Rascals R Wee

Chapter 22:

Just as the chibis rounded the corner of the rickety old shed and realized that someone was calling them, they heard a loud stumbling from behind and whirled around simultaneously to see Marik coming after them, hands outstretched and a wild look on his face.

Yami squealed from fright and took off running, Marik and Bakura following his example even down to the squeals of fright.

They turned into the woods, thinking that it would be easier to avoid Marty in a crowded environment rather than out in the open where he could easily snatch them up again. And they were right; Marty, being the oaf that he was, followed them into the thicket and tripped as he ran over shrubs and roots while the chibis could easily duck and rolled under things.

"YAMI!"

"BAKURA!"

"MARIK!"

The yelling in the distance became closer and closer but the chibis could barely register that the ones doing the calling were the undeniable voices of their other halves. Filled with horror at the sounds of a large person grunting and screaming obscenities behind them, they only ran towards the voices, thinking—hoping—that whoever was on the mountain had purer intentions than their pursuer.

"M-Mah legs as tired!" Yami whined as he rain.

"Ya shoulda stretched er something'," Bakura said back at him.

Marik somehow found time to pick up a small stone and throw it at Bakura without missing a beat at running.

"Wat was dat for?"

"For bein' an idiot!"

"Hey—"

"Yer jus wucky dere ain't enough wocks on Earth ta t'row at ya every time ya deserve!"

Yami was amazed at this sudden defense of Marik on his part and was saddened that he couldn't enjoy because right at that moment, Marty seemed to realize that he was getting no where fast and took a large leap of faith, gaining momentum from pushing off of an uprooted bush and sailed through the air. The chibis didn't realize this and only turned around because they didn't hear heavy breathing or stampeding.

If they had waited a second longer and kept running, they would have been twice as scared for hearing this:

"GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Their eyes were as wide as dinner plates when they saw the man hovering in the air but the incident happened too quickly for any of them to react and unfortunately for poor Bakura, he was right in the line of fire. Marty came falling down on top of the tiny thief and smashed him under his great weight.

Marik and Yami were rigid and frightened.

Yami stuttered. "'K-Kura… ya okay…?"

"Okay?" Marik exclaimed. "Dat deserves a wock. He just got SMUSHED!"

Yami began to cry. "'Kura!"

But before the mourning could really begin, Marty, who was laying in a bit of a daze from having hit the ground so hard, began to slid foreword. The ground they had been running on ran at a downward slop until, a few yards ahead, it went from forested to rocky and rough, following the mountain trail.

Yami panicked and Marty shouted as he went foreword, "Holy crap! Someone stop me!"

Marik grabbed Yami's hand and threw the prince on top of Marty's back and launched himself on at the last minute, their added weight giving them enough to go on at an alarming speed.

Marik grabbed two fists full of Marty's hair and pulled them from left to right, using them to steer their vehicle with ease. Yami tugged rapidly on his sleeve. "Mawik, Mawik! 'Kura's still unda dere, we gotta stop!"

"He'll be fine!" Marik called an the wind was blowing against them fiercly as they went to the mountain path. "If he ain't dead already, dat is. If he is, den dere ain't no weal weason to stop, now, is dere?"

Yami gaped. "Yer howible!"

"I know! Don't ya jus love it?"

"Okay, here is good," said Peter as he looked around, surveying the surrounding area as the cameramen and the actors did the same for the sake of doing it. He looked to his assistant and said, "Get Ian to stand over there, we'll enter this scene with—"

"YAMI!"

"BAKURA!"

"MARIK!"

Peter shuddered and whirled his head around to see the hikaris coming up the mountain and still, as they were on the walk up, calling for their yamis. Peter had finally had enough and shouted at them, "Listen! Guys! The fact that you're looking for those kids is really touching, okay, and I'd be fine with it if I were out here filming a family movie but this is Lord of the Rings! So, if you want to stay, do something dramatic and action-packed to get the actors in the mood, otherwise, LEAVE."

Yugi was about to say something but all of a sudden, he heard a scream and looked around. "You guys hear something?"

Little Fruitcake rolled his eyes in Grandpa's direction. 'Please tell me another old fat man isn't going to come jumping out at us again.'

Ryou looked up and pointed. "Look, everyone!"

So they did and their jaws dropped as they saw the tiny forms of Marik and Yami riding on the back of an old, fat man. Marik had gripped his hair in his hands and as they came up to a large rock, Marik yanked back on the fistfuls of hair and the rock was used as a ramp that they went rocketing off of it, coming over it flying twenty feet in the air, overhead of the camera crew and their hikaris.

Peter's assistant looked to him and asked, "Was that action-packed enough?"

"Oh yeah. Maybe we could put that in the movie somewhere…"

The actors were rehearsing their lines a little ways away and Ian was reprimanding the giggling Orlando again.

"I said labor, not labia!"

"Y-You said it! Pahahahaha!"

"Oh for… Where is Johnny Depp when we need him?"

And just then, the rather odd vehicle made of fat man landed with a huge thud right between the two actors and while Orlando yipped and ran to hide behind Peter, Ian raised an eyebrow at two of the little visitors he'd had the night before.

"So, you're back, huh?" he asked.

