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"ONLY ON BTV"
-Fanfiction by RAVEgirl [RAVEgirl_669@hotmail.com]
-Bust-A-Groove and all characters are (c) 989 Studios, Avex Trax, Enix, Frame Graphics, and Metro
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~Ch. 4: DINNERTIME AND HEAT'S SWEEEEET RIDE
Shorty located her hotel room. She put the key card in the door and opened it.
"Woooooooow," she commented to herself. (Her dad had rented a luxury suite for her.)
"This is sweet," Shorty continued. She dragged her suitcase over to her bed and dropped it there. A squeaking noise came out.
"Oops, forgot about Columbo." She opened her suitcase and pulled out a furry brown cube. She tapped it with her index finger. It puffed out into the shape of a mouse which blinked cutely up at Shorty.
"Hi Columbo," she said to her pet.
Columbo blinked a few more times then bit angrily onto Shorty's hand. Instead of screaming (she's used to it), Shorty merely said, "I'm sorry I forgot your carrying case and had to pack you in my suitcase with my socks and stuff, and then forgot about you for a while, so you might have suffocated."
Columbo did not accept the apology and he stayed gripped onto Shorty's hand. Shorty sighed and took a hamburger out of her pocket. Columbo released her hand and devoured the hamburger.
"There ya go," Shorty said. She had a cute, bright smile on her face even though she was shaking her hand in pain.
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(Back in the control/editing room)
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~!!" James Suneoka squaled loudly.
"What?! WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!" screamed the business-like woman, dropping her issue of "Soap Opera Digest".
Suneoka came over to tug on the lady's arm and showed her the TV monitor with Shorty on it. "Look at this CUTE little girl we got on the show now! And her cute hamster. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww -- "
"Oh, she is rather cute," the woman said (while James Suneoka continued saying "aw").
" -- wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~!! Now we got the five year old demographic! Yippie-ki-yo-ki-yay!"
James Suneoka began doing a victory dance.
"Stop that," the woman said.
James Suneoka stopped with a sad look on his face. "You didn't like my dancing?"
"That was dancing? I thought you were having a seizure."
"Aw." (He said "aw" differently this time.) But James Suneoka didn't stay depressed for long; he soon turned his attention to a nearby television monitor. "Check this out!"
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Strike walked down the hall with Hiro and Heat.
"So where's the local food joint?" Strike said.
"I know this really great food place," Heat said. "Come on, the 'Driver Homey' will take y'all there."
"Huh?" said Strike and Hiro.
Heat heaved a huge sigh. "I'm the Driver Homey? Remember?"
"Huh?" they said again.
"Never mind."
The three went down to the basement of the hotel where Heat's car was parked. It was a souped-up sports car. He had cordoned it off with police tape so that nobody would touch it.
"That's my baby!" Heat said proudly. "Whatta sweet ride, eh?"
Strike whistled real low. "Got that right."
Hiro said, "Wow, that is a nice paint job you are having, there." (Heat's car is black with flames painted on it.)
"Daaaaaaamn right," Heat said slowly. He turned to the cameraman who kept following them to make sure that the cameraman also looked impressed.
"Well let's see how fast this thing can go!" Strike said.
Heat slowly removed the police tape. Then he pulled his car key from his pocket. He pressed a button and the car made a beeping noise and the doors unlocked. He slowly opened the driver side door and eased in, holding his breath.
He exhaled and stroked his hand over the dashboard.
"Shotgun," yelled Strike.
"Oh-k-kay," Hiro consented, nervously eyeing the actual guns Strike had in his possesion.
Strike and Hiro jumped in the car.
"Woah, easy," Heat lectured. "You don't wanna scare my honey here."
Strike rolled his eyes.
Heat swallowed a lump of emotion in his throat. He put his key in the ignition, closed his eyes, and started the engine.
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(On the road)
Heat was driving, Strike was in the passenger seat, and Hiro had to sit in the backseat with the camera guy.
They were going about 10 mph down a city street. There were about 8 different cars behind them, all of which had drivers which were leaning on their car horns.
"Slow down, speed demon," Strike said sarcastically.
"Aw, jeez, you think I'm goin' too fast, really?" Heat said, slowing down even more.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!" screamed everyone else in the car, even the cameraman.
While Hiro screamed his cigarette fell out of his mouth and landed on Heat's upholstery which caused Heat to scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!"
