Steven universe: heroes from Remnant
Chapter 4 drop the beat dad
In this episode where Weiss bond with Sour cream over their dad problems. Anyway it taught us that family are people that cares about you regardless if their blood or not. Anyway this my and switch on version of the episode so enjoy.
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As the days went by Steven and the Crystal Gems have made arrangements for their new friends, team RWBY after picking them up from the farm. The girls were getting used to the house by sleeping in the living room of the temple on sleeping bags. Steven also brought them new clothes and pajamas, he managed to convince his dad to go out and buy some. Greg surprisingly took the information of girls arriving from another world pretty well. Considering that Rose Quartz wasn't from Earth as well, he was sort of the person who would have reacted the most positively after hearing the news.
The first night they spent the house was when Steven discovered his powers of levitating or floating and it was a problem because Steven didn't immediately return to the ground. After many attempts from the gems and the girls spent the entire night trying to get him back down, Steven was falling the next morning after he figured out how his powers worked. When the others saw, Ruby quickly dove into action by jumping off of one of Weiss' glyphs to catch him.
It has been a week since then and Steven and team RWBY were offering to help with Sour cream's stuff, they met him and the other cool kids. Now as both Steven and Yang carried the equipment for the rave that was happening that night. Due to both of their enhanced strength they managed to carry the equipment with ease while wearing roadie clothes. While Ruby, Blake and Weiss very sweating because they were struggling with carrying their weight for the stuff they carried to the rave, despite this Ruby still found herself in awe of Steven's apparent super-strength as she called it.
Weiss was the first to speak after she had drank from her water bottle. "Ugh why do we have to carry all this stuff? Why can't Sour Cream's friends do it for him?"
"Because he asked personally, not to mention that he wants to get to know us better." Yang replied.
"We were huntresses not too long ago; now look where we are, hauling equipment of this 'rave'." Weiss groaned.
"You have to excuse her." Blake said. "Back where we're from, people in her family never did much… heavy lifting."
"Hey! That's not true!" Weiss exclaimed, she pointed an accusatory finger at Blake.
"Well…" Ruby started. "You did have somebody carrying your suitcases for you when we first moved to Beacon…"
The heiress folded her arms and pouted. "Let's just get this over with."
"Come on." Yang said putting her arm around her teammate. "You didn't think it was going to be Schneesy did you."
Ruby, Blake, Weiss and even Steven all collectively cringed at Yang's almost physically painful pun. Yang attempt at levity only seemed to irk Weiss even more, though that was probably Yang's goal all along.
Sour cream exited his house from the back after retrieving his laptop. "Thanks mom" as he met with the others. "Thanks again you guys for helping me with the stuff and for Steven and Yang for being my Roadies."
"No problem I like being a roadie. They help paid the heavy equipment, protect the singers from fans, and work behind the scenes." Steven explained while he imagined all the things that a Roadie would do.
"Well luckily for you guys we got the same thing where we come from, so it won't be like that whole baseball incident." Yang said. "You don't worry S.C., if anyone tried to give you any trouble, I'll just give them one of these!" she said raising her fist.
"…I don't think it's going to come to that." Sour Cream said. "But it's nice to have the extra security."
Walking towards the curtained garage short man, with a yellow beard and pale skin and wore a bright yellow raincoat and bright yellow hat. He was Yellowtail, Sour Cream's stepfather. Yellowtail brought a suitcase that was actually leaking water. He let out a surprised gasp after he saw Sour Cream's equipment and he started to ramble in what sounded like loud mumbles.
"Maa! Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma." Yellowtail said.
"No I'm not coming to dinner later I'm doing a show tonight, Yellowtail." Sour Cream replied to his mumbling stepfather.
"Ma-ma-ma! Ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-ma-ma!" Of course all the members of Team RWBY couldn't even come close to figure out what he was saying.
"Do you have any idea what he's saying?" Ruby muttered to Weiss, standing next to her.
"How could I?" Weiss answered.
"It is too a viable career! 80 percent of Germans make their living Deejaying! Why can you support my dream?! I don't want to be a boring fisherman like you!"
"You got all that from, ma-ma-ma-meh-meh-meh-ma-ma?" Yang asked, attempting to repeat what Yellowtail had said.