"Damn wight," Marik said, hopping off. Marty was moaning and groaning from the pain and Yami was sniffling, wiping his tears away form his red face. Marik pushed up some of Marty's body and found a tiny pale hand and took it, pulling out a quite dizzy and bashed but not dead thief.

"How was yer twip?" Marik asked him, a grin pulling at his lips.

"Stinky. Yers?"

"Good. Wight, Yami?"

Yami bawled.

"Now wisten here," Marik said, turning to the man in Wizard's clothing. "We delivered dat wig ta dat pansy wike ya wanted now you owe us a wish."

"Um… but…"

"No buts! We wanna be big again. Dats our wish. Gwant it er I'll give ya fwee swimmin' lessons wid a cement kickboard!"

A few yards away were the hikaris who were at a loss for words. They did, however, manage to see that Marty was starting to recover from his fall and raised his tattered and angry face towards the chibis who had their backs turned.

"We have to save them!" Malik cried.

Grandpa turned to them, "He's a pedophile! He'll never stop as long as they're kids! Change them back!"

Yugi looked shocked. "But, we… they…"

"They're so cute…" Ryou provided, looking at his tiny Bakura longingly.

"I know, I know," Grandpa said soothingly and put his hand on Ryou's shoulder. "But if you love them, you'll let them go."

Malik sighed and raised his millennium rod from his belt loop. "He's right, you know. We don't really know what they did, but we have to try something."

Yugi nodded and Ryou sniffled but they both brought out their millennium items and they began to glow.

Little Fruitcake watched with interest and his soft white tail patted from side to side. 'I wonder what they'll turn into this time. If I'm lucky, maybe mice.'

Marty was up now and made no noise so as to catch them by surprise. Marik and Bakura were getting very mad at Ian and were shouting that they demanded satisfaction. Yami was the only one to look up and notice the shadow looming over them. He let out a scream as he was picked up by Marty.

"I got you now!"

"Nooooooo!" Yami howled and, suddenly, there was the sound of a sonic boom and a cloud of darkness surrounded the people on the mountain. The only sounds after that were that of choking and coughing. A few minutes later when the smoke wasn't so thick or heavy, the hikaris opened their eyes and fanned at the leftovers hanging in the air.

What they saw on the other side was Marty with his big puckered lips covering Yami's mouth. A grown Yami's mouth. His amethyst eyes were wide open and once he realized that his feet were touching the ground and he'd lost the urge to watch the Teletubbies, he reared back and rammed his fist into Marty's fast, sending the older man's head jerking back and knocking him on to the ground.

Marik and Bakura, both back to their regular height and mentalities looked at the spectacle, saying in unison. "Awesome! You really nailed that freak."

They looked at each other.

"We can talk right!"

Yami opened his mouth and said carefully, "I sell seashells by the seashore. Yep! Everything's on the up and up!" Yami turned towards Ian and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Wizard. You really saved us."

"Um… you're welcome…?"

"Yami!"

Upon hearing his name, the prince turned around to see his hikari coming over to him, running actually, at top speed with Ryou and Malik at his side and they jumped onto their respective yamis, crying and shouting both words of happiness and scorn.

"How dare you leave the house without telling me!" Ryou said to Bakura, at the same time bopping him on the nose. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused?"

"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"We owe so much money because of the three of you! We crashed a freaking shuttle!" Malik informed the three yamis.

"Why?" Yami asked.

Yugi narrowed his eyes at the two taller hikaris. "Actually, that was you guys' fault, not theirs."

"It's all the same, isn't it? Come on, let's go." Marik was getting agitated at still being here and wanted to go home, as did the others. They all agreed and said their goodbyes to the cast and crew.

"Listen," Malik turned to Peter, "can we borrow one of those golf carts you people ride around on? We need to get to the docks and walking… well, walking doesn't seem too appealing right now."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go already. We've lost lots of good daylight thanks to you people. Orlando, stop giggling!"

So they left and Yami said a silent goodbye with his eyes to the man he knew had come through for him, the Wizard of Suggestiveness who cross dressed and pretended not to know what in the world was going on.

They made it to the docks by late afternoon and boarded a ship to take them across the sea to Australia and would take a plane from the international airport there in Melbourne. On the boat, Bakura continued to complain to Marik about how he had abandoned he to ride underneath Marty up the mountain.

"That's low, even for you. I thought we were best friends!"

"We were never written in stone."

Bakura blinked. "Oh, screw you!"

"Don't be salted. You got something great out of it."

Bakura and Yami asked, "What?"

"Yeah. One day, when you write your memoirs, you can add a chapter about your adventures riding under fat pedophiles."

Yami shivered.

Malik waved his hands at the three of them. "Lets sort out the details later; they're having a limbo contest below deck! Let's go play!"

Ryou groaned. "What's the point? Yugi always wins."

They all started to shuffle below deck and Yami stayed put on the wooden floors, looking back. He heard his hikari calling out to him and went below after light fog rolled in and hid the sight from him, that fading pink line which was the coast of New Zealand.

The End…

Her Sweetness: Ended. Damn, I am so happy to have it over with! I'm going to get to work resurrecting and finishing a story on my Hiatus list so keep watching my profile and stories, alright?

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