Chapter 6: The Odd Forest
'Yo MC F.b, get on up will ya?' shouted Mezza B. 'Whatcha hollering at ma' for?' asked MC F.b 'We're trekkin' now, get up!' Mezza B shouted again.
As MC F.b, tying his bandana round his head, walked into the garage, he noticed their form of transport. 'You got us scooters! that's bangin' man.' MC F.b said as he touched knuckles with Mezza B. 'It's all goood.' Mezza B replied. 'These are the same one's that P.Tooky had in his vid, Bad Homie for Life, (ain't goin' nowhere)', he added. 'Ah yeeah, props to you ma' brother.' MC F.b said. After a couple of test drives and many accidents from Sam G, who hadn't been in the vid, they were ready.
They came to some traffic lights, they were still red, but you know, being bad homies, they road over anyway. 'There. We've left Da Shire and we is now on the edge of thr The Odd Forest.' Mezza B said. 'Daang' said Sam G. 'And dem stories are true?' asked P.Tooky 'If you mean the ones bout the Wal-Mart being in there, we're cool.' ' Mezza B said. After comin to the end of a part of the woods, they had to go up many back alleys. They stopped for a while and they had a Big Mac, which they'd got from the drive through. Then something terrible happened. 'Aaaaaghhhh!' screamed MC F.b 'What the hell matter wit you boy?' asked Sam G. MC F.b turned to face them, holding something in his hands, a piece of paper. 'Whats dat you got boy?' Mezza B asked. 'It's bout me.a picture. (He took a deep breath), before I was happenin'. I thought I'd destroyed them all, I mean look at dat hair.dem clothes.. I t was like the tree wanted me to see it, it just fell in front of me.' said MC F.b 'Well these boy are the Odd Woods, we heard about the Wal-Mart thang, this is a bad hood, we know dat.' Said P.Tooky.
Suddenly they heard a voice, a voice that was singing..
'It's not unusual to be loved by anyone, Its not unusual to have fun with anyone.'
The homies were scared to say the least. This person, no doubt had a good singing voice for the music he was singing, but what the heck was that music?!
A man suddenly came into view. He was certainly to orange to be a homie, a mandarin kind of colour to be honest. He had a weird dress sense aswell. A purple velvet jacket, a white shirt and black leather trousers. Although is face a shade of orange, his teeth shone, they were so white, it was scary. You had to be careful; he could probably blind you if you looked at him straight in the face. Guessed who it is yet.?
Naturally MC F.b and Sam G tried running away. Wouldn't you? 'Whoa, steady there lads' said the weird man with a slight Welsh accent, with a twang of American. 'Haha, were you off to? do you know who I am? I'm Tom Jones! Whats wrong?' he asked. 'We're um...kinda lost' explained Sam G, squinting at the man. The other homies joined them. 'Well my little fellows' he chuckled. 'You can come home with me' he offered. The homies, although still slightly frightened at the thought of this Tom Jones and the tightness of his leather trousers, agreed. 'Sure thang' said Mezza B. 'Um...yes. Quite.' Tom said.
They soon came upon Tom Jones's crib. The door opened.and suddenly another voice was heard, a woman's.
'Yo MC F.b, get on up will ya?' shouted Mezza B. 'Whatcha hollering at ma' for?' asked MC F.b 'We're trekkin' now, get up!' Mezza B shouted again.
As MC F.b, tying his bandana round his head, walked into the garage, he noticed their form of transport. 'You got us scooters! that's bangin' man.' MC F.b said as he touched knuckles with Mezza B. 'It's all goood.' Mezza B replied. 'These are the same one's that P.Tooky had in his vid, Bad Homie for Life, (ain't goin' nowhere)', he added. 'Ah yeeah, props to you ma' brother.' MC F.b said. After a couple of test drives and many accidents from Sam G, who hadn't been in the vid, they were ready.
They came to some traffic lights, they were still red, but you know, being bad homies, they road over anyway. 'There. We've left Da Shire and we is now on the edge of thr The Odd Forest.' Mezza B said. 'Daang' said Sam G. 'And dem stories are true?' asked P.Tooky 'If you mean the ones bout the Wal-Mart being in there, we're cool.' ' Mezza B said. After comin to the end of a part of the woods, they had to go up many back alleys. They stopped for a while and they had a Big Mac, which they'd got from the drive through. Then something terrible happened. 'Aaaaaghhhh!' screamed MC F.b 'What the hell matter wit you boy?' asked Sam G. MC F.b turned to face them, holding something in his hands, a piece of paper. 'Whats dat you got boy?' Mezza B asked. 'It's bout me.a picture. (He took a deep breath), before I was happenin'. I thought I'd destroyed them all, I mean look at dat hair.dem clothes.. I t was like the tree wanted me to see it, it just fell in front of me.' said MC F.b 'Well these boy are the Odd Woods, we heard about the Wal-Mart thang, this is a bad hood, we know dat.' Said P.Tooky.
Suddenly they heard a voice, a voice that was singing..
'It's not unusual to be loved by anyone, Its not unusual to have fun with anyone.'
The homies were scared to say the least. This person, no doubt had a good singing voice for the music he was singing, but what the heck was that music?!
A man suddenly came into view. He was certainly to orange to be a homie, a mandarin kind of colour to be honest. He had a weird dress sense aswell. A purple velvet jacket, a white shirt and black leather trousers. Although is face a shade of orange, his teeth shone, they were so white, it was scary. You had to be careful; he could probably blind you if you looked at him straight in the face. Guessed who it is yet.?
Naturally MC F.b and Sam G tried running away. Wouldn't you? 'Whoa, steady there lads' said the weird man with a slight Welsh accent, with a twang of American. 'Haha, were you off to? do you know who I am? I'm Tom Jones! Whats wrong?' he asked. 'We're um...kinda lost' explained Sam G, squinting at the man. The other homies joined them. 'Well my little fellows' he chuckled. 'You can come home with me' he offered. The homies, although still slightly frightened at the thought of this Tom Jones and the tightness of his leather trousers, agreed. 'Sure thang' said Mezza B. 'Um...yes. Quite.' Tom said.
They soon came upon Tom Jones's crib. The door opened.and suddenly another voice was heard, a woman's.