With that Sour Cream stormed off and Steven went after him but stopped to say hey to Yellowtail to which he nonchalantly returned with a greeting in his foreign language. This left Team RWBY alone with the man in a brief awkward silence.
"Y-yeah… we'll be going now…" Ruby said and they had slowly walked away from Yellowtail while he folded his arms.
They all eventually caught up with him as he walked with his hands in his pockets.
"You okay, Sour Cream?" Steven asked.
"Yeah, Yellowtail seemed… difficult…" Ruby added.
"Yeah. I just can't deal with my stepdad on my case all the time. Why would I want to bring home fish when I can bring home sick beats?" Sour Cream replied.
"Maybe he just doesn't get it." Yang figured. "I mean fishing, really… the only one here that likes fish is Blakey here, and that's for obvious reasons."
"Really Yang, really?" Blake dryly said with an annoyed tone.
"I've seen you scarf down tuna cans when you thought we weren't looking."
"Huh, so that's were all our tuna went." Steven said. Blake decided to drop the situation got even more awkward. "Don't worry Blake; Amethyst eats our food all the time."
Sour Cream looked back to them while he continued walking. "Well if he wants to 'Ma-ma-ma' so much about it, he doesn't have to come."
Weiss couldn't help but sympathize with Sour Cream, since they both shared an important similarity. Both had demanding fathers. Though Jacques Schnee was a whole different level of demanding when compared to Yellowtail. Mostly because he ran an entire multi-million lien empire, and wanted Weiss to inherit it, not exactly fishing, but the sentiment remained the same. She only gave a concerned look to Sour Cream.
"It's probably for the best anyway." Ruby said trying to cheer up Sour Cream. "It's not like a fisherman would normally go to raves anyway."
"Ugh. All the arguing messed up my stomach."
The group walked by Greg's Car Wash that was aptly named 'It's a Wash.' Sour Cream got the other's attention. "I'm going to use the bathroom."
After Sour Cream ran to the restroom, they noticed a car driving off onto the road. They saw Greg running towards the road with a hose and a sponge. "Wait! Don't Leave! Waxing is free!" he exclaimed. He quickly noticed his son and four girls helping him carry a bunch of equipment. "Oh. What's up, stu-ball? And friends."
"We're doing great!" Ruby happily exclaimed, while putting down the load she was carrying into Yang's push wagon. "Oh and thanks for all the help Mr. Universe."
Greg chuckled at Ruby's cheeriness. "Please, just call me Greg. So how's living at the temple?"
"It's alright; surprisingly we're used to living in cramped spaces." Ruby said, remembering their very small dorm room at Beacon Academy.
"Anyway, we're just helping Sour Cream take his gear to the warehouse."
"Oh, like a roadie, huh?" Greg asked.
"Not like a roadie, a roadie." Yang added as she put on her sunglasses.
"That's right!" Steven said "What about you?"
Greg glanced back to the usual empty car wash. "Ahh, Same-old, same-old. Not too busy."
"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll pick up soon." Steven said trying to reassure his father.
"Maybe we can help some time. I mean we're not really doing much since getting stuck here." Ruby said.
"Thanks guys, I could use the help."
"I mean, you could spruce the place up a bit. Make it more appealing so people would actually want to get their car washed." Weiss said. "Uh… no offence."
"Hmm, you make a good point." Greg let out a sigh. "Though it will cost a lot to renovate this place, and that's cash I don't have."
Their conversation had briefly ended when they saw a bus stopping in front of the car wash. "You may just have your big break, Greg." Yang said.
"Hope you're right, look at the size of that thing." He walked closer to the bus with hose and sponge in hand. "Steven, don't tell them about the free wax."
"So much for the waxing being free." Blake dryly said.
There was an elderly looking man who walked out of the bus. This man looked like he tried to dress as hip as possible. He had yellow shoes with wings, dark blue pants with a yellow chain that held onto a wallet. His green shirt was covered by a brown, leather-looking jacket. He had white hair that covered the top of his head and the back of his head. His eyes were covered by red tinted, gold shades.
"Marty?" Greg said sounding very surprised.
"Wait, you know that old guy?" Ruby asked.
"You mean your rotten old manager?" Steven asked, after hearing the stories about how much of a terrible manager Marty was, he felt compelled to keep his dad safe from any tricks he had lined up. "I'll protect you, Dad!"
