This Is Rebel Radio! Chapter 1: Welcome to the show, a happy tree friends fanfic

First of all, I hit a bit of writer's block with the other story i'm working on, sorry Bitter Strawberry!

So, to clear my head, I decided to write a kind of prequel/preview of another story I may be writing/re-doing.

Based on a field trip, my school took the seniors to navy pier in chicago, but me and the band ditched and went to a guitar store and had a kind of mini concert.

About the story, it's going to suck grammaticaly because I don't want to spend a lot of time on it.

Also, for those of you who know Meth and Nanette, congrats. For those of you who don't, Meth is a white bear with long black hair, Nanette is a white cat with red hair and is a foreign exchange student from france.

All song lyrics belong to me, so I can't be reported for using them, and they are protected by a creative commons liscense, so NO STEALING!

So without further ado, This Is Rebel Radio!

It's seven thirty in the morning as the grumbling from the bus loaded with the seniors of Happy Tree High nearly fills to capacity. Today is the end of the year field trip to the big acorn, the nearest city to Happy Tree Town, and the least dangerous of the area.

However, today won't turn out as a simple field trip, but a major breakthrough on the music scene as a blog promised all the listeners of the band, Sedated Titans. Well, the bus began pulling away from the school once the victims- I mean students, were all accounted for by Lumpy reading from the roster. Just to be safe, Sniffles double checked.

"Flippy?" asked the blue anteater without looking away from the clip board.

"Here," replied a tried voice from the back of the bus.

"Flaky?"

"Here,"

"Disco?"

"Here, baby,"

Sniffles looks up slightly, but returns his gaze to the paper with a sigh, " Giggles?"

"Here!"

"Meth?"

"Here,"

"Nanette?"

"Here,"

"Nutty?"

"Here, I'm Here!"

"I see you Nutty," replies Sniffles.

Sniffles nods to Lumpy who starts the bus and quickly pulls into the heavey traffic without looking, thus receiving a myriad of honks and hand gestures.

"Oh god, I can't wait until we get there! There should be a lot of shopping! Also, we have to meet up with Sandra, she said her school's going there too Also, we have to go find that little shop they were talking about on Musicman." Giggles nearly yelled to Nanette, being the only one with a full night's rest.

Nanette yawned, obviously missing her 'cat-nap' and replied with a wag of her tail, "What shop? Ma took the computer away."

"You haven't heard! The Sedated Titans are finally having a live show! They uploaded a new track their going to be playing!"

"Are you serious! They haven't even uploaded pictures of themselves!"

Giggles nodded happily, "Yeah, apparently they're trying to save this little music shop, so they're just going to meet at some point and have a concert using the instruments in the store. Then they'll autograph them so the store can make some money by selling them!"

"Let me hear the song!"

Giggles pulled out her ipod and scrolled to the song, 'Asylum 45'.

Meth, Flippy, Nutty, and Disco were sitting in the back of the bus talking about how the event would go.

"You have all the clothes?" Meth asked with his gaze fixed on Nanette.

"Yeah," Flippy said while playing air bass, "Disco has everything in his back pack. Clothes, hair gel, sunglasses, extra picks, and a baton..."

Meth looked toward the grinning bear who answered his thoughts, "The baton's for knocking away the fans you're about to rile up, you guys are gonna be smokin'!"

Meth nodded and looked back toward the front of the bus, "Do you remember your role?"

Disco nodded, "I run to the store to beat all the fans who get there early, then I select gear like yours and preset it. Egnater for Flippy, Mesa for you, and Zildjian for Nutty."

"And the guitars?" asked Flippy.

"Uh, anything cheap or off brand for Meth, and a five string Dean for you."

Nutty nodded happily, "We're really gonna do it, aren't we?"

Meth grinned and leaned back as the bus swerved violently to the left, "As long as Bullwinkle up there doesn't get us killed before then."

"Yeah," added Nutty, "At least we're not on the other bus. Handy's drivin' that one!"

Meth burst out in laughter with Disco, Flippy, and Nutty following.

Giggles and Nanette turned toward the group, Sniffles being pre-occupied with a book.

"He's such a dork," Nanette said with a sigh.

"Which one?" Giggles asked while looking back.

Nanette waved in the general direction, "Kronik, or whatever his name is."

"Meth. Don't worry about it, once we get there we'll meet up with sandra and everyone from the other bus and book it to the store. You won't even have to talk to him."

"Yeah, whatever."

(Two hours, and a sixteen car pile up later...)

Lumpy parks the bus near the biggest park in the city and allows the frightened passengers to disembark.

"Oh god, we're late!" yells Nanette while looking at her watch.

"I'm just happy to be alive!"

