Title: Stranger things have happened

Author: Sakura Takanouchi

Summary: "It's not acting- I really do hate you," she spat. "We have to follow the script," Seto reminded her. "Eventually, your character falls in love with me." He smirked at her shocked expression. "I wonder, will you be acting then?" Setoxwho?

A/N: THANKS to everyone who is supporting this, whether by reviewing, story alerting, or simply reading and enjoying, I am so grateful to all. I shall immortalize you all in an epic poem…hey, where'd you all go?

Disclaimer: They tried, but I just couldn't accept ownership of YGO. I only own my incandescently brilliant plot, and the plot of the equally scintillating movie-within the plot.

Chapter Six: Honest as Loaded Dice

Kako had a gleam in her eye to match his own. Mokuba knew that she was right. They were the perfect duo for this movie. It couldn't be anyone else. Mokuba threw a sideways glance at Kako. They both sighed in union. Now if only they knew that.

Mokuba looked at the girl, now stuffing her face with chocolate-chip cookies. "When do you think the best time would be to tell her?"

"Hmmm." Kako pondered this, turning it over slowly in her head. "Why don't I take Serenity, and you take Kaiba, and we see what sort of battle we're up against."

Mokuba struck the classic disgruntled Kaiba pose. "Yeah, you get the easy one."

"How easy will it be once they learn that they both have to act the leads in a romantic comedy movie!" Kako hissed, not wanting to draw anyone's attention. "They will be almost as angry at us as they are at each other!" She caught herself after that, smiling triumphantly. "Mokuba, we are geniuses!"

He quirked an eyebrow. He wasn't so sure this was a 'Eureka' moment, but hey…

"If they're angry at each other, then that can only mean one thing."

"And what would that be, genius?"

"Simple," Kako explained. "They're intrigued. They want to meet each other again, I'm sure of it." Mokuba smiled, catching on quickly.



"We're just helping them along." Watching the pair again, a disastrous thought crossed Mokuba's mind, but for only an instant. 'Either that or we're condemning ourselves…'

Serenity was standing by the refreshment table, eating as if it were going out of style. Each bite she took seemed to calm her down more- after a plateful of food she felt like she could talk to someone without snapping at them. But that man…ugh!

Everything that she had heard about him had been true. He was stubborn, and mean, and arrogant to the point of conceited. He took offense at the smallest of things…although it had been kind of fun to push his buttons during the audition. She was almost glad at Mokuba for going away from the script. 'Probably to see how well I can improvise…'

"Hey, Serenity, how are you doing?" Kako's sudden appearance made Serenity jump, nearly knocking over her plate.

"Oh! I'm fine. Just got lost in my thoughts a little," Serenity brushed cookie crumbs from her face as she spoke, an overly cheery smile on her face.

"That's good." Kako studied her friend, wondering whether it was just nerves or something more. "Can you come with me please? I'd like for us to talk a little bit about the movie." Serenity followed her out of the soundstage and into a small hallway, a different one from where she entered. An unoccupied office was the second door on the right; they entered and Kako shut the door behind them.

Two comfortable looking leather armchairs graced a corner of the room and they moved towards them, sinking into the chairs with contented sighs. The half-finished plate of food rested on a wooden end table close by.

"Serenity." Kako began, slowly, noticing how Serenity was fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes darting around the room. "Mokuba and I have been discussing what we thought about your audition and, I must say, we were very impressed. Even though Mokuba made a complete mess out of that scene—"

'Seto included,' Serenity silently added to the tally,

"—You did a wonderful job with Shizuka's character. She is certainly somebody who stands up for what they believe in, even against someone as scary as Seto Kaiba." Kako's last comment sent chills running up Serenity's spine. 'If I wasn't so sure Kaiba's pride would never let him admit he acted, I'm sure I would be in trouble down the road for practically insulting him to his face. Scratch that. I did insult him to his face.'

"We would like to have you meet with the other actors to gauge their opinions of you. We want everyone to work together well."

Serenity nodded. This made sense. "Is everyone here? Have they all been cast already?"



"All of the supporting roles have been cast. The contest was solely to find the two leads in the movie. As of now, we're still searching for one. Mostly girls have signed up for the audition." Kako abruptly rose from her chair. "Come on! Let's go meet people! They're nice, I promise." Serenity giggled, following Kako out of the office and down the rather lengthy hallway. Once there, they ran into Mokuba, who looked suspiciously like he was trying to hide.

