Disclaimer: I don't own this series, any series that makes any cameo appearances, or the people who have made Bo-bobo. I do, however, own this fic.
Check from the previous chapters on how I named each character, so I won't have to do it again on the upcoming chapters.
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"Hey! I can see a town!"
"And where there's a town, there's probably a bed!"
"And where there's a bed, it means that I'LL CALL THE PILLOW!"
"THERE'S MORE THAN ONE BED, POPPA!"
"Then I get the nice one!"
"And with people in that town, we can get FUNKIFIED!"
"BO-BOBO!"
"Ah... I missed the beckoning insanity of my friends..."
Bo-bobo, Beauty, Gasser, Poppa Rocks, Jelly Jiggler, Hatenkou, Dengakuman, Softon, Milder and Mitch were now bolting out of the never-ending forest! They're currently running down a carefully laid-out dirt path, surrounded by beautiful flowers. The orange candy was trying to get ahead of the pink-haired girl, but he tried a desperate move: he TACKLED her! Into the lovely garden of flowers.
"Aww..." Jelly quipped. "That girl certainly attracts candies to her!" A gawking Gasser looked down at Jelly, before the lychee-flavored individual shut up. "Well, I said what I wanted to say."
"C'mon." Softon said. "Get out of there, you two. We WILL leave you behind!"
And as everyone but Gasser kept moving on, the silver-haired boy waited for the two now smiling girl and candy couple to walk up to him. As they walked calmly down the trail, Beauty leaned her head to his right shoulder, making him blush easily. As he looked to his left shoulder, he saw Poppa... with his Beauty impersonation and eyes, looking at him dreamily. He sighed, and just continued walking.
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Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo: Video Crisis!
Our Town-tastic call! We Won't Wreck it, we Promise!
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"Ah... civilization, at last!" Bo-bobo cheered, as he popped open his afro, and an old-style bandstand appeared, now playing trumpets, tubas, and the occasional big drum. "This is truly a time to be in the right place! C'mon gang! Let's make the most of it!" He snapped his afro lid shut, crushing everyone in it, with sounds of breaking instruments.
"Ah, Bo-bobo, you truly are the king of kings." Jelly commented sarcastically.
"YOU KNOW I DON'T RECEIVE COMPLIMENTS WELL!" Bo-bobo cried, as he kneed Jelly in the gut.
The Jiggler struggled to stand, leaning on Softon. "Why me? Why always me?"
The soft-serve-headed man shrugged. "'Cause you're squishy?"
"Where'd God-Daddy go?" Hatenkou looked around, finally spying behind him, seeing Gasser being dragged by the arms by Beauty and Poppa. "What took you guys?"
"Well, since this is a new town to us," Poppa Rocks said, pulling out a wallet. "We thought to ourselves, why don't we go shopping?"
"Okay gang, that sounds like an AWESOME PLAN!" Bo-bobo flipped open his afro again, only the bandstand inside was still broken and deserted with fractured instruments.
Beauty stared, but kept her tone as calm as it usually is. "WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE?"
"Bad rehearsal." Bo-bobo lied, as he closed his afro again.
At that exact moment, as if on cue, the whole gang's stomachs growled in unity. Everyone blushed an embarrassed red, denoting that they should find someplace to eat. Thankfully, the ten of them were standing in front of the Happy Croc Restaurant. They nodded, and walked right on in.
"Welcome to the Happy Croc Restaurant, y'all!" A sweet and voluptuous voice came from... a crocodile waitress with a cute waitress dress on. Smiling at the unnerved Mitch, Gasser, Poppa Rocks, and Hatenkou quartet, she walked up to the counter. "A table for 10? Right this way, y'all."
"Anyone else notice the giant talking croc?" Bo-bobo openly stated. "Or is it just me?"
"She's not so bad." Milder said. "I think she looks quite lovely."
"You got a crush on Gator Gal?" The elder of the two brothers said in deep surprise.
"She's a CROC, bro. There are significant differences."
"Yeah, but both'll kill you with their mighty jaws."