Disco quickly grabs the clothes out of his pack and gives them to the musicians.

"Are you sure this is gonna fit?" asked Meth, looking closely at the twinkling jacket.

"Oh, that's Nutty's. I spent all night putting sequins on it."

Nutty grabs the clothes from Meth's hands and drops the ones he was holding, "Oh boy! It's sparkly!"

Meth picks up the clothes Nutty dropped and inspected them, "Military emblems? These must be Flippy's."

Flippy took the clothes and nodded in agreement, "These must be yours."

Meth took the large pile and blinked at the heaviness of the fabric, "Is this leather? It's eighty degrees out!"

Disco laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I didn't plan on that. Well, just figure it out. I got to go set up."

Disco began sprinting down the street, ignoring the crosswalk.

"That's j-walking," Flippy said with a nod.

Nutty had already changed into his outfit and returned to the group, "How's it look?"

Meth laughed and sang, "Like a rhinestone cowboy,"

"Da, Da!" Flippy added with a laugh.

Nutty frowned, "This isn't very metal, is it?"

Flippy shook his head, "No."

Meth sighed, "Disco keeps thinking Disco, let's hope he at least tunes for metal. Just find something on the way to the shop. Remember, first drums, then bass, then lead."

Flippy nodded, "Are you sure about not using our own gear? Betty's gonna be mad I left in her case."

Meth shrugged, "It would be a dead give away. Also, we'd have to let the store sell our gear."

"Well, we better get going." Nutty said while running down the street, also j-walking.

Flippy sighed and ran after him, "Remember the plan!"

Meth turned to the group behind him consisting of Giggles, a now pale Petunia, Nanette, and some other person he's never met.

"Oh my god, I can't wait!" yelled a purple tiger, mimicking air guitar.

"Yeah, it's gonna be all standing room, so we better hurry." stated Giggles with a look at her cell phone.

Sandra looked over Nanette's shoulder and saw Meth waving.

"Hello!"

Everyone groaned a hello except Sandra who extended her hand, "Hello, I'm Sandra!"

"Meth," he said while shaking her hand, "Got a second?"

Nanette sighed and turned around, "What?"

Meth watched as the group began walking toward the store, "What's wrong with Petunia?"

"Handy's driving is worse than Lumpy's."

Meth chuckled, "So, about this show they're having-"

"Listen, I don't know what you think you've got going for you, but you're a loser."

Meth blinked for a moment, "What?"

"It's obvious I can't stand you, I don't know why you keep trying to talk to me. I have no feelings for you as an friend, and I never will, so leave me alone!"

Meth twitched as if he'd been stabbed. This being the downtown section of the city, it was a possibility. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. That twitch was the death of the happy, and carefree Meth, and the creation of something worse, darker and more evil, hidden beneath the surface.

Nanette walked quickly away to where Sandra had been leaning against a light post, "Glad I waited for you. It's a shame, he has potential."

"Shut up. I hope that freak didn't make me late for the show."

Another violent shudder and Meth realizes he was crying, the falling tears just now being recognized on his numb face.

He looks down and wipes his face clear of any evidence he was just murdered on the inside.

"You're hopeless,"a voice screams nearby.

He looked up quickly to see who said it, but saw no one in the immediate area.

Meth inhaled a deep breath and sighed, "Okay,"

He looked at the clothes Disco gave him and tossed away the black leather overcoat and inspected the camouflage cut-off fatigues and the black t-shirt with the arms cut away.

He began changing on the sidewalk, no longer worrying or caring about the pedestrians staring at him. He connected the long chain to his belt loop, then tucked it into his back pocket. He slid on the pair of aviators that were tangled into the shirt and began walking toward the shop.

(At the Shop...)

Disco had just finished the set ups and looked around the already crowded shop. All the rows of amps were pushed aside to make room for standees, but there still lacked enough space for everyone. The only openings of the three room building were for the drums that sat in their own room among an assortment of drum accessories, sticks, and what have you.

The bass gear was to the left of the main room, and there were several stacks to choose from. Disco had already chosen an Egnater halfstack, checked the tubes, and tuned a dean five string XL he had taken off the wall.

In an adjacent room, hundreds of acoustics lined the walls. Disco hadn't thought of entering the heavily humidified enclosure to check the tunings of the guitars, but entering now would draw too much attention, and it was best to roll with what was already set up.

Nutty's drums were a different story. It was a Pearl set with a different set of heads he hadn't used before. This set also had dual bass drums and double bass pedal already adjusted, so hopefully he wouldn't notice. Nonetheless, he checked the gaps and distances between the toms and symbols, and switched the Pearl high-hat with an Zildjian he saw on display.