"Hey, Mokuba, would you mind taking Serenity up to the multipurpose room; the supporting cast is hanging out in there, ok?" Mokuba looked relieved, and taking Serenity by the hand, proceeded to lead her down another hallway. Kako smiled, having done her good deed for the day, realized that she had to be in the board room for a meeting, and started for the elevators.

They followed the hallway through twists and turns until it dead-ended with a large common room. Serenity knew she was in the corner of the building; uncovered windows let light stream into the room, making it bright and airy. Several people were gathered there, chatting animatedly in the center of the room. Two men and one woman were grouped there, and they stopped talking as Mokuba entered, followed closely by Serenity.

"Hey guys, I want you to meet Serenity. We're considering her for the role of Shizuka." She motioned with her arm for Serenity to step forward. She did, with a tentative smile.

"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Yami Atemu." The first man to speak had a very unusual appearance: tri-color hair in a wild hairstyle, unusual crimson eyes, and was wearing all black, even though it was summer. She accepted his proffered hand and gave it a firm shake. The man seemed to be visibly and tangibly self-aware of his own coolness. He smirked at Serenity, once again radiating confidence. Serenity gave a slight smile. He seemed interesting, someone whom it would take a while to get to know better.

"Meet my friend Isis…" Isis reclined her head in greeting, her strangely scrutinizing gaze making Serenity want to use Yami as a shield. Serenity's smile remained frozen on her face as she tried to inconspicuously figure out the best escape route just in case she needed to make a quick exit. Isis' presence dominated the room; she had a flawless sort of beauty, where everything looked almost too fixed. She wore a flattering sandy-colored dress and wore her long hair down. She pursed her lips, but still remained silent. 'This is awkward…'

"And Serenity—"

He was interrupted by the last man, moving so he stood directly in front of Serenity. His eyes shone with sincerity. "We need no introduction, Yami. Because, fair maiden, you have come straight from my dreams…"

He gently took Serenity's hand and kissed it. "My sweet Serenity, my name is Duke Devlin. I finally get to meet you at last…" She could have sworn she saw a vein pop on Yami's temple, but chalked it up to his hair getting in his face. She blushed despite herself as Duke continued to hold her hand, gently massaging it.



"Can it, drama queen." Yami took Duke's shoulders and none-too-gently shoved him away from her. "She's not your anything." With an elegant toss of his head, Yami smiled apologetically at Serenity. "I'm sorry, I suppose I'm just practicing for my role. I do feel the need to protect you from his ludicrous advances."

"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, but thank you all the same" Serenity reminded, smiling. She liked them. Dashing Yami, silent Isis, and even chivalrous Duke. For a brief moment she wondered if they all used stage names, but decided against asking. It would be rude.

Yami continued to talk to her and ask her questions. Duke, forgotten, looked sheepishly at Mokuba. "Although it seems pointless to ask, what do you think of her?"

"What don't I think of her?" Duke replied dreamily, a contended smile on his face. After a moment, his tone became much more serious. It was as if he was becoming a different person, his whole demeanor was intense. "This is the first one you've brought to us. Is she the one you've decided on?"

"I wanted all of us to decide that."

Duke surveyed the group. "Yami and I obviously would want nothing else. Isis will not speak of her until she has seen Serenity act- they are supposed to be good friends on screen, right? I have faith in Serenity. She seems made to play this role." He saw his Serenity laugh, probably from some joke that Yami said. He could practically hear his subconscious seething. He winked at Mokuba. "Time to get back into the fight!" He strode over to Serenity, again to confess his undying love for the poor girl.

Mokuba laughed softly at the scene. Yes, Serenity would do perfectly. It was as if everyone had accepted her already…well, everyone except Isis, but then again, she had a superiority complex. He turned to go, frowning at his wrist watch. With all of the excitement, he had nearly forgotten the reason he had called his brother here to begin with. A final meeting between all the members of his team, to decide matters and to sign contracts. This was tedious, why did he have to have everything on the same day? Well, at least the most important thing was decided.

Seto's words still rang through his ears as Mokuba stepped into the elevator. He had tried to force a brotherly heart-to-heart after Kako and Serenity had left, but Seto had shaken him off with every attempt.