While the two brothers argued on, they reached a massive ten-seater booth with big table. Everyone slid to their place, and each grabbed a menu. They ordered quickly, and were now waiting for their meal.
"Ah, now this is real living, you know." Beauty said. "Friends going to lunch."
"Actually, Beauty, it's breakfast." Dengakuman corrected her.
"No, it's 11:30. That's basically lunch."
"No, no, no, no!" Dengakuman started to get angry. "Lunch has ALWAYS been designated at noon, no earlier! So it's breakfast!"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, calm down!" Softon said. "There's a reason why it's called Brunch, you two. It's inbetween breakfast and lunch, so people wouldn't have to get at each other's throats. So, let's all enjoy our Brunch. Okay?"
The two arguers nodded. "I'm sorry I got angry, Beauty." Dengakuman apologized.
"Oh yeah!" Milder said, as he reached into his pocket. "I forgot! We also came with you guys for another reason." He pulled out a picture, of our good pal, Denbo-chan, about to be eaten by a whale, in chapter 5. "Have you guys seen this lady?"
Hatenkou and Poppa Rocks froze in shock. Bo-bobo and Dengakuman, however, we're giddy, but for all the wrong reasons. "Hey! That's the great magical singer, Denbo-chan!" They said in unison. The great-afroed man kicked Dengakuman to the side. "I really want to get her autograph!"
"We're looking for this woman." Mitch said. "It was the last request from our deceased pal, Moleton Le Flaga. He wanted us to tell her he said 'Thank you' for something or another..."
"Uh, yeah... Denbo-chan sort of DESTROYED that guy, because he attacked us." Jelly said. The twobrothers stared blankly atthe lychee-flavored man, who was playing with his napkin."Something about how we were going to drive on top of his mountain... I don't remember anymore..." His jelly eyes spied the alligator waitress bringing in half of the gang's orders, with the other half carried carefully on her scaly tail. "KICK ASS!" Jelly was excited.
"Now, let us eat, minna!" Bo-bobo rallied, as the ten of them, even the normally calm Beauty, Gasser, and Softon, dove right into their meals, savoring the love and care of each dish before it wound up in their stomachs. Bo-bobo was the first to finish his, and he started convulsing. "Whoa..."
"What's wrong?" Beauty asked, with a little bit of food in her mouth.
"Don't chew with your mouth full!" The candy yelled, as he slapped the back of her head with his trademark leek.
All the while Softon and Gasser were trying to dislodge the choking girl, a small ghostly portal appeared in front of the afroed hero. He gazed slightly into it, before a spooky spirit popped out of it, freaking out the patrons and the others.
"Bo-bobo..." The spirit whispered aloud.
"... Father!" Bo-bobo cried out.
"WHAT THE?" Beauty was exasperated.
Softon could also only look oddly at the wisp. "That's pretty strange, even for what WE encounter."
"Father, how could you abandon me when I was a little kid?" The afroed man started to cry. "How could you just toss me out into the cold world like that?"
"I had to, to protect you from them... but now, you are stronger, and you have even defeated the Big Four!" The wisp now had a vein on his head. "But you're still a grave disappointment! HAVE AT YOU!"
"EAT THIS, OLD MAN!" Bo-bobo roared, before he unleashed a devastating side-winder punch, knocking the wisp and the ghost portal into oblivion. He smiled with great pride, and he whistled to the crocodilian waitress over to them. Ignoring the blank stares of the patron, and Hatenkou's sudden bawling, he said. "Ma'am, this dish was so divine, that I got to see the spirit of my dead father, and pound his ass back to where he came from! I'm gonna recommend this place!"
"Well, that's an awful nice compliment, sir!" She said, "but we don' really care much about publicity. I mean, if you want to tell othas about this place, go ahead, but too much publicity almost killed this restaurant once, and so we don' wanna repeat that little mistake."
"A shame, really." Milder nodded. "This is darn good food." Seeing Mitch make kissy noises to his buff self, he uppercutted the Soul Devourer hard, with Dengakuman laughing at him.
