Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Freak of Nature Documentary ❯ When Leftovers Attack ( Chapter 7 )

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The doorbell went off. "Eh?" Joey tilted his head, flipped the TV off, and jumped up. "Coming!" He raced into the foyer, skidded on the rug, and opened the door. "....Hey there, squirt. What're you doing here?" He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head at the diminutive boy standing in the doorway.

"I'm not a squirt!" Mokuba protested, and proudly drew himself up to his fullest height. "I just turned 4'8", you know!"

"Heeey, not too shabby! Super Squirt it is, then!" Joey ruffled his hair, chuckling. "So like I said, whatcha here for?"

Mokuba pulled away and stuck his tongue out playfully, smoothing his hair back down. "Well... a couple things."

"Yeah? Go on, shoot." Joey folded his arms expectantly.

"First, sorry about treating you like that yesterday." Mokuba glomped him cheerily.

"Oof..." Not expecting the hug, Joey got his breath back, grinning. "Thanks, kiddo. I knew you didn't mean anything by it."

"Good." Mokuba grinned, letting go. "And also, I heard you had a project, and...."

"And?"

"And I brought you some stuff to help!" Mokuba chirped eagerly.

"You did, huh? What'd you bring?"

Mokuba bounced inside as he opened the door for him, and held out the little cardboard envelope the drug store had given him. Joey opened the flap, and pulled out a handful of photos. He shuffled through them, laughing helplessly by the time he'd gotten through them all. "This is great! You're a cool kid, you know that?"

"Yup!" Mokuba nodded knowingly, beaming.

"So, how about you stay over for a while and help me out with these, and you can eat lunch here? Sound good, Super Squirt?"

Mokuba nodded eagerly, and Joey gave him a lopsided grin, gesturing for the boy to follow. "Now, let's see what we can do with these...."

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"Not bad at all.... you think this'll work?" Joey held up the finished product, which Mokuba inspected critically. He always did have a head for mechanics, just like his big brother....

"Like a charm!" He gave Joey a thumbs up, and returned the blonde boy's high five. He really didn't like playing both sides.... but Seto had Joey's puppy dog film, and now Joey had Seto's dress up pictures, so it was pretty even! ....Right? At least, he hoped so....

"That's great, thanks." Joey went to stuff it into his backpack, returning a couple minutes later. "So, how about that lunch?"

"Yeah!" Food was good.... Mokuba trotted after his friend as he opened the fridge, pawing through it.

"Hmm... no, ew, too moldy..... a-ha! Score!" Joey pulled out a box of leftover pizza, with nearly half the slices left. "You like hamburger?"

"Uh-huh." Mokuba nodded.

"Kay. How much do you eat?" Joey pulled out two paper plates to put the slices on, and reheat them.

"Um... three." That was his usual number, at least.

"Alright, now we're talking." He loaded three onto Mokuba's plate, more or less piled the rest on his, and stuck it into the microwave.

Meanwhile, Mokuba had opened the fridge, and was looking at something. "Hey, cool.... what's this thing?" Mokuba poked at a.... at a _something_, which happened to look more than a little moldy.

Joey grabbed his arm. "Don't touch that!" He warned quickly.

Mokuba suddenly huddled against the protective teen, jade eyes widening in consternation. "T-too late...."

The _thing_, whatever it was, had oozed over the side of its container, and was falling to the floor. Was it.... wiggling?! "Aaaaahh!" Joey leapt back in horror, and dragged Mokuba back with him, obviously recognizing the stuff. "I....I think that was the casserole Serenity made.... 3 years ago!" He pointed at The Casserole Thing, as it was dubbed in his mind, hereby referred to as TCT.

Mokuba stared. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" TCT had started to move towards them, leaving a slimy trail of soured melted cheese in it's wake. Neither wanted to know how it COULD move, in the first place.. Pseudopods? Flapping its mold? Slithering?

"What do we do?" Mokuba blinked, and the two started warily edging towards the kitchen door. TCT veered to follow them, despite having no visible eyes to do so with, or anything to steer so it could turn.

Joey shivered. "That thing is sentient! .....I say we kill it....."

Mokuba blinked. "It kinda looks like it's undead...."

Joey smiled grimly. "I've got garlic, and toothpicks if we need wooden stakes."

Mokuba giggled, slightly nervously. "Doesn't salt work too?"

"That's for zombies, yeah. I've got plenty, don't worry."

Mokuba scurried towards the counter. "Where do you keep your pots and pans?"

"....Wha? In the second cabinet to the left. Why?" Joey looked confused.

Grinning cheekily, Mokuba pulled out a large pot. "Well, we've got to stun it to kill it, right? Otherwise it'd fight back. And it'll help to hold it, too."

