Disclaimer: I don't own anything; if I did I'd probably not be here!

Be nice, this is my first fic.

What a wonderful day:

The sun was shining, the birds was chirping and the light breeze sent cherry blossoms floating gently to the earth, it was the perfect picture of serenity and calm until a scream broke the peace.

"ARRRRGGGHHH!" the wonderful sound of the world's very own Beyblade Champion of three years standing, waking up.

The neighbors, used to this by now, didn't even blink.

"Why did you do that? The clueless beyblader, who also happened to be the previously mentioned World Champion Tyson Granger, asked. He was drenched, from head to toe in a mix of Tabasco sauce, ketchup and for some weird reason mixed herbs, it looked as if someone wanted to eat him.

"We wouldn't have to do that if you would just wake up in the morning," the wielder of Draciel, Max Tate, answered him.

"Yeah Tyson, I think you should go to bed earlier," a Chinese boy suggested, he was Ray Kon, formerly of the White Tigers.

"Well, I already go to bed early! It's just that Mr. Sourpuss over there makes us train so hard that I'm so tired," Tyson whined.

'Mr. Sourpuss' as Tyson so affectionally referred to, was leaning against the wall on the far side of the room and as soon as the remark left Tyson's mouth a glare appeared on his face that would make the most hardened person in the world cower in fear. His name was Kai Hiwatari and he was also referred to as 'Mr. Wet Blanket' and in some cases as 'The Ice Prince', to most people that didn't care much for Beyblades he was called 'that crazy blue headed dude that went crazy that one time'.

"Tonight, I'm gonna drink some sleeping pills so that I won't wake up early tomorrow!" exclaimed Tyson, "Now, what's for breakfast?" And everyone sweat dropped (with the exception of Kai).

That night, true to his word, Tyson drank a sleeping pill. One thing he forgot was that it was his Grandpa's, which was prescribed by a doctor for when he went on sugar highs and which made you sleep extra deep so all the sugar could get out of his system.

He went to bed happy to know that tomorrow he would be sleeping in late, he was welcomed to dreamland by giant chocolate cakes and extra large buckets of popcorn.

The next morning Ray and Max where standing over Tyson, with Kai in basically the same position that he was in the previous day.

"Do you think he took the sleeping pills?" A curious Max asked Ray.

"Knowing Tyson he did, he'd do almost anything to prove a point," Ray answered.

"So how are we going to wake him up? Should we put a chili in his mouth like that time in America?"

"No, if he did drink the pill then that won't work, it almost didn't last time remember?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"Maybe screaming that breakfast is ready will work?"

"Okay, you do it."

Ray knelt down till his mouth was level with Tyson's ear and sucked in a big breath of air.

"BREAKFASTS READY!!"

And the strangest thing happened next: Tyson snorted and rolled over.

Ray and Max stared wide eyed, even Kai seemed to be gaining interest.

"That can't be Tyson!" Max exclaimed, "That always works, no matter how deep he sleeps."

"I think we need to call in the big guns," Ray said, "Max how fast can you get Hilary here?"

There so what do you think??

I'll try to update as soon as possible.

Remember flames will be chopped up and thrown in Tyson's food. D