Thank you for the reviews!
Now for chapter 3, Spousal abuse Stinks!
I don't own HTF. Mondo Media does
Controversy and Taboo; Homosexuality, Cannibalism, Intersexuality, Globalization, Sadomasochism, Genocide, Pedophilia, and Child Abuse.
Nutty sits on stage, thinking to himself. "Ich hab' kein lust. Ich hab' kein lust. Ich hab' kein lust mit anzufasen. Ich-" Lumpy bursts through the door, as a postal worker.
"Mail for a mr. Homoerotic Fly!" Lumpy cheers.
"It's homeotic, not homoerotic." Nutty specifies.
"Well it is to me!" Lumpy laughs as he walks back out the building. Nutty glances at him then at the mail. He quickly tears it open and reads some og the letters;
'We love Homeotic Fry!' He smiled, and laid it down next to him.
'This is a letter from Happy Tree School District. You are in direct violation o-' Nutty didn't bother reading it further.
A few letters were really sincere, but the one that caught his eye was a poorly written one. It smelled like rotten eggs, bleach, and rotting flesh, but it read;
'Homeotic Fry, I have very little time to be free, so can you come to Grimmsville, for me. I have very little time to live. Could you please come play at my school. I do have drug money if you're wondering how I'm paying you.'
A tear crept from his eyes, and his frown widened. He was going to Grimmsville. No matter what.
He climbed up into the clubhouse, where the members of the band were. In the clubhouse, Toothy was the only one fully concious. He smiles to himself "Jack-off time!" He whispers. He quickly unzips his pants, and wraps his hands around his cock. Nutty interrupts, opening the door quickly.
"Hey g-" Nutty, who was smiling when he came in, turned his grin into a frown. He slowly exits the clubhouse, door following behind. Handy wakes up first, glaring at the suprise awaiting him on Toothy's lap.
"I'll just close my eyes and pretend this never happened, Ok?" Handy says stupified. Toothy quickly pulls up his pants, blushing from embarassment.
"Yeah, let's..." he squeaks.
"Are you decent, Bucktooth?" Nutty yells up to him. Toothy sighs.
"Yes. 'Ya gonna make a song about it?" Nutty's ears stand erect. He burst through the door, grabs Toothy's face and kisses him.
"Thank you Toothy! Thank you!" He yells ecstatically. Toothy's cheeks become blood red, and he lets out a small giggle. "Oh, yeah, tell the others we're going to Grimmsville!" He says. Nutty gently lets go of Toothy and walks out of the clubhouse again. Toothy violently shakes Handy awake.
"Nutty kissed me, dude! On the lips!" He yells. Handy, only then waking up, falls over, unconcious from shock.
Later, on the bus, Nutty slowly awakens, blanketed by crumpled up paper. He glances around, and everyone staring at him. "What is it!?" he groans. Flippy exhales.
"Nutty, we're in Grimmsville. Right now. Without an original song. We might have to cancel the concert." He sighs softly. Nutty glares at him with wide eyes.
"The show must go on!" He cackles triumphantly. Cuddles and Toothy look at each other, then at Nutty. Cuddles leans over to Toothy's ear.
"The rabies have caught up with him."
LATER.
Nutty walks on stage, with a surgical mask covering his nose and face. He had swimming goggles over his eyes, and a caveman costume on. The audience had many deformed people in it, and from what he could tell, they all seemed anxious for the band. Nutty grabs the microphone from the stand. "Hello all! Being here's a gas!" he jokes.
A navy-blue squirrel yells at him. "We heard that shit from the health department!"
Nutty raises his hand to silence the audience. "Flippy, give our fan a present." A grenade lands in the squirrel's hands.
"You cumwad-" the grenade goes off, blowing him to pieces. The rest of the crowd stare at him.
"Now, enjoy our song! And for one special Grimmsvillian, we'll give them a spcial prize!" He yells. The audience cheers, and Nutty smiles.