"Eh, don't worry, I got a hose."
"Ehem!" Yang coughed out.
"Oh and me and Yang are roadies, so we'll keep you safe."
Yang coolly pointed at Steven while Marty looked at his tour bus before looking to the group. "So this is where you work now, Star Child?" Marty asked with a slight chuckle. A rundown old car wash? Guess the music biz wasn't as good to you as it's been to me."
"Uh, hey, Marty. Long time, no see. This is my son, Steven. And these are his friends."
"Woah! Guess I'll call you Star Child Jr. But what about you guys?" Marty asked looking at Team RWBY.
"Well we're actually H-" Yang quickly covered Ruby's mouth.
"Here for the concert." Yang said. "Yeah, we're so excited so we're helping out."
"Hmm, well you kids have fun, especially you Star Child Jr."
Steven groaned in response to that nickname. "Ugh."
"Anyway." Greg said, trying to keep the situation from becoming hostile. "Things are totally fine here in old Beach City, but, uh, if you need me to wash that huge bus of yours, it'd probably help me out." Greg proceeded to wink, albeit his attempt at subtlety was very poor.
"Eh, Listen, Star Child. I can do you one better than a carwash." He pulled out an envelope from his jacket. "You and I have some unfinished business."
It was then that Sour Cream walked to the group having returned from the bathroom. "Eh, sorry, Mr. U. I totally clogged up your toi-" Sour Cream gasped as he noticed the huge bus as well as the owner of the bus. "WOAH! Dad?"
"Sour Cream?" Marty said with surprised expression, he then put away the envelope.
"Hold on, he's your dad?!" Weiss asked sounding shocked.
"Yeah, he kinda left when I was smaller." He turned to his father. "Anyway, w-what are you doing here?"
"Uh…" Marty let out a nervous chuckle. "S.C Just look at you. When did you get so tall?"
"Uh, like nine years ago."
Marty then cleared his throat and he cleared his throat nervously. He then noticed Sour Cream's Dj equipment and saw a way to change the conversation. "Yeah… Sorry I've been gone for so long, but you know how the music biz can be, r-ight?"
"No. Can you tell me about it?"
As Marty began his brief explanation, Steven, Greg, and Team RWBY were examining the two. "Man… I can't believe they are related."
"Wait… you can't see the resemblance?"
"Resemblance on not, something tells me he isn't here for a family reunion." Weiss said, eyeing Marty suspiciously. "He's hiding something."
"Another thing-" Marty continued explaining the musical business to Sour Cream. "they make it hard to have any free time at all. You gotta work long hours…"
"How long?" Ruby asked.
"…every day, and on weekends."
"Wow, and I thought being a huntress was a non-stop job."
"Ruby!" Weiss scolded.
"Eep! Sorry!"
"What this about huntresses."
"Nothing, this one has a vivid imagination." Yang said giving her little sister a noogie.
"Ow!"
"Anyway, Sour Cream, you want me to haul your stuff to the warehouse? I assume you have some quality time you'd like to spend with your dad."
Marty walked to the wagon with Sour Cream's equipment. "Oh right, So what all this stuff you got going on here?"
"Just getting ready to set up for this semi-annual deejay night rave… thing I do in Beach City."
Marty looked to be concocting a plan. "A rave, you say? Hmm… Tell you what S.C., I've got a great idea. I've decided to hang out in Beach City and, um… make up for lost time with you. And while we're… chillin', I'll promote your little engagement." Marty handed Sour Cream his business card which read 'Marty HYPE MAN & PRO MOTOR' the pink text over a dark purple business card. His number was at the bottom of the card.
"What's this shiny card with your contact info on it?"
"Just a little something we pro music types call a… 'Laminated business card,'
"Whoa, that's so legit!"
"Please, anyone with printing equipment could make a laminated business card." Weiss muttered only so Blake and Rub could hear her.
"Man, you're so lucky your dad's in the biz. Throwing a cool semi-annual Deejay rave thing is a classic father-son bonding experience."
"More classic than fishing?" Sour Cream excitedly asked. Weiss rolled her eyes while she folded her arms.
Marty happily threw his arms up in the air. "Just wait! We're gonna cram years of bonding into one spectacular event!"
