by B. Chris
“This is a problem.” said Snax.
“Yeah no kidding.” said Buzzy.
“What are we going to do?” asked Honey. Buzzy sat and thought for a moment.
“Ok here’s the plan,” said Buzzy as he came out of his jacket, “I’m going to jump down there and beat them up.”
“That’s seriously the plan you came up with? Are you crazy?” said Honey, “They’ll kill you!”
“I’m not done, calm down, try to listen,” he stated, “There’s a big spot light thing over there. I guess it was for flashing in the air to attract customers. You are going to keep that big light on me. We know that these goons can’t take the light. So all you have to do is keep it on me and I’ll do the rest. Trust me. Oh and Snax, if you think what you saw inside was crazy, you haven’t seen nothing yet. Put the camera on record. I’ll give you a second.” Breathing hard in doggy excitement, Snax did so. Buzzy tapped the camera lens and said, “Attention viewers, come into the shadow that I’m being attacked by.” He dove off of the roof hitting a few flips and landed on his feet slamming into the concrete. The goons took a couple of steps back. Buzzy rose up, the spot light beamed on him thanks to Honey. Buzzys heart started to beat in a rhythm.
Boom ba doom ba doom
Boom
Boom ba doom ba doom
Boom
He then yelled “Amplify!” a power blasted out so hard that one could hear it in outer space. He launched into the crowd and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks to whoever was in front of him. He jumped and twirled in mid air and threw glowing record discs as if it were ninja stars. He shook the ground with every stomp making them fall into craters. Yet they were still coming. It was time to end it. B-Quick jumped back, twirled his arms then raised them. As he was razing his arms he yelled, “Bass Monster!” Suddenly a monster rose from the ground. He pointed into the crowd and the monster opened his mouth and unleashed a laser beam full of flashing light. There was only light and then after that… there was nothing, just an empty parking lot. Even the monster Buzzy summoned disappeared. He looked left, then right and said,
“I know you’re still here, Tint. You’re going to hide forever?”
“No!” yelled Tint standing next the spotlight. It scared the other two on the roof. He simply smashed the spotlight, “Just evening the odds.” he jumped down in front of him, “You’re good Spinner Supreme, but I’m better.” he opened his hand and a scythe appeared.
“What are you supposed to be the grim reaper or something?” asked Buzzy.
“I can be,” answered Tint as he twirled his scythe, “However, it still doesn’t escape the fact Crispy wants your head. And I’m going to give it to him.”
“You wish!” Buzzy stated. Tint charged at Buzzy. He ducked as Tint swung the sharp scythe at him. Then he started moving faster as Tint swung, slice and diced. It caught a piece of his shirt. When Tint came at him again, Buzzy jumped over him and threw cords at the scythe. The cords wrapped around it and he was able to get it out of Tints hands. Tint growled.
“I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer B-Quick.” said Tint. As he was the charge again, he stopped. He started to feel funny.
“No! I need more time!” he yelled. He looked out into the distance and the sun was coming up.
“No! No! No!” he yelled again as he was fading away, “Listen Bee, you dodged a bullet here, you better look over your shoulders every time the sun goes down. This isn’t over!” he disappeared. Buzzy was a bit confused with the situation but was relieved that the fight was over. He looked up to Honey and Snax,
“So are we going to get out of here or what?”
Back on San Blue Mountain, Crispy was furious.
“Crud!” the wolf yelled. “How did he get so powerful? He’s just a bug!” he walked over to the Fearless rag doll and picked it up, “You knew this all along didn’t you Fearless? You simply let me beat you just for him to get away huh? You knew that he was going to be a better influence on this world than you ever could’ve been, didn’t you? Well guess what? It won’t work! I’m MC Crispy, I’m the rap god! I’m the King of Planet Bop! Nothing is going to stop me from being on top. The Dekeeto Dragon and I will not allow it.” His eyes grew with fire. He summoned his minion,
“Weasel!” he screamed, a weasel came out of nowhere.
“Yeah your rapperness?” he asked. Crispy grabbed him by the throat,
“Get me the Hip Hop Police!”
“Yes sir!” the weasel replied. Crispy tossed him down. He proceeded to do the job. A TV screen came down and Detective Barsco was on the screen. He was a chimp with attitude.