Suddenly, the front door burst off its hinges, as two men walked into the restaurant. One of them was a giant brown-clothed man whose back was hunched with massive fists, and the other wore bright-spangled clothing with rhinestones, and had a dagger tucked away.
"What do y'all want?" The waitress was now mad. "You can't just bust down our door like that!"
"Keep it down," the big guy said, with a deep whine. "And no collateral damage will be done."
"Just like my amigo said," the suave other pointed out. "Hand us over the one called Bo-bobo, and your poor restaurant won't go up in flames."
"You mean us?"
As the two men looked down, they saw three little miniature Bo-bobos, all looking so innocent with their tiny blond afros, and each wearing a red, green, and blue shirt. Beauty gawked in the distance.
"I am Bobobo-," the first one said.
"I am Bo Bo-," the second one said.
"And I am Bobo!" the third one finished.
"Together we combine to make:" the three of them started to glow, and then they merged together to make the big blue-shouldered afroed hero we all know and/or love. "Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo!"
"THAT WAS USELESS, BO-BOBO!"
"Ah," the big guy said. "As long as we do intro-ductions, let's do ours..."
"Sure, why not?" The suave guy said.
All the lights turned off, as two spotlights dawned on the two obvious Bald Empire Intarweb Corps members. The first light brightened on the big guy. "I am... P."
"Not much of a name," Softon muttered, with Hatenkou and Dengakuman nodding.
"And I," the debonair fellow had his turn. "am the suave and sophisticated Arn D. Stumpgrinder!"
"Okay, P I can understand." Jelly stood up from his seat. "But who calls themselves Stumpgrinder? WHY AM I SO INFURIATED?"
"Ah, you must be Jelly... my lady requests that we return you to her alive, if it's reasonably practical."
"Marmalada sent you two?" The blue Jiggler was astonished. "Well, after we whoop your STUMPGRINDIN butts, tell that orange gel that I would rather die thanjoin her ranks!"
Bo-bobo's nose hairs suddenly wrapped around his lychee-flavored pal, tightening his grip. "Good call, Jelly G! Fist of the Nose Hair!" He flung Jelly at high speeds. "BO-BOBOTAPULT! FIRE!"
The semi-aqueous Jelly made contact with P, and knocked him out completely. "Ow..." Jelly rubbed his head. "I didn't know I could be a one-hit instant kill move..."
"P! My main man!" the suave guy grabbed the big guy's hand. "Where did he get you?"
(Movie Preview: Big Guys, Bigger Hearts)
"I missed this too..." Softon mused.
"Arn, dude..." P said, suddenly in a hospital bed, and wearing a hospital gown that couldn't cover all of his girth, but had some help with the sheets from the bed. "He gots me in the side. It hurts to breathe."
Arn D. Stumpgrinder put a finger to P's lips. "Don't speak anymore, man. Just get your rest, and just leave everything to your good pal Stumpgrinder."
"AGAIN with the Stumpgrinder!" Jelly raved.
He received a giant axe kick to the back of the head from Hatenkou and Softon. "SHUT. UP."
"What if yous no come back?" P questioned sadly.
"Don't worry, I will return man. Because you and I, we got this synergy, man." From his shades, a tear was sliding down. "I love ya, man."
"I loves you too, dood." P said, before closing his eyes, with a big smile on the big guy's face.
"That's so beautiful!" Beauty cried outloud.
(End Movie Preview: Big Guys, Bigger Hearts; coming in may 2006)
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The fingers of the suave fellow tapped on his companion's forehead, as a great deal of energy was surrounding him, and then channeled to P. "Stump Grind Support: TELEPORT!" And in an instant, the big hulk that was P, soon vanished. "When my good pal P gets better, he'll let lady Marmalada know of your whereabouts, so what I'm gonna do, is keep you guys company for the next few hours or so--" he turned to see the gang walking out the door. "HEY! GET BACK HERE!"
