Yori: That's a odd event to have inspiration for this song, but I admit it's very good.
Ron: (Chuckles) Songs are created anyplace, anywhere. Michael clearly believes that.
MJ: Thank you all! (bows) Now, this next song is all about people of all colors...black...white...Hispanic...etc! This was a great music vidoe back in the 1990s, and McCully Culkin stared in it once! So, here is my next song, "Black or White"! Hit it, band!
(The band started to play the music in the background, and MJ began to sing. As they did, several performers danced onstage dressed up as people from all over the world, such as Germans in lederhosens, Russian dancers in dresses, Americans dressed om gangster outfits and suits, Japanese people in kimonos, Chinese people in warrior outfits, Irish people in green suits, etc, all danced in sync with MJ...)
MJ (singing) I took my baby on a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you?
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle has happened tonight
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't second to none
And I told about equality and it's true
Either you're wrong or you're right
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the going gets rough
I ain't scared of your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets
I ain't scared of nobody
Girl, when the going gets mean
Protection
For gangs, clubs, and nations
Causing grief in human relations
It's a turf war on a global scale
I'd rather hear both sides of the tale
See, it's not about races
Just places, faces
Where your blood comes from
Is were your space is
I've seen the bright get duller
I'm not going to spend my life being a color
Don't tell me you agree with me
When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I said if you're thinkin' of being my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I said if you're thinkin' of being my brother
It don't matter if you're black or white
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's black, it's white
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's black, it's white
Ron: That's right, man! We are the same no matter what we look like!
Yori: We bleed the same color!
(The scene cuts to 90 minutes later, when Yori, Ron, and Gio drove away from the concert...)
Gio: Wasn't that awesome?!
Gio: Did you all have fun?!
Ron: Sure was! And Michael Jackson is the best singer ever! (Rufus nods in agreement with a loud squeak of appreciation)
Yori: I loved it all!
Gio: And we got professional recordings as souvenirs!
Ron: Oh, yeah. This would be a great thing to hear sometimes at home!
Gio: Hey, Ron do you have anyone at home that you spend time with?
Ron: Yeah, my parents, through Kim visit pretty much. She loves Michael Jackson, not as much as me, but still.
Gio (chuckles): Man, when this school year is over, I'm gonna miss you, Stoppable. You and Rufus are so cool to hang out with.
Ron: (Grins) Ditto.
Gio: I bet all the girls fall right over you and they see you walk down the hallways!
Ron: (Sighs) That's a dream. I am more of a let loose, chillax boy, and there's not many girls who likes that kind of personality as they seem more serious, more uptight...Kim is in the middle, but she's still a 'A' girl.
Gio (nods): But...at least you got Kim. Until I met you, I had no friends.
Ron: Aww, don't be so glum, Gio! You just don't have me, you got Yori and Rufus too! (Rufus nods with a affirming squeak.)
Yori: That's right. I am very glad to have you as my friend, Gio-san.
Gio: But what's gonna happen when the semester is over?
Ron: I don't know, but I know this. We gotta make the best of it, eh?
Gio (sighs): do you think maybe I can get your phone number ?
Ron: (Grins) Totally! Let's trade numbers when we get back at the school. You're driving right now. (Yawns) Boy, even if I spent my day sleeping in and reading books, tonight sure got me bushed.
Gio (secretly texts Monkey Fist "attack the car now. I must lead Rufus into a false security sense some more"): Good idea! Now we're about to head back to school, and nothing is going to ruin the day!
Yori: Indeed. (Gio looks back at her with a grin via the headview mirror) Gio, watch out! (Points with a shriek, seeing a monkey in the road)
Gio (slams foot on the brake): What?! What happened?!
Yori: Monkey! Monkey on the road!
Gio (bursts out into laughter): Ha, Ha, very funny!
Yori: I swear there was a monkey right there, walking across the road! If I hadn't shouted out, he would have been hit!
Gio (laughs): Oh, man! You're such a joker, Yori! Next thing you know, you're going to be telling me that Monkey Fist is back!
Ron: Yeah, and besides, there's wild monkeys around here. There's nothing wrong! You're just imagining things, Yori. (A thump sound then came from the roof upside) That gotta be a acorn or something...right?
Gio: I'll get out and check...(unbuckles seatbelt, and steps out of the car) And we have...(sees Monkey Fist) AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Monkey Fist: Well, well, if it wasn't the boy who kicked me in the stomach!
Gio (tries to run off): I'M OUT OF HERE!
Monkey Fist: (Gives off a high pitched whistle, and ninja monkeys came out of nowhere, surrounding Gio, the car, and Monkey Fist) You're surrounded, boy, along with your friends.
Gio: RON! YORI! HELP!
Ron: Hold on, we're coming! (Opens door, and comes out with Yori following him behind) Oh, crap. (Sees Monkey Fist crouching upon roof of car)
Monkey Fist: Stoppable.
