Here's chapter two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Sesame Street.
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The next day, at precisely three o'clock, the three Kaiba brothers were sitting in the den. Seto was typing on his laptop, Mokuba was watching him type, and Noah was doing something very shady with a rubber band, a cigarette, and a lighter.
An abrupt ring of the doorbell pulled them from their activities.
"Who could possibly be ringing our doorbell at three o'clock?" Seto griped, while Noah nursed a rather nasty cigarette burn.
"Yeah, seriously. Who walks around ringing doorbells at three o'clock?" Noah added, putting out the small fire on his pants.
"I'll go get it." Mokuba exited the room. Seto stared at Noah.
"Noah, didn't you learn anything after the pipe incident?" Noah grimaced sheepishly.
Mokuba walked down the hall to the door. It was a very long corridor; he'd been walking for five minutes and he still hadn't reached the door. Then he realized he'd been in such a state of disbelief ("Seriously, three o'clock?") that he hadn't noticed he'd been walking in circles. Mokuba changed direction and aimed himself towards the door.
He wished he had kept up his circular path the minute he opened the door. Standing before him was a clownish woman with obviously dyed pink hair fashioned into an impossibly high beehive, adorned with a dress that made Mokuba wonder how many of Big Bird's relatives had to die for its creation.
"Can I help you?" Mokuba asked. "Find a clown college to apply to," he added mentally.
"My name is Ms. 'Twa-lay,' and I am to be your nanny!" the Big Bird killer twittered, her leg twitching upwards.
"Our….Nanny?" Mokuba asked, wiping the blood out of his ears.
Ms. Toilet didn't seem to have heard him, as she pushed right past him and began down the hall. "Where are the other two?" she inquired. The only answer she received was a collective howl from the neighborhood dogs, one of which had a distinctly Brooklyn accent.
"You know, you really shouldn't barge into people's houses like that," Mokuba started. "Especially at three o'clock."
Again, he was disregarded. Ms. Toilet continued down the hall, Mokuba in tow.
In the den, Seto was afflicted with what could only be described as a mixture of mild annoyance and amusement. Noah had managed to smoke half the rubber band, then set his pants on fire again.
"Don't. Stop. You'll burn yourself—again," Seto deadpanned as Noah finally whipped off his pants and stomped out the flames. The two brothers were interrupted from their diversion by the door flying open to reveal their third and a clown.
"Mokuba, I know you want a girlfriend, but you don't need to go to the circus to find one," Noah quipped, finally putting the cigarette out.
"I'm not his girlfriend, little boy, I'm your nanny!" Ms. Toilet shouted.
Seto and Noah exchanged incredulous looks, then turned back to Ms. Toilet. "No, no, no. See, you've got to be mistaken there. We don't need a babysitter. We can take care of ourselves," Seto responded.
"Well, your father doesn't seem to think so. He's sent me to straighten you out because of your naughty, naughty behavior." Though her volume was moderate, she still managed to set the dogs howling again.
"What 'naughty, naughty behavior'?" Seto demanded.
"This!" Ms. Toilet whipped out the Domino Times. The front page read: "Sesame Street Devastated by Flames. In other news, the recent disappearance of Big Bird and why overhead projectors are offensive."
"Now," she continued, "You are all under my care for the next five hours."
"No, we're not," Noah objected, assuming an authoritative stance. It might have been effective, had he been wearing pants over his heart-covered boxers.
"DON'T YOU BACKSASS ME, PUNK!" When their ears stopped ringing, Seto stepped up to Ms. Toilet.
"I don't care what you or our father think we need, but I can assure you, it's damn well not a loony clown like you in our business." He punctuated his mini-rant with a glare that could cut diamonds.
But it couldn't get through Ms. Toilet's hard head.
"GET IN THE LIVING ROOM AND SHUT UP!" Seto found himself writhing on the floor, clutching his bleeding ears.
"No…more….screaming…" He twitched.
"And you!" She turned to Noah. "Put on some pants!"
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Ms. Toilet marched into the living room. Her three "charges" trudged behind and plopped (yes, even the great Seto Kaiba) themselves onto the couch.
"As punishment for your crimes against public television, pants, and any sort of rules, you will watch three hours of back-to-back Barney," Ms. Toilet instructed.
"The rules can kiss my—" Seto started.
"Shut up and sit down!" Ms. Toilet shrieked.
"But Ms. Toy-let, we're already sitting down," Noah pointed out.
"Don't you backtalk me, Seto!"
Seto assumed the "I didn't do nothin'!" expression more characteristic of Joey. "I didn't even say anything."
"Don't interrupt me, Noah! I'm talking to Seto!" Ms. Toilet hollered.
"We don't even look that much—"
"I said, QUIET SETO!"
"You're getting their names wrong."
"YOU TOO, MOCHA-LATTE!"
Mokuba gawked at her. "Are you on crack?"
"You will all be very, very quiet, and watch THIS FILM!" With that, Ms. Toilet exited the room.
The theme song commenced. The brothers glanced around the room, then at each other.
"Well, she's gone. Let's leave," Seto decided.
They stood and headed for the door.
"Wait one cotton-picking minute! This is our house! Let's kick her out!" Noah suggested.
"You three better be watching that video!"
The high frequency (and volume) of the voice from the hall was too much for Seto and Noah. They passed out, convulsing and drooling on the floor. Fortunately for Mokuba, his thick mass of hair obstructed his ears, protecting them from that banshee's utterances.
He was about to call the paramedics (actually, he realized that his brothers would be fine in just a few minutes) when he heard very shrill whispering in the hallway. He slunk over to the door, put his ear to it, and listened.
"Hurr hurr hurr!" Her voice scraped the chalkboard of Mokuba's ears. "All I need do is subdue the three boys and in less than a week, Gozaburo Kaiba will be mine, all mine!" She suddenly jerked her head up. "What was that? I smell….Febreeze…" She swiped a finger under her arm and sniffed.
Mokuba missed this most delightful scene, as he had ducked back into the living room. "'Mine?' What could she mean by that?"
He peered down and wiped a droplet of drool off of Noah's mouth with a tissue.
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Maybe she'd be nicer if they didn't keep messing up her name.