"Ahhh, I catch your drift...." He nodded, grinning. "Give one here." He was soon armed with a large pan. "Bwaha, non-stick! Are we ready to RUMBLE?"

"....You're starting to scare me...." Mokuba looked at him oddly.

"Sorry." Joey sweatdropped.

"Ack!" Mokuba leapt back as their pursuer started to squirm onto his shoe, scrambling onto the counter to get out of range. His shoe was covered with a slimy sheen of spoiled cheese, speckled with spores of mold and a few.... what he guessed were bits of broccoli, but it was hard to tell. "Eeeeww....."

Meanwhile, TCT had started attempting to ooze its way up the drawers. "Get it!"

"Eat this!" Joey leapt forward, swinging his pan overly dramatically. There was a loud clang as it hit TCT, which looked rather flattened after the blow.

"Yuuuuck.... Man, I just had lunch, here!" Joey took a spatula, and carefully scraped his victim into the pan. "Hah! Eat non-stick coating, foul fridge fiend!" He looked immensely

pleased with himself.

TCT tried to slide over the edge of the shallow pan, but slid back down. Well, it looked like non-stick really _was_ worth the extra money.... It let out a tiny burble, that sounded almost like a whimper, and tried again.

Mokuba scrambled down, and came back armed with two containers, which he opened, and poured into the pan. Glittering grains of salt snowed gently down to TCT, along with the less graceful hail of garlic cloves.

"Okay, now the stakes!"

"Do I need a mallet?" Mokuba asked doubtfully, opening the drawer and taking out a box with some wooden toothpicks in it.

"I don't think so, but there's a meat mallet in the drawer to the right of the sink, if you want one." Joey shook the pan roughly, disrupting TCT's next attempt to climb out. "You won't escape THAT easily!"

"Yeah! Take this!" Mokuba hurried over, and jabbed a toothpick through a clump of mold, hearing it squish as it plunged into the casserole proper. It let out a squishing gurgle in the way of a scream, and soon both Joey and Mokuba were on the attack, armed with a box of rapidly disappearing toothpicks.

By the time they were through, it looked like some sort of disgusting porcupine or hedgehog, quills and all. They'd stuck it like a pincushion. TCT let out a last, squishy sigh, and collapsed into the pan for good. "It's dead!"

"It might be faking, though...." Mokuba frowned. "What do we do with it?"

"Well, if it's faking, then it won't survive the garbage disposal!" Joey jumped the inert, prickly lump directly into the disposal, and flicked the switch, listening to the grinding splinter of wood, and the swish of the blades doing their work. Once he was satisfied, he flicked the switch, dumping the pan in the sink.

"Alright!" Mokuba cheered.

"We did it!" Joey pumped his fist into the air, and started doing some odd form of what Mokuba could only guess was a victory dance. He exploded into a fit of giggles, just watching. He couldn't tell what exactly was so funny about it.... Probably the part around the middle, where the blonde started animately strutting around like a chicken for a

minute or two....

"Do you think the rest of the stuff in the fridge is safe?" Mokuba asked warily, not daring to touch the door.

"Hmmm.... probably..... but we'd better get rid of the more dangerous things." Joey handed him a pair of rubber gloves, and donned a pair himself. "You get the toothpicks, and I'll dump."

"You got it." Mokuba stood ready with a toothpick, and waited for Joey to snoop through the fridge, removing a jar of.... fluffy olives. O_o;;

"I'll just dump these." He poured the jar's contents into the garbage disposal, and stuck the it into the sink, going back for more. Next out was a plastic sack of peaches, which oozed at the touch. Those were all duly stabbed, one by one, and sent to their demise in the disposal as well.

After getting rid of some curdled sour cream (he hadn't known that it could even DO that.... O_o;;), a half package mottled green-brown cheddar, and a 3/4 full bottle of petrified ketchup, they decided to call it quits. "I guess that's the most toxic stuff in there. You need a ride home?"

"Nah, I brought my bike." Mokuba grinned. "Thanks!"

"You stay safe, kay? No running into giant mutated intelligent casseroles?"

"Promise." Mokuba laughed.

"Good. Go on, Super Squirt, get outta here." He made a shooing motion, and the black-haired boy obediently ran out, swinging himself up onto the seat and starting to pedal away. He had a miniature racing bike, and it was really cool. ^_^ It was even the same color as his eyes!

Meanwhile, Joey spent the evening putting the finishing touches on his report, and printed it out, stowing everything carefully in his backpack before heading off to shower and go to bed. Tomorrow was Monday, so he'd have to bite the bullet and give it everything he had.