After the crisis was averted and Hiro wasn't allowed to smoke anymore in the car ("AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"), they sloooooooooooooooooooowly made it to Burger Dog.
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(Inside Burger Dog)
Hiro ordered a glass of water while Heat and Strike ordered steaks.
"Hey that's not fair," Hiro whined. "You can't order steak in a Burger Dog."
"Sure you can," Strike said. "So, Heat, what the hell was that back there? Whatta waste of a car. You drive so slow, man. Aren't you a racecar driver?"
Heat's eyes had flames in them. "Raarrrgh," he said, gripping his steak knife. "I WAS a racecar driver. I WAS." He took a drink of water and calmed down.
"So, anyway," he continued. "Let me set the scene for you -- the day of the championship race. I was the favored to win. I had corporate sponsors from everywhere. Everybody loved me and everybody wanted me."
"Pshh," Hiro said.
"I was on my last lap. 'Yes!' I thought. 'This is all me. I'm gonna take the trophy. Yesssah.' I flew down the straightaway and came down to the curve. I hit the breaks and nothing happened. The track turned, my car didn't. I drove into the wall and my car exploded."
Strike laughed.
Heat frowned, "When I came to it was a month later. My racing career was over. Everybody forgot about me. And to this day, I'm afraid to drive fast. But I don't care, 'cuz you know why?"
"Why," Strike said boredly.
Heat smirked evilly. He held out his hand. Everyone stared at it. Suddenly his hand seemed to spontaneously combust.
"Cool," Strike said in the same bored tone of voice.
"Aw, come on guys, tell me that isn't the coolest fucking shit ever," Heat whined. "I have firepowers!! You know, from the accident and -- "
"Can you do that again?" Hiro said. He lit his cigarette off of Heat's finger.
"Fuck it," Heat growled.
Somebody roller-skated up to the table. Everybody stared at her see-through short skirt.
"Hi Comet," said Heat. "I have firepowers."
"Lovely," Comet said. "Hey, are all your friends in that groovy-tron competition, too?"
"Yeah yeah check this," Heat said. "This is my crew. That there's Strike, and that's Hiro-kun. He's from Italy so he speaks English bad."
"Badly," Comet corrected.
Hiro didn't look at Comet. Instead he slowly hid underneath the table.
"What the fuck are you doing, Hiro-kun?" Strike said to the underneath of the table.
"I, um, dropped a quarter down here," Hiro whispered.
"Why aren't you in the competition too, Comet? You could be my dancing partner," Heat said sexily. He reached out his hand to Comet and let it rest on her waist.
"Can I have a kiss," said Heat.
"You can have your check," said Comet. She held out the check.
"Oh, Hiro's picking up the check tonight," Heat said.
Comet handed the check to Hiro, who was still under the table looking for his "quarter". He accepted it even though his hand was shaking.
"Comet," Heat said even more sexily. "When your shift's over, wanna come for a ride with me? -- Comet? Hey where did she go?"
Comet had skated away when Heat wasn't looking. Heat was still holding his hand out as if it was on her waist, even though she wasn't there anymore.
"I think she hates you, man," Strike said. "Um, just outta curiosity, how old is she?"
"Aw she's like 16 or something," Heat mumbled.
"Oh," said Strike, immediately losing interest.
"Anyways she's just a little mad 'cuz I used to date her sister, Frida, when I was in high school."
"Frida? You mean that girl who's in the competition with us?" Strike chuckled.
"Arrgh! My ex-girlfriend's in the competition?!?!" Heat said.
Comet skated back up to the table. This time she brought a fat guy with her.
"This is my boss, Hamm," Comet explained.
"Hey hey hey you guys," the fat guy (Hamm) said. "You are all in the competition with me! Comet told me you were eating here and I came out to ask if I can join your alliance."
"No, this alliance is only for sexy people," Heat blurted out.
"Oh so it's like that," said Hamm fatly. "Well we'll see who dances better tomormunch munch munch" -- Hamm stopped talking and began eating everyone's leftovers.
"What a bunch of weirdoes," Strike said, watching Heat put his hand on Comet's ass, Hamm eating everyone's dinner, and Hiro hiding underneath the table.
"Oh ahh here's my quarter," Hiro lied. He picked up an invisible quarter and put it in the pocket of his leisure suit.