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Marty, Sour Cream, and Team RWBY were at the warehouse where Sour Cream was going to play his concert. They had already set up Sour Cream's turntable. "This is it? It's so… puny. I mean what is this? A concert for ants?"
"We can invite some ants." Steven said.
"What did you expect?" Blake said. "Beach City isn't really that big of a town? As for your ant issue…" Blake saw some ants climbing onto one of bricked wall. "I don't think we need to worry about inviting them."
"What does it matter?" Sour Cream said. "Aunts, uncles – music is for everybody.
Marty placed his hand around Sour Cream. "Listen buddy, you want to reach people, right?"
"Yeah."
"You want to hold them in your little hand, right?"
"Uh, I guess so."
"You want to squeeze them until their eyes pop out!" Marty clenched his fist to make an example.
"Eww!" Ruby squealed.
"Uh, you lost me a little."
"What I'm saying it, if you want to bring people in, you can't play out in the sticks! You got to be where the people are!"
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They were on the beach and there was a brief silence as waves crashed against the sand. "Now this is more like it! We'll set up right here in the sand." Marty said.
"Ugh… I got sand in my boots." Ruby complained.
Steven cleared he throat before he decided to speak out against Marty's location choice. "As Sour Cream's roadie, I have to voice my concern. You threw a show here on the beach for my dad and judging from what he said, you didn't so a good job at all."
Marty then wrapped his arms around the both of them. "Okay. Can I real talk with you for a second? Real talk. I made a lot of mistakes before, when I was your dad's manager, and – real talk? – I was a jerk. But – real talk – I've learned a lot about myself and the music business since then. So I can tell you, with certainty, things aren't gonna be like last time. Real talk."
His shaded glistened in the sunlight as he finished talking.
"Wow, Yellowtail never real talks with me." Sour Cream said.
"That's what it's like to work with a professional, kid. Now, hold on. I'm gonna work some magic." Marty pulled out his phone and he made a call. "Marty here. Talk to me… Yeah, I know I called you…"
"Uh, Sour Cream. If I may." Weiss started as she walked up to him. "I don't think your dad is being very honest with you."
"Why would you think that? Why else would he come to Beach city?"
"I know it's hard to believe… but I'm just not getting a good vibe from this guy."
"Why not, he's actually taking an interest in what I'm doing, unlike Yellowtail." He said folding his arms.
"Listen, my dad wasn't exactly father of the year material. My sister and I ran away from home because of him. He was… is kind of demanding."
"Yeah, well my dad isn't like that." Sour Cream said.
"How much do you really know him? He's a deadbeat, he comes in a giant bus, and he seemed surprised to see you. And call me crazy, but I'm not exactly buying all that 'real talk' stuff."
"Well of course he'd be surprised; he hasn't seen me in a long time, Weiss. Just because your dad was bad, doesn't mean mine is!" he said slightly raising his voice.
"Yes!" they both heard Marty on the phone. "That's great, talk to you later!" he hung up and he walked to Sour Cream, Weiss and Steven. "I've got a surprise for you S.C. and I think you'll absolutely love it!"
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About two hours later the group was close to Beach City's highway and Marty was covering Sour Cream's eyes with his one hand. "Okay, you ready?" Marty moved his hand away from his eyes. "Boom!" he and the others were looking at a giant poster that was stuck on the water tower. The poster depicted Sour Cream spinning records with headphones over his ears and triangular shades covering his eyes. The poster read: 'DJ SC BEACH'
"I have… questions…" Blake said.
"Wow! Am I… glowing?" Sour Cream asked, looking surprised at the giant poster.
"Haha, that's right!" Marty said elbowing Sour Cream. "Nothing less for my talented, soon-to-be-famous Deejay."
"How did you manage to get a poster here, made and brought here that fast?" Weiss asked.
Marty coolly pulled down on his jacket. "What can I say, a good father finds a way." He started to direct them back toward the beach. Now come on, I've got something else you'll like."
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They were back on the beach and the bus was there. "Check this out, broski." Marty said as he opened one of the baggage compartments outside the bus and it revealed black trunks of the latest deejay equipment.
"What's all this?" Blake asked.
"The latest in mixing and deejay equipment!" Marty coolly said.
"Wow! Really?! I've only seen gear this good in the internet." Sour Cream said as he held a piece of the equipment. "Is this all for me?"