He reaches onto his back, and pulls out a flame-thrower. "Look kids, real napalm!" he yells. In a flash of light, the other band members appear. Handy had a leather hat on, with angel wing emerging from his side. Toothy had a cowboy hat, with a snorkel and wet suit. Cuddles walks on stage, dressed as a cosmonaut, with a zoot suit over top of it. He closes the visor, and gives Nutty a thumbs up. He pulls the trigger engulfing Cuddles in fire. Nutty sets the flamethrower aside and runs to the drums. Cuddles, with flames still ablaze on his suit, signals the band to start. He picks up his guitar and starts playing. After a few moments he begins.
"The Japs surrendered!" goes a voice from the speakers.
"Above the cityscape,
a Thunderbolt, with deadly speed,
Irradiation, no escape,
'Cause of an 'merican creed.
What a loss, such a shame.
But we must play the death game!
We'll try to run, you'll try to pray,
but we're treated one in the same!"
The instruments stop, and a heavy german voice booms "Rammstein, und die Sonne schient!"
"A heart breaks o'er Duetschland,
Three Ponies crash in the kid-filled crowd.
Blood has leaked into the oily sand,
the explosion still rings loud.
What a loss, such a shame.
But we must play the death game!
We'll try to run, you'll try to pray,
but we're treated one in the same!"
As Cuddles begins the guitar solo, Handy is lifted up, above the band, and flies over the audience. Nutty leaps into the audience, wielding the flame thrower. Cackling maniacly, as the flames lightly lap at Handy's feet. On que, Handy's Angel wings burst into flames, and he swoops down on the audience. Both Handy and Nutty quickly procede back to their seat as the final stansa begins.
Nutty screams into the audience, "The South Tower fell! It fell to the ground!"
"The metal birds in the wind,
destroy the towers nice and large.
Pentagons and Farms as well.
The heavens descend upon the streets 'cause o' those who sinned!
The World's plunged in a depressed hell!
What a loss, such a shame.
But we must play the death game!
We'll try to run, you'll try to pray,
but all is lost, so just seize the day!
What a loss, such a shame.
But we must play the dying game!
We'll try to run, you'll try to pray,
We're all fucked anywaaaaaaay!!!
The Audience screams, ecstatic and energetic. Cuddles exhales. Nutty drops down from his stand, stealing the microphone from Cuddles. "Be honest, who sent us the letter?" The entire crowd raises their hand. "Who wants to fuck me?" Some of the hands drop, but thousands still remain. "Who wants to fuck Toothy?" Everyone's hand drops, except for a pink racoon.
"Me,me, me!" an orange racoon slaps him.
"Shut up , Simon, your embarassing me!" the Racoon yells.
Nutty scans the crowd looking for any hands. None. "Who is going to get AIDS in the next three years because of their parents." A youthful, delicate skunk raises her hand. He points at her "You there, come on stage!" She quickly makes her way through the crowd and onto the stage. He wraps his arm around her shoulder. "What's your name?"
"Elyssa." she mutters.
"Elyssa! Thank you for writing us, we had a great time here! Good night, Grimmsville!" He hollers. The band walks off stage. Suddenly, It begins raining. The audience looks around. There were no exits, and Grimmsville's hazardous chemical filled atmosphere made every drop of rain acidic.
Homeotic Fry and Elyssa walk out to the bus. She speaks up over the cries of the dying audience. "How much was that preformance?" she says, pulling out a bag of money.
Nutty places his finger on his mouth. "How old are you?"
"Er, uh, 15." she mutters timidly.
Handy shrugs, "Eh, close enough." catching on to what Nutty was insinuating. Elyssa looks at the band members.
Flippy, Cuddles, Handy, and Nutty sychronously scream, "GANGBANG!" The grab Elyssa, and hurtle into the bus. Toothy sighs, pulling out a swimsuit magazine. "Looks like it's you and me tonight."
Atleast for me, it was long and ranty.
Elyssa might be a signifigant character, I'm working it over, but expect it.
Oh well, review.
