It was a warm day in Parappa Town, The Phat Donut was fairly busy as a rapping dog and a sleepy bear sat at one of the tables. Parappa takes a deep sigh as he rests his head on his hand, clearly feeling bummed out. PJ continues to chow down on his donuts, not noticing Parappa's gloomy mood. Parappa sighs once more, a little louder, trying to get his friend's attention. PJ still doesn't notice. Parappa rolls his eyes as he sighs even louder this time, shaking the table a little bit to ensure his friend's attention. PJ stops eating for a moment and looks over at Parappa. The teddy bear looks at him with his usual tired and bored expression.
"Is there something wrong Parappa?" PJ finally asked the dog as he lowered the donut from his mouth.
"I don't know, it's just that our album hasn't been selling well since we released it." Parappa groans, clearly displeased.
"Well, how many copies have been sold?" PJ asks the novice rapper.
"Uh…none." Parappa admits, lowering his head in shame.
"Oh, well…that sucks." PJ shrugs, clearly not as upset over the fact as his best friend is.
"Yeah, it does!" Parappa slams his fist of the table, startling the sleepy bear.
"I want people to recognize me! I wanna be famous from here to Lyric City! I wanna be the best rapper in the game!" Parappa speaks with determination in his voice. Parappa stands up on his chair raises his fists in the air. "People from all over are gonna know me! PARAPPA THE RAPPER!" He shouts as he stands on his chair with his fists still in the air.
Everyone at the Phat Donut are staring at the dog as if he's insane. Parappa darts his eyes around, seeing this. He quickly sits back down, cheeks red from embarrassment.
"Why don't we try waiting?" PJ asks.
"Cuz that'll take forever!" Parappa responds.
"Well, we can try advertising our album." PJ suggests.
"We already tried that, it didn't work." The rapper responded.
"Parappa, standing at the entrance to the movie theater and not letting anyone leave until they buy our album was not a good way to advertise it." PJ rolls his eyes at the memory.
"Well what are we gonna do?" Parappa asks the DJ.
"Hmmmm….we can hang up posters?" PJ suggests.
"Hey….that's not a bad idea! Let's go!" Parappa exclaims as he takes PJ by the hand and drags him away, leaving his donuts behind. As Parappa keeps running, PJ holds out his hand, a tear dropping from his eye at the abandonment of his donuts.
...
Later at PJ's house, Parappa is scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. "Almost…almost…" Parappa keeps drawing at a speedy pace as PJ tries to get a peak at it, only to be blocked by the dog.
"Okay…finished!" Parappa huffs as he shows PJ the finished "poster". It was a drawing of a poorly drawn Parappa and PJ, with several ice cream cones around them, with the title "I Screem" at the top of the paper.
"So…what do ya think?" Parappa says with a smile. PJ stares at the drawing for a few long seconds.
"Parappa…this…this is awful man…this is bad." PJ admits, with Parappa's smile fading away. "This looks like it was drawn by a three year old, and you even spelled "Scream" wrong, it's-"
"Well you don't know what you're talkin' about! We're using this!"
Parappa states with a frown at PJ's criticism. PJ sighs at his friend's stupidity as Parappa uses the copying machine.
Later that day, Parappa and PJ start placing the posters everywhere, on telephone poles, windows, cars, walls, etc.
"Whew….there! Now everyone in town can see these posters!" Parappa exclaims as he wipes the sweat off his forehead.
"I don't know it putting posters "everywhere" was the best idea Parappa." PJ says to his friend.
"Why not?" Parappa asks. PJ simply points up to the sky, revealing dark, gray clouds forming rather quickly.
"Oh…" Parappa quietly utters as rain starts to come down, making all the posters disintegrate into soggy paper mush.
...
A little while later after the rain stopped, The two friends try to think of what to do next.
"Hmmm…okay…how about…we try to appeal to kids!" Parappa suggests as he comes up with an idea.
"Huh?" PJ looks confused.
"Think about it, if we pander to little kids, then the parents will buy it for them. Then the parents will listen to the music too and love it, causing them to buy more albums, it's genius!" Parappa shouts with excitement.
"If you say so, but how will we get kids to like this stuff?" PJ questions the rapping dog.
"Come with me, I have an idea." Parappa says as he starts to walk, with PJ following close behind.
After a fairly short walk, The two aspiring musicians end up at the local playground, where a bunch off Bunny toddlers are playing. "See those kids PJ, after I'm done talking to them, we'll be set! Now watch and learn!" Parappa explains as he approaches the children, with PJ watching from a distance.
"Hey….what's up kids!?" Parappa says in a casual tone as he walks up to the toddlers.
"Um…we're good." The pink bunny says as the other little bunnies gather around the stranger.
"Hey, that's nice, that's nice….anyway….you wanna see something cool?" Parappa asks the kids with a smile. Most of the little bunnies all cheer, wanting to see what this cool thing is. But the pink bunny spoke up.
"But…Miss Piwwah said dat we shouldn't see what stwangahs have to offah…" He says in an innocent, lispy voice.
"Well she must be a dummy, now check THIS out!" Before Parappa could pull out the CDs, he heard a strange, garbled voice from behind.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
Parappa turns around and jumps when he sees a big green and pink caterpillar lady, looking down at Parappa with an unhappy look.
"I'm just trying to give these kids something real nice." Parappa replies. The rapper's poor choice of words make the Caterpillar lady even angrier.
"Oh yeah? Well I have *bleh!* I have something nice to give you too!" The caterpillar says menacingly as she throws up some pink goop on the ground.
"Whoa, wait a sec-"
Before Parappa could say anything else, the caterpillar grabs Parappa's legs with two of her many arms and starts swinging him around.
"WHOAWHOAWHOA PJ HELP SHE'S GONNA KILL ME AAAAAAAAA!" Parappa screams for help, only to realize that PJ is long gone. The little Bunny toddlers cheer on their nanny as she slams the unlucky rapper on the ground repeatedly.
"AAH OOF! STAHP OOF! THIS UGH! THIS HURTS ACK!"
Parappa screams as he is beaten senseless by this Caterpillar creature.
Later that night…
Parappa is laying in a hospital bed as he is covered in casts and bruises. He moans in pain as PJ eats a bag of chips in the chair next to the bed. The doctor comes walking in shortly after.
"I got some good news and I got some bad news." The doctor says as he reads off his clipboard.
"The bad news is you're right leg is broken and you have a severe concussion. The good news is that I just bought your album!" He smiles as he pulls out the CD case from the inside of his coat. "It's pretty cool!"
"See Parappa, I knew we just had to wait!" PJ smiles as Parappa glares at his best friend.
"Yeah it's pretty hip dog!" The doctor smiles some more. Parappa and PJ stares at him for a few seconds.
"Am I hip with the kids now a days? Hehehe…I'll go now." The doctor says as he leaves the room in embarrassment.