"It's for us, my main cool cat!" Marty replied winking at him.
"Wow. I can totally rave to this."
"Oh and don't think I forgot about you two." He threw official roadie tags to both Steven and Yang. "You're both in the big leagues now."
Steven happily put the tag around his neck and he ran to the bus to help carry the new stuff. Yang smirked and she put it around her throat too. "Yang, you're not buying into this too are you?" Weiss asked.
"Hey, say what you want about the man, but he sure does know how to get on people's good side." Yang said. They all watched him easily lift a huge black box that seemed very heavy.
"Geez! What does Greg feed that kid?!" Marty asked.
"Uh… milk?" Ruby said with a nervous smile.
"Forget about that." Marty then put his arm around Sour Cream. "Hey, let me rap with you about the set up I have envisioned, okay?"
"Okay!" Sour Cream said in an excited tone.
"So, the stage is gonna be huge, and the speakers, even huger…" Steven and Yang were busy setting up the stage.
Weiss continued to be suspicious of Marty's actions, but as she looked across the beach, she saw that Yellowtail on his sailboat spying on them with binoculars. "Why is he out here, I thought he didn't care about Sour Cream's raves." She thought. "But even if I asked him. I wouldn't understand what he was saying. But even still if Marty wasn't here for Sour Cream, then why did he come here in the first place?" Weiss roamed the back of the bus while no one was looking and buried in the sand she found something. A green colored flyer that read: 'Coming soon to Beach City, the hottest new soda, Guacola!' She read the date that it would become available, and that very date was to take place on that day. "Something else is going on, and I am going to find out what it is."
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Just after sunset, the bus stood all set up and ready to host Sour Cream's concert, there were even two large rectuangular objects on either side of the bus that were covered with tarps, everyone assumed they were just speaker that they didn't want to get dusty. All the people of Beach City were present and they were giving small cheers to Steven as he appeared on stage. He looked to be adjusting the microphone stand.
"Don't mind me, folks!" Steven said as he was tapping the microphone while speaking into it. "Just a humble roadie doing a mic check," He walked off stage and met with Sour Cream, Ruby, Blake. "Everything looks good; we're ready to go whenever you are." Steven said.
"Break a leg!" Ruby cheerily said.
Sour Cream turned and looked to the audience, and he didn't see Yellowtail, which wasn't much of a surprise, but what did surprise him was the absence of a certain white haired heiress. "I don't see Weiss anywhere." He noted. He figured that she must have been mad at him for what he said to her.
"Don't worry, Weiss will be here…" Ruby assured, of course she didn't really know if Weiss would come, but she trusted her, she was her partner after all.
"I hope so."
Yang had jumped off the ceiling of the bus after checking the speakers. "Well everything's good up there, you're good to go S.C!"
"Great, I guess I'll go out there and get started." Sour Cream said.
Though Marty, came up from behind and placed a friendly arm over his son. "Hold it S.C. that's not how we do things in the music biz. Let a proper hype man set the stage for you!"
Sour Cream was thoroughly surprised but it was a surprise that he was very happy about. "Woah. I've never been properly hyped before. Thanks, Dad!"
Marty walked onto the stage and he looked to Sour Cream and the others. He moonwalked and shot finger guns at them. The crowd started to cheer as Marty appeared in stage. They grew quieter as he adjusted the mic. "Hey, is this mic even on? How you feeling, Beach Citaaaay!" he riled up the crowd in anticipation for something exciting. "You know, I've always been someone with good tastes, so you got to believe me. This show is special to me. It's personal."
Steven had elbowed Sour Cream while smiling, as Marty was obviously talking about his son. "Because I want to introduce you to a fresh, raw experience, to a whole new flavor, to a brand new…" before he could finish hyping up his son he felt a chill going through his entire body. He looked down and noticed a white spinning circle with symbols all over it. Little did he know it was one of Weiss' glyphs.
"I think I've heard quite enough." Sour Cream and the gang turned to see walking to the bus, Myrtenaster in hand, focusing her semblance just enough to give Marty a chill.
"Weiss, what are you doing!?" Ruby yelled.
"Exposing this man for the fraud he is."
