A/N: Chapter three blah blah not sure if I want to continue it blah blah
all non-Bebop characters are mine blah blah don't own the chicken dance
blah blah no offense to real southerners blah blah.
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Big Bubba eyed Spike and his shotgun for a while and then went back to eating.
'Hey! I's said git up yer under arrest!' Spike shouted and ready to pull the trigger.
Upon seeing this Jet Bob and Miz Faye Jean took out their shotguns and backed Spike up.
'Wal? Er ya gittin up r not?' Jet Bob said then cocked his gun.
Miz Faye Jean realized that communication wasn't working so she decided on the direct approach. She picked up Big Bubba's plate of grits and slammed it on the floor.
'Git up now!' she screamed.
Big Bubba started at his delicious grits upon the dirty hay covered floor and he got up but not in the way they would have liked. At this point Spike, Jet Bob, and Miz Faye Jean realized that Big Bubba wasn't one of those ironic nicknames. All three backed away meekly from the infuriated Big Bubba.
'I-I-I wuz just playin Big Bubba. I'll go git ya anuther plate,' Miz Faye Jean said.
But that wasn't good enough for him and one by one they were thrown through the windows of the Whine and Dine. Ed saw her companions lying on the dirt in pain and dropped her orange juice to set Big Bubba straight.
'Hey you! Ed chalanges ya to a duwel!' Ed yelled out to the seven-foot tall tree trunk of a man.
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Spike lifted his head off the ground and spat out some dirt. Jet Bob and Miz Faye Jean were already up dusting themselves off.
'Di Ed just chalange Big Bubba to a duwel?' Spike asked getting up off the ground.
All three momentarily stared ate each other then ran back into the diner to save Ed from certain death. Just as they entered they saw Ed and Big Bubba on the dance floor by the jukebox. Ein put a quarter in and selected a song. The obnoxious yet fun melody was none other than the CHICKEN DANCE of doom.
'Ed wal be kieled!' Jet Bob screamed out.
The two started off slowly and were both on beat but the tempo increased faster and faster. Ed was cagey like a tiger and then pounced. She was keeping up with the tempo faster than anyone could manage. Big Bubba was too but then he hit the wall. He didn't run out of steam he actually hit a wall. Ed still continued the dance until the music stopped. The crowd roared with delight. (Hey it doesn't take much for a small town to get riled up I should know.) She then twisted around and took a bow. Yep all six and a half people picked up Ed and chanted her name.
'Gret job, Ed!' Spike said.
'Ed knew Ed could defeet Big Bubba!' Ed shouted.
Just then Big Bubba pried himself out of the wall and walked up to Ed.
'You think I am Big Bubba? Well, sorry old bean, I am Harvard Graduate Greg,' He said.
'Oh. Ed an' ev'ryone is surry for that, but does Harvard Graduate Greg no whir Big Bubba is?' Ed asked.
'The whereabouts of that loutish yegg (criminal) is unknown to me, but try the Krusty Bucket,' Harvard Graduate Greg said.
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They entered into the Krusty Bucket and Spike saw Vicious and Julia May sitting together in the non-chigger section. Spike was understandably upset and ran up to them.
'Vicious, ya er gon down!' Spike yelled as he pushed Vicious out the door.
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'Hey! She two-timin the both a us!' Vicious yelled out.
'Wha?' Spike asked.
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A large green bird walked up to the table where Julia May was sitting at.
'Yer late,' she said then her new beau.
/////////// Jet Bob, Miz Faye Jean, Ed and Ein walked on the crunchy floor of the chigger section and saw him, Big Bubba.
Is this the real Big Bubba or another Ivy League graduate? Find out in chapter four.
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Big Bubba eyed Spike and his shotgun for a while and then went back to eating.
'Hey! I's said git up yer under arrest!' Spike shouted and ready to pull the trigger.
Upon seeing this Jet Bob and Miz Faye Jean took out their shotguns and backed Spike up.
'Wal? Er ya gittin up r not?' Jet Bob said then cocked his gun.
Miz Faye Jean realized that communication wasn't working so she decided on the direct approach. She picked up Big Bubba's plate of grits and slammed it on the floor.
'Git up now!' she screamed.
Big Bubba started at his delicious grits upon the dirty hay covered floor and he got up but not in the way they would have liked. At this point Spike, Jet Bob, and Miz Faye Jean realized that Big Bubba wasn't one of those ironic nicknames. All three backed away meekly from the infuriated Big Bubba.
'I-I-I wuz just playin Big Bubba. I'll go git ya anuther plate,' Miz Faye Jean said.
But that wasn't good enough for him and one by one they were thrown through the windows of the Whine and Dine. Ed saw her companions lying on the dirt in pain and dropped her orange juice to set Big Bubba straight.
'Hey you! Ed chalanges ya to a duwel!' Ed yelled out to the seven-foot tall tree trunk of a man.
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Spike lifted his head off the ground and spat out some dirt. Jet Bob and Miz Faye Jean were already up dusting themselves off.
'Di Ed just chalange Big Bubba to a duwel?' Spike asked getting up off the ground.
All three momentarily stared ate each other then ran back into the diner to save Ed from certain death. Just as they entered they saw Ed and Big Bubba on the dance floor by the jukebox. Ein put a quarter in and selected a song. The obnoxious yet fun melody was none other than the CHICKEN DANCE of doom.
'Ed wal be kieled!' Jet Bob screamed out.
The two started off slowly and were both on beat but the tempo increased faster and faster. Ed was cagey like a tiger and then pounced. She was keeping up with the tempo faster than anyone could manage. Big Bubba was too but then he hit the wall. He didn't run out of steam he actually hit a wall. Ed still continued the dance until the music stopped. The crowd roared with delight. (Hey it doesn't take much for a small town to get riled up I should know.) She then twisted around and took a bow. Yep all six and a half people picked up Ed and chanted her name.
'Gret job, Ed!' Spike said.
'Ed knew Ed could defeet Big Bubba!' Ed shouted.
Just then Big Bubba pried himself out of the wall and walked up to Ed.
'You think I am Big Bubba? Well, sorry old bean, I am Harvard Graduate Greg,' He said.
'Oh. Ed an' ev'ryone is surry for that, but does Harvard Graduate Greg no whir Big Bubba is?' Ed asked.
'The whereabouts of that loutish yegg (criminal) is unknown to me, but try the Krusty Bucket,' Harvard Graduate Greg said.
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They entered into the Krusty Bucket and Spike saw Vicious and Julia May sitting together in the non-chigger section. Spike was understandably upset and ran up to them.
'Vicious, ya er gon down!' Spike yelled as he pushed Vicious out the door.
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'Hey! She two-timin the both a us!' Vicious yelled out.
'Wha?' Spike asked.
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A large green bird walked up to the table where Julia May was sitting at.
'Yer late,' she said then her new beau.
/////////// Jet Bob, Miz Faye Jean, Ed and Ein walked on the crunchy floor of the chigger section and saw him, Big Bubba.
Is this the real Big Bubba or another Ivy League graduate? Find out in chapter four.