"Mokuba…" Seto started, as his younger brother sidled up to him. "I swear, I am never coming inside this building again." Mokuba tried to read his brother's expression, he was hiding something.

"Seto! Fine, we'll hold our board meetings at KaibaCorp, how about that? All of us creative and eclectic actor-types, wreaking havoc in your office, then." He smiled at the involuntary shudder that shook Seto's frame. "Afraid it'll rub off on you?"



"Mokuba…" Seto's voice was low and dangerous. He eyed his brother curiously. 'Why is he so interested? What's his motive?' Sighing, he decided not to push the issue. What Mokuba failed to draw out was that Seto was confused. Someone known for being ruthless, tyrannical, control-freaky, suddenly did not know what to do. Everything felt foreign. It had happened when he had shut the fake door on the soundstage. There was a set of cement stairs behind the door, and he had shut the door softly and reclined on the steps. He wasn't going to slam it; he was more of a gentleman than that. Suddenly, a wave of something hit him. It was as if he had been punched in the stomach while sparring. All at once, he wanted to let out a loud laugh. He did it! He proved that stupid girl wrong, he was able to take that skeleton of a part the noisy screenwriter had made and given a performance he was (as of now) not ashamed of.

Acting? He had to act all of the time. At business meetings, he acted like he was going to listen to the other board members. At the corporate function two weeks ago, he had acted like he enjoyed the event, and he had thought he did a good job of not acting too satisfied when Mokuba told him that tomorrow's lunch was his turn to pick the restaurant. But what had just happened was completely different.

What value was there in a stage introduction? Technically, they hadn't even been introduced, and yet she dared…? He couldn't care less about that little slip of a girl. He couldn't quite tell, or remember the script well enough, whether she didn't like him, or her character had issues with his character. It was excessively complicated, but it made no difference.

Seto's thoughts zoomed to when she had informed him, quite tenaciously, of her dislike for him. Well take a number, girl! You're just one of thousands, an annoying little fly that with just one swat, can be wiped out. He smirked in satisfaction.

Now it had bothered him when she called him arrogant. Why couldn't people get over the way he was painted…in the shadow of his late 'father'. They only saw him as a miniature tyrant, grown up, and now with even sharper horns. People needed to step back to see the big picture. Both KaibaCorp and himself were growing through experience and were doing positive things for Domino, and the gaming industry in general. It seemed impossible. He had stopped trying to waste his time on it long ago. Let them steep in their own stupidity.

These conflicting, contradicting thoughts continued to swirl around him even as he talked to Mokuba. This was the first time that he was able to glimpse the life his brother lead every day, and even though he preferred his own any day, he couldn't help the feeling of escape he got as he had sat on those cheap prop chairs and drank his soda. Other things hadn't mattered. It felt oddly…relaxing.

Mokuba couldn't help noticing Seto was lost in his own thoughts, and decided to excuse himself, leaving his brother in the soundstage. Seto only registered the quieting footsteps of his brother before realizing that he was grasping at straws to figure out how to get to the boardroom. Cursing rather loudly, he exited after his brother and instead ran into that screenwriter. Realizing they were headed for the same place, he thanked his good fortune and silently accompanied her to the board room.

A stroll through hallways and a quick elevator ride down led Mokuba to the office where his team had met previously. He noticed everyone was there, waiting for him—whether patiently or not-quite-so.

Kako was tapping her pencil lightly on the table and Seto was glaring daggers at him. The rest of his team sat silently, shuffling papers or texting under the giant boardroom table. Mokuba laughed awkwardly, trying to break the tension. "So, team, are we ready to do this?"

He was met with murmurs of assent and the clicking shut of those cell phones. Mokuba took a deep breath, let it out, and launched into the meeting.

"So, we've already gone over most of what needs to happen in the pre-production stage of filming. Yesterday, we booked the spot for location, and most of the other scenes will be filmed right here, in the studio. We decided to outsource our film editing, and we've put on a crew to do that once we finish filming. With that said, we have one major roadblock."