Marty had pulled his jacket tighter. "Is it just me or is it getting cold around here." He then noticed Weiss walking onto the stage. "H-hey, you're one of my son's friends. What are you going to do with that?" he asked pointing to Weiss' weapon. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer if you even try to-"
A black glyph generated under the microphone and Weiss made the stand slide over to her. "Shut up." She started to speak into the microphone. "Everyone, this man is a liar and a scam artist!" she announced. "He advertised a rave to be performed by his own son, Sour Cream. But that isn't what all this is. This is all just a ploy to advertise his new 'soda'." She said using air quotes. She looked to Steven and Yang. "Steven, Yang, remove the tarps."
"Oh uh right." Steven replied.
Yang ran over to the other side and they both pulled on the tarps revealing large speakers that were made to look like a green can of soda that said 'Guacola'.
"Guacola?" Steven read. Suddenly the billboard on the top of the bus read 'GUACOLA' Soon blaring, base-y music was playing in the background.
"That's right; this soda he was trying to push is Guacola. How does it taste?" she pointed her rapier forward and cans of Marty's Guacola were being sent to the crowd on top of white glyphs. "I'll let you be the judge."
Blake was the first to catch a can, being curious she opened the can and she drank it, but as soon as the green liquid touched her tongue she instantly spat it back out. "What is this?!" she looked at the front of the can. She could see a caricature of an avocado with bright green shades. The can read. 'GUACOLA 100% GUAC! From Concentrate + other natural flavors' "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever- Ugh, from concentrate!?"
Hearing Blake's word on the drink, Jenny turned the can upside down and the Guacola was sliding out very slowly, like a viscous slime. "That is just wrong." She said as other people were on their hands and knees clutching their stomachs or getting close to vomiting after ingesting the drink.
"Aww, seriously that's nasty." Buck commented.
Ronaldo had even poured it into a bowl of tortilla chips, which you'd think would be a more appropriate way to use the 'juice' but he cringed after putting several chips with Guacola poured onto them. "Ugh! It's not even good on chips!" he groaned as his stomach started grumbling unhealthily.
Onion who watched all the people groaning and complaining about the drink, had taken a sip. Oddly enough, he didn't feel anything. He shrugged and walked off.
"Seriously!" Yang yelled. "If you're going to scam us, old man! At least give us something good!" she threw her can of Guacola onto the ground.
Sour Cream ran onto the stage. "Weiss, what's going on?"
"This was all part of your dad's plan, to use your show, to gather enough people so he could shove his disgusting soda down our throats." Weiss explained.
"Dad is this true?"
"What does it matter? You can start playing now!" Marty said.
"Start play-" Sour Cream repeated. "Dad you're ruining my show!" he yelled.
Marty seemed annoyed and he looked at his son. "This isn't your show." Sour Cream gasped while he still held an angered expression. "How do you think we have this setup, this party bus, heck I even hired your weird friends at roadies! I've gotta good deal with Guacola. You're lucky I'm letting you in on the ground floor."
"The ground floor of a shady soda company?" Weiss said. "Guess you really are a rat, you're clinging onto any deal that comes up, all for a quick buck!"
"I don't expect you to understand kid, this is how the music industry works!"
"Wrong, this is how the business industry works!" Weiss corrected. "And believe me; I've seen your type before. Just another leech hoping to gain relevancy and money by doing anything they can, stepping, and manipulating anyone they can, even if they are family!"
"Dad?" Sour Cream asked, wanting a response from Marty.
"You aren't going to believe this girl over your own father are you?" Marty asked.
"I thought this was about making up for lost time, not some lame soda."
Marty sighed. "Look, kid, I need this Guacola deal, okay? Don't be selfish!"
"Selfish? You think I'm being selfish-" Sour Cream was furious and was pointing at his father while mumbling in a way that Yellowtail usually spoke. "Muh! Muh muh!? Muh muh muh muh! Muh-muh!"
Weiss' eyes were nothing by icy blue dots as she had no idea that Sour Cream was capable of speaking like that.
"Uh what did you just say?" Marty said, completely confused.
"Ugh. I said I don't need you or Guacola to do what I wanna do! I never have! I can do this show on my own!"
Marty glared at his son but decided to give up. "Fine, enjoy the show with your girlfriend." Marty walked off the stage. As he walked off he saw Greg running to him.
"Marty, what is going on!?" he asked, sounding particularly annoyed.
