Gotc: Finally...

Ace: It sure took ya' long enough...

Gotc: Quiet you... Anyhoo, I'd like to thank all of my loyal readers for waiting on the supreme laziness that is me. That coupled with the fact that this is the only time I can post...

Ace: You realize that it's now past Christmas and you're still writing a 4th of July fic.

Gotc: Can't help that.

Ace: Yes you can. You write a new fic every five minutes.

Gotc: Bent over a piece of paper Hmm? What?

Ace: My point has been made.

Gotc: Whatever, waiting over. Fic time now. Squeaky!!!

Squeaky: Squeak! (Gotc does not own YGO or Mission Impossible. Who owns Tom Cruise is anyone's guess)

Ace: I'm not even gonna bother.

Gotc: Good. Have fun reading the upcoming madness!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! P.S (/yugi to yami/..//yami to yugi//..(ryou to bakura)..((bakura to ryou))..malik to marik..marik to malik..-between yamis-)

Chapter 4: Mission Impossible 4...Kinda...

-This sucks.-

-Quit your complaining Pharaoh.-

-Actually, I'm with the Pharaoh on this one Bakura.-

-What?! Why?!-

-It may just have something to do with the fact that we're hiding in a dumpster...-

- I got us next to the car didn't I?-

Yami sighed and shifted some of the trash around to make himself more comfortable. Marik had sank sometime ago, but since they could still hear him, Yami guessed he'd found some kind of air pocket. Bakura couldn't care less about either of them and was peering out the lid of the dumpster at Kaiba's limo

-Could someone help me out here?- Marik called

-In a minute. Why are you even helping us Thief? You freaked out at the last firework and sent it to the Shadow Realm!-

-No one asked you Pharaoh! And for your information, I merely disposed of an annoyance. Besides, I've heard of something called "bottle rockets" which you can aim and fire at things.-

-I have trash in a very odd place you guys!!-

-And just what would you be firing them at?-

-Hm? Oh, no one in particular. Just the old lady who brought the killer yip-yip dogs to the park. Oh don't give me the "That's-a-very-immoral-thing-to-do" glare. It doesn't work on me. I have no sense or morality.-

-It shows.-

-Shut up before I shove a banana peel up your-...-

-Can we not talk about shoving trash in places Ra never intended it to be, and, oh I don't know...HELP ME OUT OF THIS TRASH HEAP OF DOOM BEFORE I SUFFOCATE?!?!?!-

-Geez Tomb Keeper...You don't have to yell-

After a moment of "You're getting warmer/colder", the two managed to dig Marik out, though his hair was no longer the same color it had been before he sank.

-I'm gonna need therapy after this...-

-Yeah, yeah yeah. Just do it after we get the fireworks ok? Now everybody remember the plan?-

-Nooooo...You never told us.- Marik huffed -You've been fighting with the Pharaoh and grumbling about how stupid the High Priest is.-

-Whatever, look in a few more seconds there's gonna be a shift change with the guys that are watching the limo-...-

-Limo guards? Someone's helping out the unemployment rate...-

-It's Kaiba we're talking about Keeper. Roll with it.-

-Can I finish Pharaoh? Like I was saying, as the new guy comes in, we throw this week old hamburger I found at him. The rat-dogs will smell it, come running and attack the guard for us. The other guard will go to help, we suprprise them both; tie them up; pick the lock on the car; take the fireworks and run. Any questions?-

-...-

-Why would we wait until the shift change?-

-Because I am the one with several millennia of thieving experience, and you Pharaoh, have several millennia of experience of sitting on your butt and telling people what to do.-

- So if I tell you to go die...-

-We're already re-embodied spirits here. Now shut up, here comes the guard.-

As stealthfuly as a re-embodied spirit can, Bakura slowly lifted up the lid and prepared to lob the slimy patty at the oncoming guard. Suddenly, someone opened the lid and dumped in several bags of trash on top of the lurking spirits. Marik, however, being buried in trash for the last hour had become atuned to all trash, and slogged his way through the refuse and safely out of the way.

Yami was P.O'ed beyond all human comprehension . A watermelon rind was skewered on his hair, and a banana peel clung to his shoulder along with a newly discovered stench that caused every bird within a 2 mile radius to drop out of the sky. His death glare actually ignited a pile of soggy newspapers just to the side of Bakura.

-Awww...I missed.-

-Well...That puts new meaning to the phrase "Looks can kill"- Marik mused at a safe distance, -I didn't know you could do that Pharaoh.-

-It's reserved for you two.-

-Oh wow, thanks. I always wanted to die in a fiery inferno.-

-If this keeps up you both will.-

Bakura, catching the full load of the trash, resembled a landfill version of a snowman from...well...use your imagination. Not only that but he had missed the guard by roughly 14.3897 ft. He had, however, managed to attract the rat-dogs, which was the only part of his plan that had actually worked.

-That look suits you Thief.- Yami chuckled smuggly

-At least I don't smell like a week old watermelon.-

-I could be wearing a dump.-

-I can fix that.-

-Hey guys?- Marik thought peeking out of the dumpster, -I think those dogs know we're in here.-

-How?-

-They're circling and I hear the "Jaws" theme.-

-Any brilliant ideas now, Thief?- Yami glared

-I suggest we get some help.-

-From who Keeper? Our hikaris will want to know what we were doing in a dumpster next to Kaiba's limo.-

-No they won't.-

-What do you mean?-

-I think they kinda know us by now.-

-True.-

-Well I for one am not spending another second in here.- Yami huffed, -I'm not sure whether or not it's the smell, or you idiots, but I'm losing brain cells just sitting here.-

-Tell me something Pharaoh, how far do you think you're gonna get when you smell like a rotting picnic?-

-Then how are we going to get out of here?-

-We'll have to work together...-

Gotc: MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'm so evil...

Ace: Chapter was kinda short dontcha think?

Gotc: I only had a week, cut me some slack.

Ace: So when can we expect your next "masterpiece" then?

Gotc: Spring break...I think...hopefully...

Ace: You're hopeless...

Gotc: What ever