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Rascals R Wee
Chapter 19:
The high-pitched scream came from the pocket and a golden light surrounded them, blinding the hikaris and when the light subsided, the darkness of the night returning, the man and his mysterious coat were both gone and what had replaced them was a white ball of fur, settled and coughing in Malik's arms.
Yugi rubbed his eyes and squinted. "L-Little Fruitcake?"
The kitten looked up to see Malik and then peered around his arm to see Yugi and Ryou. 'Hey, we've been looking all over for you!'
"How in the world did you get here? I thought you were back at the house with Grandpa. He's not here too, is he?"
'That foolish old man made me come here,' the kitten informed. 'I think we should kick him out of the house.'
Yugi seemed to ignore this and looked to his companions. "Grandpa must be here, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Ryou said.
'Yami and the others are here, too! At the filming of the Lord of the Rings movie site!' Little Fruitcake was practically screeching now, trying to get some attention.
"You know what," said Malik, "I bet our yamis are here, too."
'I JUST said that!'
"They must be. Come on, we have to get to them. Maybe Little Fruitcake can show us the way."
"Can you do that?" Yugi asked, looking at the kitten Malik had just set down.
'I'm not a dog, I don't—'
"Great!" Yugi pointed his hand to the sky, "Let's go then!"
'Grr, why is everyone so stupid?'
Over in the camping grounds of the filming crew and cast, the yamis made their way without incident to the trailer at the end of the row. The Wizard's instructions were rather simple and as they waked on the springy grass, Bakura made an observation.
"Y'know," he said, playing with the wig, "dis task to get our wish doesn't seem too hard. Put a wig in a guy's twailer. Wats da big deal?"
"Maybe it's sometin' we cwant undastand."
"Or maybe dat guy's jus nuts," Marik opted.
"Mawik!" Yami looked at him sharply. "Dun bite da hand dat feeds you."
"Was Malik got ta do wid dis?"
Yami groaned.
"Wook, here we are!" Bakura pointed to the trailer and ran ahead with the wig covering his silver locks. Marik and Yami followed him to the window. Yami was about to take the wig away from the thief but Bakura tilted his head away. "Lemme do it," he said.
Yami and Marik exchanged looks. "Wat? Why?"
"C'mon, it only takes one person. You guys support me, I'll crawl in an' put it inside and den crawl out. Easy-peasy."
"Yeah, but…" Yami tried to think of a nice way to put his thoughts.
"You'll screw it up," Marik said, not hesitating.
"No, I won't!"
Yami looked at him sympathetically.
Bakura whined, "Twust me!"
Marik shook his head. "'Kura, yer mah fwiend so I jus tought I should tell ya dat yer dumber dan a bag uh peanuts. You'll wake 'em up er set da twailer on fire er sometin'."
Bakura, now clearly insulted, turned away from Marik and jumped on Yami's head. From there, he grabbed onto the sill and lifted up the window, putting one leg in and then the other. He spared his companions one last look and said, "If I dun make it t'rough dis, tell my hikawi… I said hewo." And with that, he slid inside.
Inside the trailer, Bakura slid off the sill and immediately landed on a slippery rim of the toilet and, losing his balance, he fell backwards into the toilet bowl, splashing water out and onto the floor. In a second, his blonde and silver head popped up, soaking wet. He sighed and lifted one leg out and then the other.
When he hit the ground, his little sneakers were soggy as was the rest of him. He heard a whispered from the window and heard Yami's voice asking, "'Kura? You okay in dere? We tought we heard a spwash."
"Yeah, I'm fwine, I'm jus cobered in piss."
"… Um…"
Bakura rolled his eyes and squinted to map out the darkness. Unfortunately, he couldn't see very far. The only light in the vicinity was the square that came from the moon shining through the window and so he treaded cautiously.
Suddenly, walking on the carpet, he heard light sounds. He looked back towards the window and it registered that it wasn't Yami or Marik so he looked foreword and realized the sounds were coming from in the room. Bakura walked foreword a little more, thinking the sounds were familiar and he was right upon the source when it dawned on him that they were snores.
He saw the shadow of the bed's comforter on the floor. He followed it around to the head of the bed and heard the sounds even louder.
'Dis must be da guy I'm not supposed ta wake up,' he thought and, determinedly, felt around and found a bedside table.
Climbing upon it, he was careful not to make too much noise or slip on his wet clothes. He made it to the top of the wooden nightstand and walked two steps past what he felt was a lamp, a box of tissues and a big bottle of hand lotion. He bent over and felt a small space between the bed and the table and made a tiny leap for it.