Meth's setup, however, was a little more difficult. The shop didn't have an Mesa Boogie on display, so he had to settle for a Marshall JSM halfstack. By 'he' had to settle, i mean Meth had to settle. He had pulled over an smaller amp from Epiphone and plugged in an Sennheiser microphone. After adjusting the stand for the mic, he nonchalantly adjusted the volume levels on the amps.

Now, he waited for the show to begin.

"Where are they? We won't even know who they are!" Sandra yelled while looking around the crowd.

The fans gathered in the large group all wore black and several had band T-shirts with their latest album's art on the front. A Large stereo tower with an lightning bolt on the tip. Around it in a circle were the words, 'Sedated Titans, You're #1 source for Rebel Radio!'.

"Who's that?" Sandra whispered while nodding toward the door.

In walked Nutty with his hair spiked and spray canned red. He was shirtless, showing a slight gut, but luckily enough he was wearing shredded purple shorts.

"It looks like Nutty, but a mixture of the Hulk." replied Giggles.

Several in the group looked in his direction, but pegged him for another fan here to witness the show.

He wandered around the room, inspecting several of the guitars before making his way to the drum room. He quickly ripped the ends off a handful of pixie sticks and inhaled the whole lot. He became jittery and leaped behind the drum set. He clapped his sticks together four times, then began hitting the double pedals like a mad man. He slowly integrated more and more of the drum set as he went.

The crowd had been so preoccupied by Nutty, that they hadn't noticed Flippy emerge toward the Bass amp.

He was wearing a military jacket that was ripped and covered with fake blood. He began plucking and strumming to the beat of the drums. His fingers snaked around the neck struggled to keep up, but he managed with expert grace. This was an intro they had worked out as an instrumental until Meth arrived.

As the crowd cheered and snapped pictures, they froze and turned toward the door as they sensed the presence of something threatening enter.

Meth's hair was pulled out of his ponytail and hung well down to his shoulders. He tossed the bangs from his face without removing his hands from his pockets, and walked toward the Marshall.

Not noticing the different amp, he slid his guitar over his shoulder and hit the on switch. He kicked the foot switch into place and stomped for the Metal channel. At this instant, all three began violently nodding their heads to the beat, and began the opening riff for Asylum 45.

Among the raging fans, Giggles, Sandra, Nanette, and Petunia were speechless.

"You guys never told me you knew the guitarist!" Sandra yelled to be heard.

"We didn't know," Petunia yelled back, "He never showed any resemblance to him!"

"That would explain why you called him freak boy," added Sandra.

Nanette was still incapable of speech. She had made an incorrect judgement, and called her idol a loser.

Meth had lost his glasses amid the headbanging, and took a step toward the microphone that Disco had setup. There was a brief hiss of feedback, but it soon Faltered.

He began to yell a new set of lyrics to the song, sending confusion to the other members who were not notified of the changes. Nutty and Flippy shrugged to each other, and figured he knew what he was doing.

"Through the darkened cold, and desolation, we fight the plague that consumes the nation! We don't need no burning bullets, we don't need no sharpened steel. We're programmed to see the truth, we're taught to see what's real!"

"New lyrics!" screamed a fan who was being knocked around as a mosh pit was struggling to be formed.

"I'm the poison to you're antidote, i'm the nerve that helps you feel! In the blackened deep I roam, but inside you I call my home!"

The three musicians synched perfectly for a breakdown. Meth strummed a power chord and the bass and drums changed to match.

"You cast me aside like yesterday's news, you pulled me down, gave me the blues! You can play your games, you can pick and choose, but it's okay I love the abuse!"

Meth played a snakey riff backed by the bass, then finished the chorus.

"Beneath the black in me I rise, riding on the acid tide, you can run, but you can't hide, cause after all, you're my bride!"

The women began screaming as the crowd surged back and forth through the crowded room. Meth slid his hand up the neck of his Memphis guitar, and slammed back into the full force verse.

Meth and Flippy happened to glance at each other and realized something was wrong. Flippy's eyes were a bright green, which always happened when he released his demon while playing, but Flippy noticed Meth's right eye was slowly turning red.

"This is even better than the one on the internet! It must be a Remix!" yelled Giggles.

Petunia swayed with the crowd rather than risking an injury by resisiting, "The music's okay, I don't know about the crowd though,"

Nanette had drifted toward the back of the screaming fans who were more than happy to take her place near the front. In a daze she slumped against the wall and waited for the whole day to be over.

Well there you have it! Hope you enjoyed reading it, if not it's okay.

I can continue this if anyone's interested to see how it ends, but for now it's just a oneshot.

Now for the legal stuff...

Thanks for reading! I'll go work on the other story so it isn't as bad as this, lol.