"We'll take you on, Stumpgrinder!" Bo-bobo warned. "But we're not gonna decimate that poor alligator's restaurant to do so!"
"She's a CROC!" Milder bugged out.
"Yeah, and I bet she's a bad arms dealer too." Hatenkou added.
"She better not have been!" Dengakuman panicked, wielding a giant bazooka. "She told me this thing was used to pulverize bad guys!"
"How'd you afford that thing?" Beauty was shocked.
"So be it, Bo-bobo and friend." Ignoring the mass stare of all but Bo-bobo and Gasser, he pulled off his shades, and pulled out his trusty dagger... phone? "Yeah! Sing it with me!"
Bo-bobo, Poppa, and Jelly in tutus, were tip-toeing around the Bald Empire man. "DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DAGGER-PHONE!"
He glared, as his dagger-phone was now glowing evilly. "Stump Grind Hand: FOOL CUT!" As quickly as he drew his blade, the dancing trio were now covered with blade cuts and slight drops of blood, but enough damage was dealt to also knock them down. "That attack works well on idiots..." His eyes soon stared at Beauty specifically. "Now that the buffoons are out of commission... time for the rest of you to--"
"OUT OF COMMISSION?" Bo-bobo rose up once more, in a business man's suit. "But if I don't sell three more things by Tuesday, I'll lose my thumbs!" He looked back, and was frightened with Poppa Rocks and Jelly Jiggler wielding butcher knives. "EEEEEEEEK!"
"WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING?" Arn D. Stumpgrinder was well pissed. He then regained composure, and pushed his shades back up the bridge of his nose. "No matter! You can't take all of me!" His dagger-phone started ringing, and thus he answered it. "Hello? Of course I would like some backup, thank you much!" When he hung up, multiple copies of himself popped out of the receiver end. "That's my Stump Grind Hand: COPY-GANGER!" His voice echoed across all the copies, who were now surrounding the gang. "Which one is the real me?"
"Hey Beauty!" Mitch said. "Let's handle these copy bums!"
"Okay. Cover us then, Gasser." Beauty said.
"Got it!"
"Fist of the Hungry Soul! SOULFUL FLICKERS!" The Soul Devourer unleashed his white-hot flames at some of Arn's shades, but the attack just happened to phase through them to hit Bo-bobo. Seeing him squeal in pain, he raised his voice. "IF YOU'RE NOT FIGHTING, GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"Varied Support Fist!" She pulled out her trusty fan. "BOOMERANG HARISEN!" As trusty as the name, she launched it, and it proceed to phase through all of the images, and then hit the real Arn D. Stumpgrinder. "GET HIM NOW!" Her fan non-stopping, it clubbed Dengakuman and Milder a few times. "Sorry!"
"I got him! GAS BEAM!" Gasser unleashed a smoky beam at real Arn, knocking the suave man down, but before he could follow-up another shot, three of his copies gut-punched the silver-haired boy down. "I thought those were only images..."
"They are," Stumpgrinder chuckled. "But, I didn't want to spoil it by saying that if I expended some of my energy, I can make any of my shades of Arn (that's what I call em) physical!" He felt his dagger-phone ring again, and he put it to his ear. "Hello--" After a flash, he crumpled down, and he clutched his ear.
"Ouch... That's gotta hurt." Was all Bo-bobo offered.
"Dummy..." Jelly insulted.
In an instant, Arn D. Stumpgrinder put the dagger-phone to his ear once more, with his ear covered in a blood-soaked bandage. "Sorry for the delay. ...Yes, I put the wrong end of the phone in my ear again... Yes, I know I should stop doing that..."
"I WANNA USE THE PHONE!" Poppa Rocks and Hatenkou, personified as little kids jumped on top of the suave guy, trying to pry the weapon from his hands. "WE WANNA CALL DADDY!"
"Now chillun', you know you don't have a daddy..." Bo-bobo in an apron said in a motherly tone. "You only have your uncle Milder to play with, so stop bugging cousin Arn and play with uncle Milder."