“This is Detective Barsco.” he said.
“Ah Detective,” said Crispy, “I have a job for you buddy. This goes on the top of your wanted list.”
“I’m listening…” Barsco responded eating his banana.
“Have you ever heard of a Bee named DJ B-Quick?”
Moral: Everything that is done in the dark will eventually be seen in the light
Chapter Three
Battle for the Roller Rink
Chronicler
The three were riding on the highway in Honeys jeep heading to the place where the rapper was located.
“So who is this guy?” asked Buzzy.
“His name is Terry the Hot Fire Tiger.” answered Honey.
“Wait! He’s a burnt tiger?” Buzzy asked.
“No,” she answered, “he’s actually a tiger. Hot fire is the rapper name because he spits hot fire! Get with the program "DJ B-Quick." I thought you were hip to this type of lingo.”
“Hey, I spin records,” Buzzy defended, “I’m not a wordsmith.”
“That’s no excuse. You should know the culture in and out. I’m starting to get worried about your abilities Buzzy.” she said.
“Hey let’s not forget last chapter that I saved your tiny butt from a bunch of shadow goons!” Buzzy argued, “Trust me; I know what I’m doing. I always know what I’m doing…. sometimes.” he triumphantly leaned on the passenger door. Honey was stunned with the remark.
“Sometimes?” she asked, “That doesn’t make sense! You need to change that terminology. I see I'm going to have to be the brains of this operation.”
“Are we there yet?” asked Snax in the back seat.
“NO!” the two in the front shouted.
“I told you that we have to go deep in the city of Louisville.” said Honey.
"Oh, Ok fine.” said Snax as he sat back in the back seat.
Meanwhile, Crispy was at the San Blue Mountain radio tower corporate office that sat real close to the heavens and the sun. He sat at the head of the long golden table laying down the law about the infamous DJ B-Quick to the fellow gods he summoned, which included Tint, lord and leader of shadows crew, Bull Jive, god of speed, greed, mischief, The Goblin, god of the goons, Pretty Face Patricia, Goddess of the vixens, and other gods. Let's just say it was a pretty big table. MC Crispy drew Buzzys face on the drawing board with a magic marker. He also scribbled devil horns and a mean mustache to suit how bad he was. Barsco stood by with his reflector shades listening as well.
"I want the bee brought to me, dead or alive!” said Crispy, "I prefer him alive so I can teach him some manners before I lock him up and throw away the key for eternity. Bugs like this should never have these kinds of powers. These powers are only made for the gods. His powers hasn’t truly awaken yet but if he ever figures that out, this DJ will ruin everything for all of us. I thought the work was done once I had knocked off the Grandmaster but I can tell already that his apprentice is going to be a problem for us. We could've had this issue nipped in the bud, but a certain shadowy somebody failed me. I'm not going to say any names.... Tint!"
"But your rapperness, I'm powerless in the daytime.” said Tint.
"Ok new rule,” said Crispy as he pulled out and wrote in the big book of rules, "Failure will not be tolerated. If so, a smack down will be laid upon the scumba
g who fails me. It will preferably be your face with the back of my very hand. All in favor say I..." No one answered then Crispy said, "Ah what do I care? It’s going down in the books anyway... It’s Crispy Law."
"Alright Crispy. This whole thing is pretty petty. So what's in it for us?" Asked Bull Jive with his feet on the table wiping the scuff off of his Shoes of Attitude with his thumb on, "What do we get in return for taking down this bug you desperately want locked away? Money? Clothes? Maybe a brand new car? I mean C'mon your the king of the gods now."
"I've got that covered,” said Crispy, "You get a pizza party!" The room went silent. Crispy felt the need to say it again, "Pizza party! C'mon guys its hard to please a god with something new. I mean we can have everything we want in an instant. Seriously, who doesn't like pizza parties?"
"Well I like pizza parties.” said the Goblin. They all eventually came around to agreeing in favor for the pizza party.
"Then its settled,” said Crispy, "The winner gets a pizza party. Now bring me the bugs head! Let's make it happen. I'm out!" Crispy walked out of the room.
"Did he just leave the room?" asked Bull Jive, "Now that's some bull. I'm totally doing that when I make a cool speech."
