Well, I'm back (yes, I know, it's shocking). After about a year's drought from Boondocks FF, I decided to start back up again, with another chapter of Breakin' Out!

Chapter 2: Road Trip, Mu'fuckas!

With our 6 neighborhood anti-heroes now in Thugnificient's thugged out Hummer, they had a long way to go before they reached the juvenile center where Huey is probably making his cellmate feel like shit right now.

"Yo, Flo," Riley said, as the man turned around from his passenger seat to see him in the backseat.

"What's good, lil' gangsta?"

"How come you be stutterin' all the time?"

"What?"

"Well, everytime you say somethin' you be trippin' over your words and ending everything in 'knaw mean?' or 'for real though'. It makes you sound like a dumbass."

"And what the hell makes you say that? I works hard for mine, 'knaw mean? So don't be… be… be speculating before you start informating yo' self, lil' nigga."

Riley gave a cocked eyebrow at the grown man, as did Cindy and Caesar. Even though he thought school was a government plot to make the world into a bunch of bitch-ass niggas, he paid enough attention to know informating wasn't a word.

"Yo, Flo, that ain't a word, my nigga."

"The fuck you gon' tell me? Don't get disrespectful. It is a word. You could use another run through the Spelling Bee, knaw mean?"

Riley gave another cocked eyebrow and looked at his two friends with a "WTF is this nigga smokin'?" look and answered Flownominal.

"Nigga, you could use another run through the 2nd grade!"

"Yo, calm the fuck down!" Macktastic yelled. "Y'all niggas over here arguing over some damn elementary content like it's a 2pac vs. Biggie argument."

After the sounds died down, Cindy was unimpressed.

"Now that y'all stopped arguing, I'm bored. Oh!" she said, suddenly lighting up. "I have an idea: let's play I Spy!"

"I got a better idea," Thugnificient replied. "Let's all shut the fuck up!"

The rest of the crew laughed a bit, but Cindy stuck her tongue out at the driver before complaining.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleease?"

"No."

"Pleeease?"

"Girl, adding extra question marks and E's ain't gonna change my mind. No!"

"Yo," Macktastic said, finally giving his 2 cents. "Just play the game with her, y'all. It's just I Spy. What's the worst that could happen?"

Thugnificient was still not convinced. By this time, the others actually made it a game out of who could get him to say it, with a majority of the bet money on Riley, since he managed to make anything simple turn into a death-match (remember The Fundraiser?) Finally, it was Cindy who, after the 167,029th question mark, finally got the rapper to crack, his only condition being that he goes first.

"Okay, y'all, I spy with my little eye… something golden."

"My chain?" Macktastic asked.

"No."

"R Kelly's piss video?" Riley asked.

"Nigga how the hell am I gon' see that on the road? Besides, that was all the way back in the first season, get with the times!

"Stinkmeaner's dentures?" Cindy

"Stink-who?"

"Stinkmeaner."

"What kinda ugly ass nigga would be named Stinkmeaner?"

They all did a double take to the driving rapper as he looked at them puzzled.

"What? What'd I say?"

"Nigga, how the hell do you NOT know Colonel H. Stinkmeaner? He's the old dude who whooped granddad's ass before we accidentally killed him. Then he came back from the dead and took over Tom's body before Ruckus and Huey somehow got him sent back to hell. And then he narrated an episode when his crew came back to avenge him and they killed Bushido Brown before they got caught by po-po? You don't know?" Caesar explained and asked.

"Hey man, I can only be in so many episodes. And what the hell? How do you know? You weren't even in the show, nigga."

"But I watch them on YouTube, and you should too, because you be doin' some stupid shit sometimes. Matter fact, you went broke in the third season, so how the hell are we in this Hummer right now?"

"Because," Thugnificient said while giving an evil glare to the sky. "Some certain writer decided that He should wait until about a year before updating his Boondocks stories because he was too busy writing for some gay-ass white-boy book called "The Outsiders."

Fuck you, that was an awesome ass book

"Nigga, you's a writer, not a reader." Riley replied.

Riley, can you even READ, first of all?

"Hell yeah, nigga! Don't insult me nigga!"

Don't insult you? Nigga, y'all better stop insulting me! I'm the writer.

"And? What's the worst you can do?"

The crew then caught a flat tire and the truck stopped immediately. Thugnificient then went outside to fix it, but he suffered a stroke and died. Cindy went to check on him, but a car hit her and she died. Caesar went to check on her, but he got distracted by a pretty lady on the sidewalk. He stepped to her, but she pulled a revolver out of her purse, screamed "I'm Rick James bitch!", and killed him.

"OKAY!" Macktastic pleaded. "We sorry! We understand now. You the all powerful muthafucka. Now fix everything back.

That's what I thought. I rule y'all niggas. 'Bout time I get ma respect. WEST SIIIIDE!

"West Side?" Riley asked. "Nigga, Woodcrest is in Maryland."

Riley is shot at by the Rick James lady. A Window breaks, but Riley survives (for now, at least…)

Don't correct me, nigga. Fine, I got shit to do and this fic needs to end, so I'll fix it back.

UNDO!

(Tape plays in slow motion up until the flat tire and footage resumes)

"Yo, you forgot the tire."

No I didn't. If y'all so smart and don't need a writer, y'all can figure that shit out by yourselves. Oh and here's someone to help you with that.

Jasmine, still drunk off her ass, appears with Thugnificient's wine in her hand and pukes.

"Yo," a fuming Thugnificient asks. "How the FUCK did this bitch drink half a bottle of $500 champagne?"