Kako was looking at him inquisitively. Mokuba's piercing look told her to save it, and he continued his speech nervously. "We have casted actors for all of the roles apart from the male lead- the open auditions drew a large, em…female crowd, and most of the men who auditioned had little to no acting experience. We're currently scouting, but…"

"Oh, come on!" Kako found her feet and glared around the table, stopping on Mokuba. "We're probably looking in all of the wrong places! How hard can it be to find a twentysomething, super mega-hot business executive type on such short notice? We're living in Domino, after…all…"

Her voice faded away as the bored looks of their team turned to expressions of intense interest. Kako noticed, however, that they weren't directed at all towards her. Heads turned until two dozen eyes were locked on to the person sitting next to her- the man who fit her description perfectly. She found her chair, scooting it a little way away from him. Seto Kaiba was going to kill her… She didn't resume tapping the pencil, but she figured she could use it as a weapon just in case things got ugly.

It took Seto only moments longer to realize what was happening. Would those people just blink already! He began to viciously stare down everyone at their table who was looking at him as if he was some sort of test subject. Kako's words slowly filtered down through his brain. Everything clicked.

Oh hell no…

This was bad. Damn Mokuba for bringing him in here! He glared at his brother, who gave a half-shrug in his direction, trying but failing to hide the determined gleam in his eyes. When did the room ever feel this small? He did not like the direction that this was going in.

"Seto, she has a point. Maybe it's just that, we're looking in the wrong places?"Mokuba's voice spread around the room like molasses. He needed the team on his side. Sweeten the deal a little. "Do 

you have any ideas?" The silence in the room was deafening, and everyone's attention was focused on Seto, watching and waiting, fascinated.

"I know you're talking about me, so you can just drop the act!" Seto glared defiantly at his brother. "I have my own company to run, I couldn't possibly—"

"Take time off in the least busy season of your industry?" Mokuba smiled sweetly. "I've seen the stats, don't use that against me. Its summer and we'll film around your schedule. Just think of how much a movie can improve your image! You yourself said—"

"I offered to help produce, I said nothing about…"

"Sorry, brother, but there you're wrong." Seto's stunned expression merely caused Mokuba's grin to widen. "I'll help with the movie in any way I can," Mokuba reiterated in his best Seto Kaiba impersonation. Kako stifled a giggle, this was perfect! Seto looked like he barely believed what was going on. "I have it in writing; you can't deny that you didn't say it. Any way you can. Well, I'm calling it in. We don't want your money, our budget's solid. Hell, we can even screw the bet—"

"What bet?" Kako asked. The others in the room fidgeted nervously or whispered amongst themselves.

"Just something between brothers," Seto answered, a wicked grin slowly forming on his face. Kako scooted her chair over a little more. "Alright, Mokuba? You want me, and now you've got me. I just wonder if maybe you're gambling a little too much…think of your company…"

"I am thinking, that's why we're casting you," Mokuba replied, not backing down. "The fact that THE Seto Kaiba is in our movie will draw a lot of people alone. The character gets to be moody and angry half of the time, and we know you can pull that off. What? Just stating the obvious…"

Kako made a tsk-ing sound with her tongue. "This is getting out of hand. Kaiba, I think I get it. If you don't think that you can do it, just say so, and we'll drop it, I promise…" Seto's hand darted towards her, yanking the writing instrument from her hands. "What was that for?" She complained.

"Give me the contract; I'll sign it right now." Seto glared disdainfully at the screenwriter's cries of "Sheesh! You probably gave me splinters when you grabbed that thing…" He turned to Mokuba, an edge of finality in his voice. "I'm not going to back down. I'm a man of my word, and I guess I'll have to wrench your little school project here out of the shadows and into—"

"Fine then! Sign here, here, initial there, and full signature at the bottom." Yanking her pencil back, she handed him a ballpoint pen. Seto understood; contracts had to be signed in ink. But something was wrong, he reasoned, this was happening too quickly. He still couldn't shake the suspicion that this was some sort of setup. He signed every line on the page after giving the list a cursory glance. He would have his lawyer look it over for possible loopholes just in case he couldn't take working with these people.



Seto couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. The gleam in Mokuba's eyes hadn't left yet. What was going on? He hardly had a moment to consider before Mokuba was calling an end to the meeting. Chairs were being pushed backwards and people were chatting as they left. Mokuba was already standing over Seto's shoulder, smiling boyishly. "Don't you want to meet your costars?"Seto nodded numbly, following his brother. Kako gave some excuse about tidying up the office; she seemed to expect a war scene to break out in the multipurpose room and wanted to stay clear of the blast zone.

