Ice: You asked for it. I have finally updated Prank War. Thanks to all the uplifting reviews that made me come back from too long a break. I heart each and every one of you. All my reviewers deserve special plushies!

A week after the shower war, things pretty much calmed down for the Doom warriors. Raphael was content with Alister and Valon not fighting so often. Little petty arguements sparked randomly, but nothing major to start a war over. Soon, all that was going to change.

"I'm hungry. Alister, would you please fix me something to eat?" whined Valon for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

"No, and no means no," replied the red-headed teen.

"Raph! Alister is being mean to me and won't fix me lunch!"

"So? You're not a baby. Everyone can cook for himself in this house," Raphael called from the den.

"See?" asked Alister.

"Shut it," complained Valon.

Valon wandered to his room before deciding to find something to eat. Alister took the golden opportunity to go plot in the kitchen. He knew Valon loved his pasta. Pasta involved water and a stove. Mwahaha, this is going to be perfect, thought Alister.

He began experimenting with the stove. Gas stoves showed the flame so all he needed to think of was how to make a bigger flame. Cologne suddenly came to mind. Alister ran to the bathroom with a lighter and began to test his thought. Fireballs shot out from the spray. Grinning evilly, he ran back to the kitchen.

Valon was almost to the kitchen when he heard Alister making a lot of noise. When he walked in he saw Alister leaning over the stove.

"Umm... What are you doing, Al?" he dared to ask.

"Cleaning the stove. It's a mess, have you not seen it?" Alister loved his quick thinking.

"No, but ok..." Valon guessed as he filled a pot with water.

"It's filthy. I just thought I would be nice and clean it right up for you," he continued as he sprayed the cologne all in the air around the would-be flame.

"Well, that's nice of you," he commented as Alister walked out.

Valon was curious about what happened to the stove. It looked the same as before. He poked the knob. Nothing happened. Must be safe, he thought. He turned it. No flame appeared. Huh, that's weird, he wondered. He looked down into the stove and tried it again.

BOOM!

"Alister! What did you do now! I thought I told you to stop making bombs in your room!" screamed Raphael as he walked through the house trying to find Alister.

"Wasn't me!" screamed the reply.

They met up in the hall connecting to the kitchen. They could smell the scent of burnt hair. They looked in. Valon was crouched down in front of the stove.

"Is he dead?" asked Raphael.

"Can I poke him with a stick if he is?"

"No!"

"Aww no fair."

Suddenly Valon twitched. He seemed to be sniffling. He got up and turned towards the two men. They stared in awe. Valon's eyes snapped open showing tears as he screamed.

"Alister! I hate you! You're not my friend anymore! I'm going to show you hell!"

"Aww crap..." was all Alister could get out before he ran.

Raphael stood back as a rabid Valon chased Alister. It would have been alright if it was just a simple game of cat and mouse, thought Raphael, I hope he remembers to show up.

"Al! I've had it up to here with you!" screeched Valon as he threw a chair at the red-head.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please! Have mercy!"

Knock. Knock. Grumble. Bang! Bang!

The door flew open. Yami Bakura stood there looking rather impatient. He glanced at the sight of Alister crouched behind a thrown chair waving a hand-made white flag as Valon stood there wielding the broom of death. He rolled his eyes.

"Did you need a soul stolen or what? No, I don't do house calls either. Takes the fun out of the chase."

"I don't remember calling you..." started Raphael.

"Then why am I wasting my time with you foolish mortals?" he complained as he stormed out.

"Anyone know what that was about...?"

"No...," answered Alister, "But, I think I'm going to lie down for a bit now..."

"I guess I'll finish fixing my lunch...," stated Valon.

"Please tell me they're not going to start a war in the kitchen now", thought Raphael, "I think I need to upgrade our insurance policy."

Ice: So what do you think? Better or worse? I hope for better. I have ideas for 2 more chapters. I'll get started on those in the next few nights. Til then, enjoy! Now edited. Just so everyone knows, quotation thingies and I don't really get along. Commas confuse me to no end so please bare with me.