is in a puddle of dog drool (I know because the dog's still drooling). How did I manage to write this while sleeping? The world may never know, just like the world may never know how many licks it takes to get to the juicy center of a tootsie pop. And if you say the answer is 'three,' Jim Bob, I'll rip out your pages right now!

…Don't even try to test me!

…I am still in Kansas, er, Mimetown… I guess when nobody's talking around you, things get boring—so boring that someone could fall asleep. Actually, I'm not the only one sleeping on the ground. There are a few homeless-looking guys over there who were doing the same thing—with dogs drooling on their faces, too. That guy even has the honor of having a dog pee on him!

Ew. Not quite an honor I'd like to have. No, if I could defeat the Pharaoh in my sleep… that would be a cool honor. I hate him. And his hairy, hairy legs.

Anyway, so now it's time to ask around to see if the mimes know who that girl was. …Hey, and there's that freak she was watching! Strings is his name.

I walk up to him.

"YO!" I scream in his ear. He doesn't even blink.

"YO!" I scream again. "Remember a few days ago when you were surrounded by—hey, are you listening to me?!?!"

He hasn't even blinked.

"Look, don't make me kidnap you," I threaten.

…He didn't even blink!

…

…

…

That's it, then.

…

…

I'm going to have to kidnap him.

"I'm going to have to kidnap you," I warn him.

"…"

He still doesn't blink! And his silence is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. If that makes any sense. …I want bread and butter. And a knife. Actually, just a knife.

I flare my nostrils at him.

…No response!?? How can he not crumble under the power of the Threat™, Nostril Flaring©, and Screams™?

I'll really just have to kidnap him, I guess.

…I'll need a golf cart.

:Later:

Well, it's been a day Jim Bob. Yes, that's right; it's been hours since I last wrote in you. Don't worry, my inanimate compadre, I'll fill you in!

"…"

"SHUT UP!" I'm kicking Strings with my foot. Man, he's so… grr… well, I'll tell you what happened.

So, after I last wrote in you, I decided I needed a golf cart. To kidnap Strings, you know.

"I'll be back!" I yelled, shaking my fist at the dumb mime.

So I left. And I went to the Champion Golf Course, where I found Yugi.

"I'm a champion duelist," he was telling people. Of course, they were all golfers, so they didn't care. "Hey!" He tugged on the sleeve of an irritated looking man. "Are you listening to me?"

"No," the man said. If Yugi were a rabbit, his ears would have drooped. Or is that a dog? No, Joey's the mutt… But Yugi as a rabbit is kind of, um, disturbing? Not that I get disturbed by anything. Especially Yugi! I approach the self-proclaimed champion.

"Yugi, I challenge you to golf!" I declared. He looks at me funny.

"Idiot; golf isn't a game. It's a sport," he said disdainfully, before moseying off.

What the…? HEY! He called me an idiot! THIS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED! …Oh, wait, he's already gone. Well, it won't be forgotten!

So… to steal a golf cart.

Why a golf cart, you ask, Jim Bob? Well, just for acting insolent like that, I'm writing against your surface really hard. Idiot! Everyone knows that the funniest, most interesting chases take place when a golf cart is involved! And, seeing as no big Nascar races are held in Japan, and I'm not into the drag racing scene, and I don't have a driver's license anyway, a golf cart is really my only option. I mean, yadonushi-Ryou has a license to drive, but when I drive it's pretty obvious I don't. It's not my fault I hit a lady pedestrian. She was yelling at me, anyway, so she kind of deserved it.

ANYWAY! Golf carts are glorious cars! AND I KNEW THAT I WAS DESTINED TO HAVE ONE, SO THAT I SHOULD KIDNAP STRINGS AND DEMAND A PATHWAY TO GLORY!

And then I saw him by the driving range, and I said:

"Hey, there's Weevil."

Yes, bug boy himself was holding up some baseball bats and carrying them behind some distinguished Japanese baseball player. I don't know why Weevil was a bat boy, (he's more of a bug boy,) and I also don't know why they were there; as I said, it was a golf course, not a baseball diamond.

So… they were getting on a golf cart… and I got another idea on how to make Weevil's life miserable. So I approached them verrry slowly, humming the Mission Impossible theme song. This took too long, though, and they started off before I got there. The theme song is 3 minutes and 28 seconds long, you know, and they only waited around for only a minute, loading the baseball bats onto the cart. …Why does this baseball player need a bat boy when he has a golf cart?

So then I just chased after the golf cart. They were going pretty fast for a golf cart though… amazingly fast. And that's when I knew I'd found the fabled golf cart of the legend.

Sweat trickled down my forehead and (Ra forbid!) through my hair, and my legs ached as I sprinted across the course. Finally I caught up, because I'm super and great like that.

"The line to play this hole is ridiculous!" growled the baseball player. "We've been standing here for over 20 minutes!"

Yes, I caught up because I'm super and great… not because they'd stopped or anything. -.- Moving on… I ran up to Weevil. "Bug boy!" I screamed. The baseball player's eyes widened, and Weevil gulped.

The baseball player narrowed his eyes at our green-haired preteen victim. "Bug boy?" he snarled. "On your resume you wrote you were a bat boy! You're fried!"

"You mean fired?"

"No, I mean fried! I'm a CANNIBAL!"

"Oh no!" Weevil cried plaintively.

And so, while the famous baseball and Weevil ran around in circles, the famous Japanese baseball player's outstretched arms reaching for Weevil so that he could grab him and take him to his deep fryer, I "commandeered" their golf cart and booked it out of there.

Immediately the cops were on my tail.

"You are speeding in a no-speeding zone!" one shouted at me through a loudspeaker.

I was going about 5 miles an hour. They were running after me.

Finally I reached the main road. The speed limit in Mimetown is 5 miles per hour, but I went 20. The police finally reached their cars, and starting after me at the slow clip of 2 mph, because there were pedestrians everywhere. I managed to hit none of them! If Ryou were here, maybe he'd finally let me use his license once in awhile if he could see how responsible I was being.

…Or he might just argue that I'm using the golf cart so I can kidnap a mime. Whatever.

I reached where Strings was perched rather quickly. Parking in front of him, I yelled, "Get in!"

"…" He blinked at me.

"That's really starting to get annoying!" I yelled. Then I realized he had blinked. "Moment! Finally! Come on, get in before I have to carry you!"

His finger twitched. Yes, I thought, he's starting to move!

I could hear sirens behind me. Turning around in my seat I saw that the police were about to turn the corner and catch sight of me. So I hopped out of the cart, grabbed Strings' hands (which there is nothing wrong with), and tugged him from off his perch, placing him in the backseat (I really did have to pick him up and move him back there; he wouldn't move). Then I shooed the small kindergarteners playing next to the cart and making graffiti on it in crayon, and made like a tree, whatever that means. Doesn't "make" mean go to the bathroom, in some contexts? How does a tree do that, anyway?

I'm kind of tired, Jim Bob. So I guess I'll write the rest tomorrow. It got plenty exciting after that, but I'll just leave you in suspense…

Mimes are always exciting. This sounds corny: I don't own the song "Brand New," that Kaiba was singing, but if you review than I will update with a brand new chapter. :)