Whoo! Finally! Did it happen to anyone else? I mean.... I'm really jumbled up.

Ok, let's unscramble this, Could anyone else log on to here? Whenever I tried it said there was a glitch. So I couldn't log in. Did this happen to anyone else?

Ok, enough of this bullcrap. This is another drabble. What would happen if Jet played Monopoly? Do you wanna know? Then read on!(oh yeah, hopefully the first conversation will clear things up that weren't clear in the latest drabble i've written.) Yay! I'm almost finished with WA3! But I have to finish Nega Filgaia,AND Beatrice. But my friggin' game freezes!Oh well, I can always take it to Play n' Trade to fix it, right? And! I have writer's block, so this probably won't be very good.

P.S. I am doing the spongebob version!

Disclaimer:How many times must I say it? I do not own Wild Arms 3 nor any board or card games mentioned.

Happy now?

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" You do know you don't hafta take me to Southfarm, Ginny." Jet rolled his eyes, knowing the reply that Virginia would give.

"I know, Jet. And- wait! What did you call me?" Virginia stopped her white mare.

"Ginny. Why? Is that a problem?" Jet looked (glared) at "Ginny."

"Jet! You know I hate nicknames! I know you hate it when Gallows calls you "sulky punk!" First my mother's necklace, and now this nickname? What has Filgaia come to?"

"Whoa, just cool down. It's just a nickname." Jet continued on his horse.

Virginia muttered, "Sulky punk."

Jet rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

(Why is Jet going to SouthFarm Station? Well, it's Clive's turn to look after the "sulky punk".) As Jet boarded the train he rolled his eyes at Virginia's failing attempt to drag Jet's horse back to Boot Hill.

A quick nap and three hours later.....

Jet stared at the many rows of flowers. He didn't expect Filgaia to heal so quickly.

"Uncle Jet! Uncle Jet!" Came a squeaky girl's voice.

Jet kneeled down to the small blonde-haired girl running to him.

"Hi Kaitlyn. Do you know where Cli- err...your daddy is?" asked a monotoned Jet.

"Yup! He's fighting a scary monster!" Kaitlyn said, somewhat cheerfully,

"What?!"

"Just kidding. He's over there. Jet, did you bring the winnings?"

"Aw crap. Yeah, here they are." He handed over a bunch of ribbons from the Baskar Colony and Boot Hill. ( I hope we don't play Uno again. Jet thought, knowing how good Kaitlyn was at games)

"Whoo! Thank you, Uncle Jet!" Kaitlyn squealed, snatching the ribbons from Jet's hand.(she knocked Jet over.)

"Hello, Jet." Clive offered a hand to help Jet up.

"Hey, Clive." Jet pulled on Clive's hand.

"Daddy, can we ride on the horsie now?"

Clive patted Kaitlyn's head, "Ok, we can go ride the horse now."

As they headed out of the station Jet pulled out a Call Whistle. He blew it.

Back at somewhere around Boot Hill and SouthFarm....

"C'mon Thistle! You're as stubbon as Jet!" Virginia tugged on Thistle(Jet's horse)'s rein.

A sound,much like a whistle came out of no where. (Virginia didn't notice.)

Thistle suddenly turned toward the sound and leaped out of Virginia's grasp.

"Gah!" She fell face first into a patch of tiny flowers. Sugar(Virginia's horse) nudged Virginia's head with her nose.

"Don't pester me,Sugar. I've had a long day." She said, her voice muffled with the grass.

Back with Jet and Clive....

Jet (almost) smiled, knowing Virginia was still trying to pull Thistle back To Boot Hill when he blew the whistle.

"Should we go now?" Clive asked.

"Sure."

At Clive's house....

"Mommy! We're home! And we brought Uncle Jet, too!" Kaitlyn called

Catherine came into the living room, wiping her hand with a dish towel,"Welcome home. Hello Jet! How was your trip?"

"It was alright." Subtracting the bruises on the bumpy train, the little 4-year-old who came into his cabin many times on accident(who pulled his hair and called him,"Grandpa"), and the train conductor who tried flirting with him, every thing went pretty smoothly.

Kaitlyn tugged on Jet's poncho, "Uncle Jet, do you want to play Monopoly?"

"Um..." Jet weighed the factors out, If I lose, I'll owe her more ribbons, If I play, I'll lose, Unless....Clive plays."Okay, Kaitlyn."

"Yay! Daddy, do you wanna play?" Kaitlyn shook the box.

"Sure, why not?"

"Mommy? Do you wanna play?"

"I"m busy making dinner, I'll play later, okay?" Catherine headed back into the kitchen.

"Okay!"

So as Kaitlyn set up the game board Jet thought of his ways to win. Buy the first property you land on, otherwise, you're dead,Jet. You hear me? Dead. You'll owe Kaitlyn ribbons from here all the way to floor 100 of the Abyss. Or maybe more... Just stick to your-

"Uncle Jet!"

"Huh?" Jet snapped back to reality.

"Let's play!" Kaitlyn clapped her hands excitedly.

Jet went first. The chum bucket. CRAP! This is only a 60 (let's say 60 is $6, ok?) gella rent! Shoot!

Crap.... Wait....Should I buy it?

"Uncle Jet, do you wanna buy it?"

Jet blurted out,"Yes." He nearly slapped himself for doing that,Stupid! Stupid! stupid! Oh well, at least I have one property.

After a very long fifteen minutes This is how the "winners" went.

(outwitted Clive)

2. Clive(sold his most expensive property to Kaitlyn,had no other choice)

3. Jet ( Kaitlyn owned all the properties.)

"Kaitlyn what do you want?" Jet muttered.

Kaitlyn pointed to her cheek,"Guess what?"

"Aw crap."

Jet swiftly stooped, kissed Kaitlyn's cheek and walked swiftly into the kitchen.

Clive raised an eyebrow at his daughter,"Do you like Jet,Kaitlyn?"

"Nope!" She replied happily, "I like messing with him!"

Clive ran a hand through his unruly hair, "Never too young to start, I guess."