Back in Louisville, the three friends took an exit off the highway and made it to the Gladiator Skating Rink, which was right off the exit. It was a big dome that lit up at night along with the city. However, it was the daytime all of the illumination that Louisville had to offer didn’t matter. It was partly cloudy the dome was full of bricks and had a parking lot that was as big as a desert. The Gladiator Skating Rink was a popular destination. Families came from miles around to see what the rink is all about. They made it to the parking lot and saw a lot of tourists that walked in with skates.
"So this is the place huh?" asked Buzzy.
"Yep," answered Honey, "Terry is inside."
"And you say he's good right?" Buzzy asked. Honey laughed at the question and responded,
"Good? He's great! The best battle rapper you’ll ever witness you'll see."
Snax started checking out the parking lot scene.
"Man there's a whole lot of cuties here,” he said, “when are we going in?"
"Just have the camera ready,” Buzzy exclaimed, “Eyes on the prize, pup!" The three got out of the car and walked in. As they were making their way through the entrance, Snax was recording everything he saw. He was starting to drift behind trying to catch some of the venue, the rink, the music being played, the skaters, and of course the girls.
"Snax come on!" yelled Honey. Inside looked like a city of its own. Everything was in black light. The place looked like a theme park. There were roller coaster rides, A Farris wheel, carnival games, gift shops, and snack stands along the outside of the huge roller skating rink that was as big as an open sea. Thousands of tourists skated in a counter clockwise circle. There were big and colorful lights that beamed from the synthetic sky and a disco ball that floated in the air with no string. They wondered how it did that. They figured that's where all of Louisvilles money is going, to this place. The rest of the city looked completely out dated. But they had to focus on the mission at hand. They had to make their way through the crowd toward the back door.
"Ok,” said Honey, “once we make it through this door. We'll be home free before..." Suddenly a spotlight was shot down on Buzzy. A local dj called him out rep a floating high booth in the air.
"Oh snaps! Is that DJ B-Quick?” he shouted, "Hey everyone, we got B-Quick the Spinner Supreme in the building! Give it up for one of the greatest dj's alive!" The crowd cheered. Buzzy scratched the back of his head with a big smile on his face being modest.
"Well I don't know about the greatest. But thanks everyone.” he said.
"Nonsense,” said the local, "why don't you come on up to the dj booth and show us what you got?" The crowd started chanting his name,
"B-Quick! B-Quick! B-Quick!" Buzzy looked at Honey and Snax. Even though they had a mission to complete, they knew that they needed a fan base and they could not disappoint them. The three got swooped up by the floating booth and watched Buzzy do his thing. B-Quick looked down on the skating crowd; he cracked the knuckles in his fingers then proceeded to scratch on the turntables.
fikki fikki fikki fikki
"What! What!” said Buzzy. The beat dropped. The crowd went nuts. He mixed music, matched music; the new song came out of the blue on them. He switched back and forth between two records. It made the crowd feel great inside. It was so great that their eyes started to glow and twinkle. When he was done, everyone cheered his name again.
"B-Quick! B-Quick! B-Quick!" The local dj came back up to the booth and grabbed the microphone. The three were dropped back off on the ground.
"Alright everyone." The announcer said, "Now that we got the special appetizer, thank you B-Quick, now it’s time for the main course! Are you ready for the main event? You know what time it is." The crowd chanted as they cleared the rink.
"Rap Battle! Rap Battle! Rap Battle!"
"Oh no! We're too late!" Honey exclaimed.
"Too late for what?" Buzzy asked. The local dj pressed a big red button. The skating rink suddenly transformed into a gladiator arena with seats and stereo speakers surrounding the entire ring.
"Seriously,” said Buzzy, "too late for what?" Honey turned to Buzzy and said,
"Terry is battling. We were supposed to break him out before this bout."
"I didn't know we were breaking him out of here.” said Buzzy. "It’s never easy is it? You could've told me that part."
"I didn't think you would come if I told you. Anyway, gladiators are prisoners of entertainment that fight for their freedom, that’s if they ever get it."
"Oh well its cool,” said Buzzy, "we'll just break him out after the battle."
"Yeah if he lives." Honey replied.
