WD: Look at me, actually updating without making my wonderful readers wait 3 months! I think I deserve a cookie.

Yami and Marik watched as Bakura eyed the phone Marik had given him for a second before dialing a number, making sure the phone was on the speaker setting so all three could hear.

"Hello?" A tired voice answered. Aw, the unfortunate creature had probably been sleeping.

"Is Mrs. Hawkins available?"

Bakura let an evil grin cross his face as he heard a small yawn.

"Just a second."

After a short wait, someone else picked up the phone.

"Yes?"

"Hello, Mrs. Hawkins. I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour but I've just heard some very disturbing news."

"What's the problem?" Mrs. Hawkins sounded a little more alert now.

"Well, my son is a classmate of your daughter Rebecca. Before we get into anything I'd like to know: Is Rebecca potty trained?"

"Who is this?" Was that irritation Bakura heard in her voice?

"This is Howard Rivers."

"Well Howard, my daughter is potty trained."

"How long has she been potty trained?"

"She's been potty trained for several years now. What exactly is the meaning of this?"

"Well my son came home with a problem and not for the first time mind you. This is the second or third time he's told this. He told me that your daughter, Rebecca, keeps peeing on him."

"What? Are you sure you have the right child?"

"Yes, I-"

"No no no, you can't have the right child because Becca is potty trained!"

"Evidently not because she's pottying on other people!"

"No, my sweetheart doesn't pee on anyone! If this was a re-occurring problem the school would be calling me not you! My baby doesn't go around peeing on people!"

"You daughter's been peeing on my son!"

"Maybe your child's peeing on mine! Maybe you've got it backwards because Becca is potty trained! Who the hell are you?"

"I am the parent of the child that is being peed on!"

"And who the hell told you Rebecca is peeing on other kids?"

"My son!"

"Well your son is a LIAR! Rebecca doesn't pee on people!"

"You aren't with her all day long. How do you know-"

"Your child is a DAMN LIAR!"

"My little angel has been smelling like pee and he says that wench keeps peeing on him!"

"BECCA DOESN'T PEE ON PEOPLE! Maybe your kid is peeing on himself!"

"No, he's not!"

"Maybe he's getting in Becca's way or something 'cause your son's stupid or something!"

"DON'T YOU CALL MY SON STUPID!"

"TELL YOUR SON TO STAY OUT OF HER WAY!"

"If she pees on my baby boy again, I will come to the school and kick her little ass myself!"

"Oh no the hell you won't!"

"You're right, I won't. If my boy gets peed on again, I'm gonna pee on you, bitch!"

"Listen up, Fucker! Fuck with my child and I will fuck up your face!"

"I'm not wrong here! Rebecca is!"

"NO SHE'S NOT! SHE DOESN'T PEE ON ANYONE!"

"ALL I KNOW IS MY SON HAD BETTER NOT COME HOME SMELLING PEE AGAIN!"

"MISTER DO NOT MAKE ME HAVE TO KNOCK YOUR FUCKING TEETH OUT!"

CLICK!

Bakura grinned with satisfaction as Marik and Yami howled with laughter.

They found their enjoyment at the expense of others cut short, however, when an angry voice cut through the air.

"Why the hell are you fuckers making so much damn noise?"

Marik grinned at his irate hikari.

"Prank calls, Muffin," Bakura said nonchalantly.

"You three have no fucking reason to be some damn loud if all you're doing is pissing people off over the phone!"

The yamis laughed at Malik's words. That lady had been "pissed off" alright.

"You shouldn't have gone to bed anyway. Stay down here and cause trouble with us," Marik suggested.

Malik glowered at the three of them. Option 1: Kick the asses of all three yamis (he was the only hikari who was able to do so) and force them to take their sorry butts to bed. Option 2: Stay awake and help the yamis cause problems for innocent people, which would probably be a helluva lot of fun.

The three yamis cheered as Malik sighed and flopped down on the floor between Marik and Yami. Bakura tossed him the phone from across their small circle.

Malik glanced down at the phone.

'Here we go,' he thought, dialing the number of someone he'd been wanting to fuck with for a while now.