"I AM NOT YOUR UNCLE!" Milder said, before he got line-tackled by the normal sized godfather and godson.
"Hey, thanks for getting them off me!" Arn said, before seeing a massive lance of nose hair jabbing him in the arms. "OW!"
"Fist of the Nose Hair! HAIR LANCER!"
"Look, I'll call you back, I'm getting assaulted by Bo-bobo. ...YES, that's an actual person's name!" He hung up, and then charged quickly and stabbed Bo-bobo in the shin. "Like THAT, punk?"
"What are you stabbing, man?" Jelly asked. "Bo-bobo has been dead... for years."
"What?" Arn turned around, to see only the clothes of the Bonafide Bo. "Where'd he go?"
Suddenly, an afro-tipped petunia grazed the cheek ofthe suave fellow, and pierced Jelly inbetween the eyes. "OW! THE HELL!"
"The very Bo you are looking for, is right here."
Came the mysterious voice, as the gang looked up to the top of a roof, to see Bo-bobo, dressed in nothing but a towel and a turban. "I am the Bo-light Knight! Protector of the innocent! And you, Mr. Stumpgrinder, have done away with an innocent, so face the wrath of the Bo-light Knight!"
"PUT ON SOME PANTS AT LEAST!" Beauty cried.
"Indeed, I am tainted as well." Softon added with regret.
The 'Bo-light Knight' leapt into the air, and then braced his fighting stance, as he channelled his glowing gold energy. "Fist of the Bo-light Nose Hair Knight!" His nose hairs then turned into two massively long rapiers. They channeled their own golden energy, as they lashed out at the man, which he dodged with ease.
"Nice try, Bo-bobo! I'm not going down so easily!"
"GO BO-LIGHT KNIGHT!" Bo-bobo, with a bandage on his stabbed shin, called out to the Bo-light Knight. Everyone bugged out right here. "I believe you can do it!"
"Thank you, citizen!" His rapier hairs finally transformed into megaphones, which he brought to his mouth. "BO-LIGHT CROWD CONTROL DEVASTATOR!"
The close range sonic booms brought buildings to their knees, the gang to their stomachs, Bo-bobo flying into the Bo-light Knight to become one with him once more, and the no longer suave Arn D. Stumpgrinder to be acquainted with the sky.
"You haven't seen the last of us, Bo-bobo! We will be BAAAAAAAaaaaaaack!" He called out, before he disappeared in a twinkle.
"Yay! You did it, Bo-bobo!" The humans of the group said, group-hugging Bo-bobo, and then beating him up. "BUT NOW WE CAN'T HEAR GOOD!"
"Oh geez..." Poppa looked around, his candy lips fell into a frown. "It might be best if we left right now, gang." The town around them was practically leveled by the sonic booms, with the odd exception of the Happy Croc restaurant.
And before the townspeople could chase after them, they were far gone.
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"Well, that was a close one." Gasser panted, looking back from the sound-ravaged town.
"Yeah!" Hatenkou added. "We were THIS close to having to pay for collateral damages! Like we got that kind of money on us!"
Everyone chuckled at that thought, but the gang's eyes turned to the brothers who were about to go down a different fork in the road. "You two have to go?" Bo-bobo asked.
"I'm afraid so." Mitch said with regret. "We still have to find that woman... Denbo-chan, I believe her name was, you said."
"Don't worry. We'll meet again." And with that, the Muscle Master and the Soul Devourer waved goodbye, and walked away.
MILDER LEFT YOUR PARTY.
The candy looked around again. "Where'd that come from?"
MITCH LEFT YOUR PARTY.
"We can't worry about that right now, minna!" Bo-bobo rallied, as the eight of them were now running off towards the opposite path in the fork, and running towards their destiny. "LET'S GO!"
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Will the gang be sure that their next trip to a town won't end in disaster?
Who are we to say who they will encounter next?
And will Poppa Rocks get a prescription drugfor his godson, who's currently writing on his back?
"YOUNO-GOOD PUNK!"
Hatenkou smiled. "We'll find out, next time!"