Ron: (Glares at him) Monkey Fist. I thought you were gone off to England to put my confession to court.
Monkey Fist: It wasn't legit to them! Instead, they told me that Ron has to admit in PERSON! You're coming with me, Stoppable! And then, I'll kill you!
Gio (grabs a rock): NOT IF I CAN HELP IT! (Tosses rock)
(The rock hits Monkey Fist's shoulder roughly, earning him to shriek in pain.) Ron: Great shot!
Gio (jumps onto hood): I beat you once and I'll do it again!
Monkey Fist: Well, I hear you're trained to be a ninja. This will be easy to beat you.
Gio (uses several kung fu moves)
Monkey Fist: (Returns to fight back by using his several kung fu movies unless a well-placed kick by Gio hits him back, flying off the car into the bushes) AH! OWWWWW!
Ron: (Grimaces) That gotta hurt...(Sees Monkey Fist muttering curses as he came out of the bushes, brickies in his hair and clothes) Okay, that's even worse...
Yori: He's gonna have a time working these out...
Gio (pulls out bamboo stick: Ooooooooo...yaaaaaaaa!(twirls it around)
Monkey Fist: Enough! I can't fight again with the brickies in my hair and clothes!
Gio: Awww, too bad! (Grabs him in headlock)
Monkey Fist: (Grunts as he fights back despite the brickies on himself) Ha! (Groans as Gio flips him despite a punch to Gio's stomach) Ooh! (Growls lowly as he then loops aroun Gio's leg, getting him with a grin, causing Gio to fall over into a nearby bush of brickles) A eye for a eye!
(Whistles for the ninja monkeys as he then slinks off into the trees with the ninja monkeys screeching and shrieking at Ron and Yori before following Monkey Fist, and all vanishes before Gio and the other teens' eyes)
Ron: You okay, Gio?
Yori: That was mean of him.
Gio: Ow...ow...is there any blood?
Ron: (Walks over to take a closer look) No, nope. But you're gonna have a heck of a time with the brickies. Want a hand to pull them out?
Gio: Yes, please...(gets up and walks over) Ow...ow...ow...
Ron: Alright, take a seat here on the side. Let's take a look, oh, boy, most of them are on your upperside including the hair...Want me to do the back?
Gio: Ugh...It doesn't matter. I just need them all gone.
Ron: Righto. Yori, do the shoulders while I do the back. Rufus, take check of his hair. He probably didn't want a haircut in the first place, but your teeth or claws should do the trick in case if the brickies are a stubborn sort. (Rufus nods with a squeak. Translation: You got it!)
Yori: Alright, Gio. We will make this painless and quick. (Heads for the first few brickies on the right shoulder while Rufus gently leaps into Gio's head, stepping carefully to the brickies.)
(The scene cuts to everyone arriving back at the school at 9:45 pm. Sensei greeted them.)
Sensei: All of you are weary. You took longer than Friday night. Must I ask what happened?
Gio: Yeah...Monkey fist attacked our car!
Sensei: Oh, dear. You all clearly are unscathed, but Gio-san, you are having a aura of ebbing pain. Did Monkey Fist touch you?
Ron: There was a intense fight between him and Gio. I think it was a tie...Monkey Fist and Gio got into brickie bushes...Monkey Fist vanished with his monkey ninjas, covered in brickies. We had to help Gio remove the brickies from himself...
Yori: We tried to make it painless and quick, Sensei. (Rufus nods with a squeak of affirmation.)
Gio: Yes...It hurts...ow...but I'll be fine before tomorrow.
Sensei: Very well, Gio-san, but you must give me a confirmation of healing tomorrow morning as I advise you to use pain lotion tonight if you have any in your things.
Gio: I do have some. (bows) Yes, Sensei.
Sensei: Very good. Now, off you go, all of you. You had a busy night, and tomorrow will be a new day.
Gio: Yes, Sensei..(walks away) Ow...ow...
Ron: Night, Sensei. (Bows before he then goes on to catch up with Gio) Hey, Gio, lean on me, man. I got ya.
Yori: I wish you a night of dreams, Sensei. (Bows before she follows the boys in through the entrance of the school)
(The scene cuts to the next morning when everyone woke up at 4:00 am, and Gio woke up all nice and healed with no pain...)
Gio (yawns): Ugh, what a day!
(All awake and plenty rested, Ron knocked on the door, having woke up a few minutes before 4:00, curious/concerned about Gio's well-being) Ron: Gio, you awake? Are you all healed up, man? Those brickies sure was stubborn.
Gio: Yeah, I'm fine, Ron.
Ron: Alright. Come on, mediation's waiting for us! I'll save you a seat after you get changed! (Leaves the door, heading to mediation class)