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"ONLY ON BTV"
-Fanfiction by RAVEgirl [RAVEgirl_669@hotmail.com]
-Bust-A-Groove and all characters are (c) 989 Studios, Avex Trax, Enix, Frame Graphics, and Metro
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~Ch. 4: DINNERTIME AND HEAT'S SWEEEEET RIDE
Shorty located her hotel room. She put the key card in the door and opened it.
"Woooooooow," she commented to herself. (Her dad had rented a luxury suite for her.)
"This is sweet," Shorty continued. She dragged her suitcase over to her bed and dropped it there. A squeaking noise came out.
"Oops, forgot about Columbo." She opened her suitcase and pulled out a furry brown cube. She tapped it with her index finger. It puffed out into the shape of a mouse which blinked cutely up at Shorty.
"Hi Columbo," she said to her pet.
Columbo blinked a few more times then bit angrily onto Shorty's hand. Instead of screaming (she's used to it), Shorty merely said, "I'm sorry I forgot your carrying case and had to pack you in my suitcase with my socks and stuff, and then forgot about you for a while, so you might have suffocated."
Columbo did not accept the apology and he stayed gripped onto Shorty's hand. Shorty sighed and took a hamburger out of her pocket. Columbo released her hand and devoured the hamburger.
"There ya go," Shorty said. She had a cute, bright smile on her face even though she was shaking her hand in pain.
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(Back in the control/editing room)
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~!!" James Suneoka squaled loudly.
"What?! WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!" screamed the business-like woman, dropping her issue of "Soap Opera Digest".
Suneoka came over to tug on the lady's arm and showed her the TV monitor with Shorty on it. "Look at this CUTE little girl we got on the show now! And her cute hamster. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww -- "
"Oh, she is rather cute," the woman said (while James Suneoka continued saying "aw").
" -- wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~!! Now we got the five year old demographic! Yippie-ki-yo-ki-yay!"
James Suneoka began doing a victory dance.
"Stop that," the woman said.
James Suneoka stopped with a sad look on his face. "You didn't like my dancing?"
"That was dancing? I thought you were having a seizure."
"Aw." (He said "aw" differently this time.) But James Suneoka didn't stay depressed for long; he soon turned his attention to a nearby television monitor. "Check this out!"
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Strike walked down the hall with Hiro and Heat.
"So where's the local food joint?" Strike said.
"I know this really great food place," Heat said. "Come on, the 'Driver Homey' will take y'all there."
"Huh?" said Strike and Hiro.
Heat heaved a huge sigh. "I'm the Driver Homey? Remember?"
"Huh?" they said again.
"Never mind."
The three went down to the basement of the hotel where Heat's car was parked. It was a souped-up sports car. He had cordoned it off with police tape so that nobody would touch it.
"That's my baby!" Heat said proudly. "Whatta sweet ride, eh?"
Strike whistled real low. "Got that right."
Hiro said, "Wow, that is a nice paint job you are having, there." (Heat's car is black with flames painted on it.)
"Daaaaaaamn right," Heat said slowly. He turned to the cameraman who kept following them to make sure that the cameraman also looked impressed.
"Well let's see how fast this thing can go!" Strike said.
Heat slowly removed the police tape. Then he pulled his car key from his pocket. He pressed a button and the car made a beeping noise and the doors unlocked. He slowly opened the driver side door and eased in, holding his breath.
He exhaled and stroked his hand over the dashboard.
"Shotgun," yelled Strike.
"Oh-k-kay," Hiro consented, nervously eyeing the actual guns Strike had in his possesion.
Strike and Hiro jumped in the car.
"Woah, easy," Heat lectured. "You don't wanna scare my honey here."
Strike rolled his eyes.
Heat swallowed a lump of emotion in his throat. He put his key in the ignition, closed his eyes, and started the engine.
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(On the road)
Heat was driving, Strike was in the passenger seat, and Hiro had to sit in the backseat with the camera guy.
They were going about 10 mph down a city street. There were about 8 different cars behind them, all of which had drivers which were leaning on their car horns.
"Slow down, speed demon," Strike said sarcastically.
"Aw, jeez, you think I'm goin' too fast, really?" Heat said, slowing down even more.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!" screamed everyone else in the car, even the cameraman.
While Hiro screamed his cigarette fell out of his mouth and landed on Heat's upholstery which caused Heat to scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!"