Seto wanted to curse the person who designed this building. It only furthered the feeling of being trapped. It seemed as if they were wandering aimlessly. This was trying his already thin patience. Eventually he sensed that they had reached their destination. He heard voices and laughter coming from the room at the end of the ridiculously long corridor. Mokuba opened the door and entered. Seto followed, his reserve almost cracking at the sight before him.

The two men already in the room had the strangest hairstyles he'd ever seen- and in his line of business, he'd thought he'd seen it all. The one with the colorful hair was trying, and failing, to hold back his laughter. The other man was kneeling before a very irritatingly familiar figure. Her sundress captured the sunny feel of the room, what with the picture windows giving him a view of the entire city. Her presence in the room immediately made him more annoyed with everything. From what he understood of the screenplay, the last person on earth he wanted casted opposite him was Serenity. The last woman in the room was immediately alerted to his presence and eyed him interestedly but said nothing, as if made of stone.

He wished they were filming this. The man on his knees was protesting something, his hands grasping Serenity's, his voice pleading. It was pathetic how he kept at it in that way.

"What don't you get? No means NO!"Serenity's voice was strained with frustration.

"No?"

Yes!"

His head shot up hopefully. "Yes?"

"NO!"

"Are we interrupting?" Mokuba said cheerily. They strode towards the group. Seto could have sworn he heard an "Oh, thank goodness…" from that girl, but withheld a comment.

"Mokuba! Hi!" Serenity turned around to greet them, but her relieved expression vanished when she was met with twice the trademark Kaiba smirk than she had anticipated. "You guys should come with a warning label…" She muttered.

"I've got one!" Duke replied, desperately trying again. His voice pitched seductively, "Would you like to see it?"



Nobody got a chance to respond for Yami had moved, swiftly delivering a punch to the side of Duke's head. Duke promptly fell over, unmoving.

"There's his label," Mokuba snickered, noticing the bright red mark on the actor's face.

"Why did you do that?" Serenity admonished, gasping at the sight.

"He had it coming." Yami brushed his hands off, frowning to match Serenity's. She couldn't deny that reason, so she switched her attention to what was nagging her. What was Seto doing here? She was getting a headache just thinking about him.

"What are you doing here anyways? Aren't you done here?"

With that, Mokuba grinned. "Serenity, Yami, Isis, Duke…meet your new co-star. We just cast him- my brother, Seto Kaiba." He expected a more vocal response, and he got it.

"YOU DID WHAT?"

Serenity's face was slowly turning the color of her hair. Seto smirked; for once, her anger was directed at someone other than himself. She looked angry and confused. "Spill it, Mokuba. Why did you bring me here? Why did you cast him, and you haven't said a word of it to me? I don't understand."

"You haven't signed the contract yet?" Seto asked, his eyes shining in mirth at her frustration. Did she think that she was more important to the movie than he was? Now he understood why they were in such a large room; they needed sufficient space for everyone's egos.

"Do you still want to do it?" Mokuba's voice was soft. He laid a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. He wanted her to want this role; motivation would be a necessary drive in order to deal with his brother.

"Of course I do," Serenity replied, instantly feeling better and calming down. "And I'm not going to let anyone stop me from doing what I want to do."

"Fine then," Mokuba said, relieved. "Come with me."

Mokuba motioned for everyone to follow him out of the room. They trooped out, all but Duke, Serenity following dutifully behind Mokuba. Seto's eyes were on the pair the whole journey back to the office. He didn't say anything, and she had blown up- at him! And with one simple sentence, she had calmed down, and was doing what he asked! Women…he would never understand them, especially this one.

The contract lay undisturbed on the table of the office, where it had been left when Seto signed it. Kako was nowhere to be found. They all huddled around as Serenity took the same pen in her fingers and turned to her respective page of the contract. She initialed as she read, frowning at the withdrawal clause and adding a flourish to the nondisclosure clause statements. At the bottom of the page, on a wide black line, she signed her name: Serenity Wheeler.



As she leaned back to admire her work, dark laughter cut through the comfortable silence. She turned to face its source, confused. Seto still hadn't torn his gaze from the document, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched onto his features.