"Save it Universe," he took an envelope out of his jacket. "I only came here because I'm legally obligated to give you this." He handed Greg the envelope and he walked over to his bus.
"Huh?" Grey looked at the envelope and was questioning why it was being given to him.
"Don't say I've never gave you nothin'" he slammed the door to his bus, revved the engine and he drove off. Leaving those behind it to cough up sand and dust,
"Greg inspected the back of the envelope and it read 'Starchild'" he curiosity grew and wondered what Marty meant when he said 'legally obligated.'
Back on the stage, Sour Cream looked down dejectedly. "Sorry Weiss, I shouldn't have listened to you."
"Yes you should have." She gave a sigh before continuing. "But also, he was your real dad, so I could understand why you believed everything he told you, especially when he offered an alternative to what Yellowtail could."
"Well I guess that's it for me and the music biz."
Weiss looked to the beach. "Not exactly…" they noticed that Yellowtail was speeding to the beach from the sea on his boat. He was waving to them, trying to get their attention.
"Huh, what's my stepdad doing here?" he gave a sigh. "Might as well see what he wants, not like this day could get any worse."
The group walked up to Yellowtail's boat as it got on land. "So are you going to take me away on a boat so I can fish my life away?"
Yellowtail carried a box off of his boat. "Ma-ma, ma-ma-ma, ma-ma." As he put it on the ground he pointed to Weiss.
"It's… my old gear?"
"See, Yellowtail was watching us at the beach earlier, so I went over and explained everything to him. He must have seen this coming because he brought your old stuff. Plus I explained how I figured your father was manipulating you."
"Ma-ma-ma! Maa-ma-ma?"
"What? You want me to play?"
"Ma-ma-ma, ma-maa-ma-ma."
"Gee… uh… thanks, Yellowta- Yellow Dad." Yellowtail then hugged him and he mumbled something else that only Sour Cream could understand. "Good one, dad!" when Yellowtail let go her turned to Weiss. "Thanks for everything Weiss."
"Well Yellowtail was a demanding father, something that I can relate to…" the Schnee heiress then looked to the sky. "Besides, if Yellowtail can come around… then maybe, just maybe my dad can too."
"Then I owe you, I'll be sure to help you with your dad."
Weiss' eyes shrank as Sour Cream didn't know what he would get himself into. "Oh no, trust me, that is a family affair you don't want to get involved in. We Schnees are… Stubborn to say the least, my dad is as stubborn as they come. Plus, I can guarantee that he… scratch that any Schnee would be into… uh raving I guess."
"Family issues or not, you're great in my books." Sour Cream said, forcing a light blush to form on Weiss' cheeks. He then looked to Steven and Yang. "Hey, Steven, Yang, since you're still my official roadies, mind helping me set up."
"Yeah!" Steven happily replied.
"Sure, but next time if deadbeat dads with ulterior motives show up again, I'm gonna have to charge you for my services."
"Hehe, it's a deal."
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"Let's kick it!" Sour Cream yelled and next to him Weiss happily threw a pack of glow sticks into the crowd. Sour Cream started playing and the crowd were dancing, within the crowd, was Vidalia, Yellowtail and Onion, the latter still drinking his can of Guacola, apparently taking a liking to the drink.
Yang was within the crowd too, showing off her moves and Blake was standing by herself, bobbing her head up and down to the beat.
Ruby, stood with Steven and Greg.
"Why aren't you in there, Ruby?" Greg asked.
"N-not much of a dancer… hehe." Ruby nervously chuckled. "But still I'm glad Sour Cream got to get along with Yellowtail." She also noticed Weiss was dancing as well. "And Weiss seems the happiest I've seen her since we got here, at least this gave her some hope to deal with her own family issues."
"Haha, sounds great dad. And I'm sure Sour Cream can make it big on his own, and Weiss can figure out her family stuff."
"Well even if things don't work out the way they want-" Greg started while he started to open the envelope. "As long as they are both happy, they'll be Fiiineeeeeeeeeee!"
"Dad?"
"Mr. Universe?"
Greg smiled and he showed both Steven and Ruby a check for $10,000,000.00 Steven gasped as stars appeared in his eyes. "Ten…million…dollars…?! You're rich!" Steven yelled.
"WHAT!?" Ruby exclaimed with a gasp. As the three were completely shocked at Greg's new found wealth.
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