Bakura almost fell backwards but caught himself at the last minute and fell foreword instead, crawling around the large figure in the bed. The snores grew disturbed and Bakura was afraid for a split second that he was going to awaken but he only shifted a bit and the snores continued normally.
Bakura smiled to himself and delicately took off the golden wig sorrowfully. He said softly, "Been fun, buddy. Maybe I'll get a bwond wig wike you one day for mahself." And with that, he set it down on the chest of the man sleeping.
Just as he was about to walk away and slide down the comforter, the bed jiggled and the light flashed on. Bakura gasped and looked up, seeing at man with curly brown hair and a fair complexion sitting up in bed with his hand on the lamp switch. The man apparently had no shirt on and was holding up the quilt to his collarbone with his free hand.
They starred at each other for a moment before they both broke out in shrill screams.
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU!" he shouted and without waiting for an answer, he kicked and screamed some more, catapulting Bakura off the bed and with a thud, the boy hit the ground.
"WAAAAHHHHHH!" Bakura screamed and, because of his wetness from the toilet, kept slipping all over himself.
Outside the trailer, Marik turned to Yami and said, "I towd you he'd screw it up! But ya nevah listen ta me, do ya? Nope, wet's jus ignore Mawik eben t'ough he's ALWAYS WIGHT!"
Yami sighed.
Bakura managed to get himself together long enough to roll up his pant legs and while he did this, the man in the bed was still screaming his head off. The white-haired thief made it back to the toilet and climbed on top, narrowly escaped slipping on the seat and pulled himself up and over the sill, falling on top of Marik.
"Howy cwap," Marik moaned from beneath Bakura. "Get off me!"
Bakura was panting wildly but did as the Egyptian said. "S-Sowwy 'bout dat. But, hey, I did it!"
"Yeah, you did it awright, ya woke dat guy up an' ya smell like you went swimmin' in a toilet!"
"I kinda did."
"Oh, for Ra's sake!"
Yami shrugged his shoulders. "Da wig's in, wets jus go."
The three of them were much too tired to go back to the Wizard's trailer seeing as how it must have been around three in the morning by then. The man whose trailer Bakura had infiltrated stopped screaming a few minutes later and so they camped out behind there, and slept in relative peace until morning.
They were woken when the hustle and bustle of the crew began and the cast emerged from their trailers. The boys got up just as the people were leaving the grounds and everyone had already had breakfast as they could see from the plastic utensils and paper plates dirtied under the covering where their meals were taken.
"Wah! We're wate! Wets go, wets go!" Marik urged, getting the boys up.
Yami yawned loudly with his eyes still closed and reached around like he was searching for something. "Howd on… lemme bwush mah teef first…"
"Wha? No, we don't hab time!" Marik did a little pee-pee dance.
Bakura got up and bent down, stretching out his legs and arms. He leaned to the side, saying, "One, two, t'ree, four. One, two, t'ree, four."
Both Yami and Marik looked at him.
"Wat?" he asked. "Ryou says dat ta keep mahself firm, I gots ta do aerobics every day."
"Wat kinda house do you come fwom?" Marik asked, then said. "No, neber mind, I dun wanna know. Can we jus go pwease?"
"But I feel nasty," Yami complained.
"An' ya wook it, too," Marik said, showing no sympathy. "Now, wets go."
A little ways away, the cast and crew were setting up for their next big scene and Peter, the director, was sitting behind one of the cameras, situating it for the shot and giving orders to the other cameramen on which filters to use.
"Is everyone in costume?" he asked aloud. Random people answered in the positive. He nodded that this was well and then a light bulb flashed above his head and he thought of Orlando and the ordeal with his wig. "Orla—" before he even got the word out, Orlando was running over to him, mowing over the other actors.
"Peter, Peter!" he exclaimed when he reached the man. "Look!" He held up something that looked like a matted, yellow cat.
Peter blinked. "That your wig?"
"Uh-huh!"
"That's great, where'd you find it?" He paused. "And why does it smell like piss?"
"A badger came into my trailer in the middle of the night and left it on my bed. I don't know why it smells this way though. I'm guessing it's the smell of wild animals."
"… A badger?"
"That's right," he smiled.
"… Alright, I'm not even going to bother. Just go get the wig put on and we'll start shooting."
Orlando raised his hand to his head in a salute. "Yes, my captain!"
"Don't call me that."
"Okay, Peter…" and he sulked away.
On his way to costumes, Viggo called over to Peter, "You're not going to let him wear that on set, are you? It stinks!"
"Oh, stop whining! Honestly, it's like this is a freaking nursery school! I knew I should have hired Johnny Depp."
Viggo pouted and turned away.
TBC…
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