"I've only met one other Wheeler. Tell me, little Serenity, do you have a brother?"

"Seto, now is not the time," Mokuba hissed through clenched jaws.

Serenity gasped. His eyes were so angry- he was probably furious for being kept in the dark for so long. But she couldn't quite wrap her mind around really why he was so angry. So what if he was roped into working with the little sister of someone he hated? As far as she knew, after high school, they hadn't exactly kept up the acquaintance. So why did it matter? Was he really that petty? But no matter what, she wasn't going to give the man who tormented her brother the satisfaction of tormenting her as well. No matter how dangerous double-crossing him was. She held her chin up high. "I'm not little."

"Enjoy that feeling now while it lasts, Serenity," he said, his voice dangerously edged. "Because you've got nothing going for you now."

"You have some nerve!" She cried, shaking with anger. "What does it even matter? All it shows is that what goes around, comes around! You try and mess with me, and I'll make your life so miserable…"

Yami stood back as he watched the barbs fly. "They really are perfect for this…" he mumbled.

"Exactly!" Serenity's eyes shone triumphantly, jumping on that subject. "Kaiba, even though I've only heard negative things about you, I wanted to give you a chance. But after everything that's happened today, I think that the world's got you exactly right!" She was gathering steam now. "Even though we'll have to work together, it won't be acting- I really do have you," she spat. "At least we know that the performances will be realistic!"

"We'll have to follow the script, true," Seto reminded her. "But that one scene is all that you've read, right?" He smirked in triumph at the train wreck of her argument. "You don't know what happens…eventually, your character falls in love with me."

His smirk only grew at her shocked expression. "Best to look before you leap, little Serenity. I wonder, will you be acting then?"

Serenity couldn't believe it. How could she be so stupid! This was a romance movie; naturally her character would fall for him. She inwardly grimaced, for who else would? From then on, she was convinced that anyone who knew him agreed completely with her- Seto Kaiba was the most arrogant, insufferable, and supercilious of men. "Kaiba! What do you think gives you the right to act like you own the place! Here, you're on the same level as all of us- you're working for Mokuba!"

Momentarily, Seto was taken aback. What he had said was true, but what she said was also true. They had both signed the contract; they both were signed under MKE. The mere thought of it 

infuriated him about as much as the fireball in front of him. This was an absolute 180 from the girl he thought he saw at the auditions. So where had this rebellious streak come from? Probably some sort of survival mechanism that switched on when she was threatened. He chuckled to himself at the thought. Yes, she's a cat…that mutt's sister has to be a cat… He frowned. With claws.

The room was silent, not even Serenity made a move to bask in her verbal victory. She seemed almost frightened at her words, not wanting to believe them herself. What a dent to his pride… But the chiming of the clock in the hallway alerted her to something far more drastic. "Oh no! 12:45…" Without as much of a word of warning to anyone in the room, she took off, hair and purse swinging behind her. Instinctively, Mokuba took off after her. The rest of the group shuffled around indecisively.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Seto glared at Yami, breaking the silence. "Like I would ever be the one to run after her."

"Then you obviously haven't read all of the script," Yami quipped, earning yet another withering stare from the tired and annoyed CEO.

"I've had enough of this, I'm going back to work," he said, swiftly leaving the room. Yami and Isis watched him leave, almost unaware to the fact that they were alone.

"So," Yami said to Isis, "We should go check on Duke."

A/N: Thought I'd clarify: Yami, Isis, and Duke are taken out of the context of the anime, and are now your typical method actors. Well, Isis is your typical 'I'm such a great actress I should have gotten a bigger paycheck' type, and Yami and Duke are the method actors. All three of them have no relation at all to Joey, Mai, or the world of dueling (dodges bullets- sorry!) I don't want to reveal too much about the plot of the movie…Let's wait until Serenity herself gets a copy of the still-unfinished screenplay. Come on Kako, get on it! Yeah, that was sort of an inside joke. Comments, criticism or congratulations are always well received. If this story has taken up your time thus far, it should be no big deal to drop a line and tell me what you think!

Sakura Takanouchi

Oh, and, brownie points for correctly guessing what movie I took a stab at with this chapter title (It's just extra cool that it connotes to Duke). It's kind of an odd allusion, but it's one of my favorite movies. Hint: Dreamworks made it!