"What?" Buzzy yelled.
"The loser gets executed." Honey exclaimed. Buzzy rubbed his head and let out an awkward whistle.
"Ok well Snax you have the camera ready?” he asked.
"I'm way ahead of you, boss." Snax replied as his camera rolled. Suddenly a gate opened with a light beaming from the inside. They then saw someone coming out.
The announcer spoke,
“Ladies and gentlemen, straight out of the slums and swamps of Slugston, our challenger, the terrible Lizard Thing!”
Smoke came out of the gate as the lizard thing crawled out.
The announcing continued,
“And now, you know him well, I give you the reigning champ, The Hot fire Tiger!” Terry walked out as blue fire shot behind him drew closer to the arena. Once me made it to the center of the arena, he removed the hooded shirt to reveal his tiger face and fitted cap. The crowd chanted his name,
“Terry! Terry! Terry!” he looked at the crowd and extended his arms like a true champion.
Lizard Thing grabbed the microphone since the challenger goes first. Terry paced back and forth looking at the lizard impatiently waiting on his first move. The beat drop and Lizard thing went in with his rhymes,
I'll bite your head off/ your soft like a teddy bear/
I'll squeeze you till you burst/ and eat you like a pear/
But check it out sucker/ I know it’s not fair/
But after I beat you down/ the champ crown is what I'll wear/
His words turned into action as the lyrics turned into a big fist and punched him in the chest knocking Terry down. Terry punched the ground and shot up knowing that he was going to not waste any time with this guy. With blue flames coming out of his eyes, he picked the mic up and went in on his rhymes,
Ayo, you know my flow is gigantic/ so don't panic/
I'll beat you with my left side of my brain even though I'm right handed/
So yeah I'ma force it/ I'm hot, torch it/
I'll make the world explode just to knock you out the orbit/
Terrys hot fire rap knocked Lizard T
hing out of the game as his lyrics single handedly made the speakers explode launching Lizard Thing in the air twirling him as if he was in a tornado of blue fire. It ended with him landing on his face. The local dj yelled,
"And the winner is The Hot fire Tiger! Get the loser out of here! Off with his head!"
"No please! I'll rap better! No!" cried Lizard Thing as the guards took him away. Terry walked back through the gate as if that battle meant nothing to him. He treated it as if he were kicking rocks. The gates closed behind him not looking back at what was going to happen to Lizard Thing.
"Now’s our chance,” said Honey, "Let's go!" The three jetted to the door they were heading for earlier. They went down a spiral staircase resuming the mission to bust out their friend.
Meanwhile, a guard was escorting Terry back to his jail cell.
"Nice job champ,” said the guard, "it’s still your house."
"Thanks,” said Terry, "But if this was my house, I would be able to leave if I wanted to." The guard nodded as he closed the cell. He then walked away leaving Terry alone with his thoughts. Terry then opened his dictionary and read random words as he mumbled raps to practice. Suddenly, he heard his name,
"Terry." It was Honey.
"Wow Honey!” said Terry, "I thought you weren’t coming back."
"Sorry I'm late," replied Honey, "I had to bring a little insurance for your escape." She pointed to Buzzy. Terry’s eyes squinted looking at him, almost as if he was disappointed. Honey praised and hyped Buzzy up to be this DJ savior but to Terry, he looked weak and unsure of himself, and wasn’t ready for the war to come. But Terry played nice for the moment.
"Well better late than never.” said Terry, "So Buzzy, I get to tag along with you on this escapade right? You know that the rapper is nothing without the DJ." Buzzy smiled and said,
"Absolutely, bro." Buzzy felt a bit of steam coming from Terry. He couldn’t put his finger on it yet but he knew that he was a caged animal that knows nothing but to fight. However, Buzzy decided to play it cool for the time being.
They bumped fists through the bars. Everyone then wondered how to break Terry out. But Buzzy knew. He used his pinky finger to pick the lock. Talk about handy. Terry threw his hood over his head. They easily walked back up to the rink, blended in with the crowd and snuck out the front door. It wasn't long before one of the guards found out that Terry made his escape. The local DJ instantly called the Hip Hop Police. Detective Barsco was excited that he got a lead. He got on the radio in his car as he tossed his banana to the side and said,
