Genie of the Puzzle

3: Yami doesn't have fleas

Quick note: a while ago, if anyone remembers, I said I was gonna make this fic like the musical.
Turns out, I do not have the time on me to rewrite and edit this whole thing, so I'll just be publishing all the chapters again. Sorry for the inconvenience, happy reading!!!

While Joey had clung for dear life onto Yami's torso, and with Yami using the carpet as a parachute, they floated to the ground and landed without a scratch.

"Boy, I sure am glad we're main characters," Joey trembled, sitting down on the ground to regain composure. "Otherwise, we'd've never survived that thing."

"What do you mean, 'we'? You followed suit while I did most of the work!"

Joey huffed. "Fine. A main character, and a comic relief."

"That's better."
Yami broke the bread into two unequal pieces and handed Joey the smaller part. "Now, we can feast."

Joey stared at his share and then back at Yami with the same gaze a person might have if someone had told them that the assignment they spent all night completing was only optional.

(What haha no that's not personal experience not at all)

"Don't be like that!" Yami scoffed, sitting down. "I did all the work!"

"I saved ya life, Yams!"

"Well, I got the bread in the first place! You're on your no-carb diet, remember?"

"I'm a growing boy. I need my nutrition from a baguette— hey, what's a baguette doin' in Egypt, anyway?"

"That's a good question, Joey." Yami crossed his arms. "Unfortunately for you, I don't care. Now, lunch!"

Joey huffed and looked forward, seeing a hungry little girl with pigtails.
"Hey, Yams," Joey nudged him and pointed at her. "Why don't you share some with her?"

"with her?" He frowned. "Why me?"

"You have more bread."

"You can't do it, because...?"

Joey stuffed his into his mouth.

Yami crossed his arms. "Well, maybe I don't want to!"

"Then the readers will feel no sympathy for you. And you'll be no better than Bakura."

Yami gasped. "How...how dare you!"

"Then share." He pointed to the girl.

Groaning, Yami stood up. "you know, if this parody was casted correctly, the author would've made me Jasmine. At least then I would be royalty, and wouldn't have to deal with these...plebs. I was rich!"

Not now, you ain't.

"There you are!" Yami scoffed at the author. "Where have you been?"

Shipping. elsewhere.

"Oh. Well, can you help me out?"

Let's see...
*flips through script*
*looks up* feed the damn child, you Neanderthal

"Ra damnit..." He frowned and walked over to the little girl. "uh...hello...child...thing...."

The little girl clutched her teddy bear to her chest.

"I have food...for you..." He hesitantly held out the bread piece, hoping she would get the hint and grab one end, so they'd both pull and get some.

"Thank you!" Rebecca chimed in a childlike voice that was too whiny for Yami's liking. She then took the whole piece and gobbled it up in one bite.

Yami stared in shock for a couple minutes, processing the fact his morning's work had gone to waste.
Dazed, he began to walk away, until he heard a demonic, raucous voice boom out a, "YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO DIE."