After the crisis was averted and Hiro wasn't allowed to smoke anymore in the car ("AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"), they sloooooooooooooooooooowly made it to Burger Dog.
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(Inside Burger Dog)
Hiro ordered a glass of water while Heat and Strike ordered steaks.
"Hey that's not fair," Hiro whined. "You can't order steak in a Burger Dog."
"Sure you can," Strike said. "So, Heat, what the hell was that back there? Whatta waste of a car. You drive so slow, man. Aren't you a racecar driver?"
Heat's eyes had flames in them. "Raarrrgh," he said, gripping his steak knife. "I WAS a racecar driver. I WAS." He took a drink of water and calmed down.
"So, anyway," he continued. "Let me set the scene for you -- the day of the championship race. I was the favored to win. I had corporate sponsors from everywhere. Everybody loved me and everybody wanted me."
"Pshh," Hiro said.
"I was on my last lap. 'Yes!' I thought. 'This is all me. I'm gonna take the trophy. Yesssah.' I flew down the straightaway and came down to the curve. I hit the breaks and nothing happened. The track turned, my car didn't. I drove into the wall and my car exploded."
Strike laughed.
Heat frowned, "When I came to it was a month later. My racing career was over. Everybody forgot about me. And to this day, I'm afraid to drive fast. But I don't care, 'cuz you know why?"
"Why," Strike said boredly.
Heat smirked evilly. He held out his hand. Everyone stared at it. Suddenly his hand seemed to spontaneously combust.
"Cool," Strike said in the same bored tone of voice.
"Aw, come on guys, tell me that isn't the coolest fucking shit ever," Heat whined. "I have firepowers!! You know, from the accident and -- "
"Can you do that again?" Hiro said. He lit his cigarette off of Heat's finger.
"Fuck it," Heat growled.
Somebody roller-skated up to the table. Everybody stared at her see-through short skirt.
"Hi Comet," said Heat. "I have firepowers."
"Lovely," Comet said. "Hey, are all your friends in that groovy-tron competition, too?"
"Yeah yeah check this," Heat said. "This is my crew. That there's Strike, and that's Hiro-kun. He's from Italy so he speaks English bad."
"Badly," Comet corrected.
Hiro didn't look at Comet. Instead he slowly hid underneath the table.
"What the fuck are you doing, Hiro-kun?" Strike said to the underneath of the table.
"I, um, dropped a quarter down here," Hiro whispered.
"Why aren't you in the competition too, Comet? You could be my dancing partner," Heat said sexily. He reached out his hand to Comet and let it rest on her waist.
"Can I have a kiss," said Heat.
"You can have your check," said Comet. She held out the check.
"Oh, Hiro's picking up the check tonight," Heat said.
Comet handed the check to Hiro, who was still under the table looking for his "quarter". He accepted it even though his hand was shaking.
"Comet," Heat said even more sexily. "When your shift's over, wanna come for a ride with me? -- Comet? Hey where did she go?"
Comet had skated away when Heat wasn't looking. Heat was still holding his hand out as if it was on her waist, even though she wasn't there anymore.
"I think she hates you, man," Strike said. "Um, just outta curiosity, how old is she?"
"Aw she's like 16 or something," Heat mumbled.
"Oh," said Strike, immediately losing interest.
"Anyways she's just a little mad 'cuz I used to date her sister, Frida, when I was in high school."
"Frida? You mean that girl who's in the competition with us?" Strike chuckled.
"Arrgh! My ex-girlfriend's in the competition?!?!" Heat said.
Comet skated back up to the table. This time she brought a fat guy with her.
"This is my boss, Hamm," Comet explained.
"Hey hey hey you guys," the fat guy (Hamm) said. "You are all in the competition with me! Comet told me you were eating here and I came out to ask if I can join your alliance."
"No, this alliance is only for sexy people," Heat blurted out.
"Oh so it's like that," said Hamm fatly. "Well we'll see who dances better tomormunch munch munch" -- Hamm stopped talking and began eating everyone's leftovers.
"What a bunch of weirdoes," Strike said, watching Heat put his hand on Comet's ass, Hamm eating everyone's dinner, and Hiro hiding underneath the table.
"Oh ahh here's my quarter," Hiro lied. He picked up an invisible quarter and put it in the pocket of his leisure suit.
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