Tsutamo woke up, feeling refreshed. Yesterday had been fun, spending the day with his brothers at the fair. Yawning, Tsutamo got out of bed and slipped his feet into his frog slippers (to match his maracas :P). Trudging down the hallway to the stairs, he suddenly realized something. Today was Saturday! Saturday meant watching cartoons all morning! Tsutamo stumbled down the stairs and raced toward the family room. However, when he arrived there, he was disappointed to see that Hiro was already there.

"Hey Tsutamo!" Hiro said happily. "Did you get a good night's sleep?" Seeing his little brother nod, Hiro turned back to the TV.

"What are you watching?" Tsutamo asked, sitting on the sofa next to Hiro. Then, to his horror, he saw what it was. "It's an infomercial!"

"Yes, but not just any infomercial, it's for the newest product from the STYLISH HAIR line of products. This comb has a built in hairspray, so one's hair never gets messed up!" Hiro explained excitedly. "It's fascinating!"

Tsutamo groaned, and sunk lower in his seat. After ten minutes or so of listening to "Call now and will give you…for absolutely free…when you pay twenty bucks…", he was on the verge of falling asleep. However, a loud holler awoke him.

"Wahooo!" Suddenly, Heat ran into the room, did a back flip over Hiro's chair, and, grabbing the remote from his surprised brother, Heat landed next to an equally surprised Tsutamo. Grinning, he asked, "So, what are you guys watching?"

Still in a state of shock, Tsutamo said dazedly "Hair product commercial".

"Ewww!" Heat said, sticking his tongue out in disgust. "Why the heck would you want to watch that?"

"Hey!" Hiro yelled. "What's wrong with hair product commercials?"

"What isn't wrong with hair product commercials", Heat muttered. Then fumbling with the remote, he switched the channel.

"The music channel?" Hiro asked. "Heat, you know I hate your kind of mus…". He was suddenly interrupted by a heavy base beat, causing him to fall out of his chair.

Cranking up the volume, Heat bobbed his head to the rhythm. Then, getting up, Heat started break dancing to the beat.

While Tsutamo wasn't a big fan of hip-hop, he preferred this to the infomercial. Tapping his feet to the beat, he cheered on Heat.

Heat was having the time of his life. Doing a back flip, he earned a FREEZE from Tsutamo (who was acting as DJ). Stopping just long enough to put on his red cap (the one from the first Bust A Groove), Heat was cuttin' rug (it's an expression for dancing :P). Suddenly, the music was muted.

Hiro clambered back into his chair, remote in hand. Whipping out his mirror, he combed his hair, then proceeded in changing back to the infomercial. "Oh, get over yourselves", Hiro said to the protesting brothers. The announcer was reciting the number to call. Eagerly, Hiro grabbed a pen and paper, and leaned forward to hear. "To order now, call 1-800-597-90…-… Burnin' down the house!…". "HEAT!" Hiro screamed, jumping up.

Heat giggled madly, and took off running with the remote. Jumping over the coffee table, he cranked up the volume on the stereo, and started dancing along.

Hiro was furious. He hadn't gotten down the whole phone number. Now he would never have the perfect hair! Boiling with rage, he let out a yell, and threw himself on a surprised Heat. Hiro, however, was not very good at fighting. Heat had him flat on his back in a matter of seconds, and took off running down the hall, remote still in hand. Hiro ran after him, as best he could in platform shoes.

Tsutamo just sat on the couch, yawning. Suddenly, he heard a loud CRASH!, an Italian "Mama mia!", a ticked off "What the…!", and another loud CRASH! A few moments later a dizzy Heat and an exhausted Hiro (who's "I LUV ME" shirt now had scorch marks) sprawled into the room.

"No…more..!" Hiro panted, trying to catch his breath.

Heat turned to look at him. "Well, how are we going to settle this than?"

After a moment, they turned their heads in unison towards Tsutamo, looking at him weirdly. "Uh oh…", Tsutamo said under his breath. Then, they pounced.

"Tsutamo, would you rather watch some boring music station, or learn about the fascinating world of hair products?" Hiro demanded.

"I…um…"

"Little bro, tell him how stupid hair commercials are! Tell him you want to listen to music!" Heat stood his ground, eyes blazing.

"I…um…"

"Well, which one is it?" the two asked in unison, glaring at the scared little boy.

Tsutamo managed to find his voice eventually. "Well, I, uh, I was kind of…kind of hoping we…we could watch cartoons…since..".

"WHAT!" Heat and Hiro yelled. They were now standing over him.

Tsutamo whimpered. "W…Well…we c…could…listen to He…Heat's music…". With that said, he ducked his head under a nearby pillow.

"WHAT!" Hiro said, obviously upset.

"Booyah!" Heat yelled. Grabbing the remote from Hiro, he started singing. "I'm 2Bad Bad, 2Bad Bad Bad Bad!" Filled with cockiness, Heat started waving the remote above his head and laughing. However, his laughter stopped as soon as it was slipped out of his hands.

"CAN'T A GUY GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE! I'M JUST TRYING TO CATCH SOME Z'S, ONLY TO BE AWOKEN BY LOUD NOISES. I COME DOWN HERE TO SEE WHAT IS WRONG, AND WHAT DO I FIND BUT TWO IDIOTS BICKERING OVER TV STATIONS!" Strike exploded, crossing his arms in frustration.

Hiro and Heat hung their heads in shame. Tsutamo finally crawled out from underneath the pillow, but hid back when he saw what was happening.

"NOW, DO YOU TWO HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELVES?"

Heat, a little bolder than Hiro, stepped forward. "Ya", he said, "can you pass the remote?"

Strike snapped. Chucking the remote at Heat's head (who ducked just in time), Strike walked over to the TV and put his foot through it. "There", he said, walking away. "Now we don't have to fight over the television stations anymore". Brushing past the stunned two (who's mouths were hanging open), he headed towards the kitchen. "Heat!" he yelled back. "What time did you say Frida was coming over?"

"Ack!" Heat snapped out of his trance. "I gotta go get ready!" With that, he took off upstairs.

Hiro, still upset about having missed the end of the commercial, slumped down on the couch. Then, realizing he was not alone, he picked up the pillows. There, nestled among them, was a sleeping Tsutamo, who had fallen asleep during Heat and Hiro's argument. Chuckling to himself, Hiro carried the little boy to his bedroom and lay him on the bed, to sleep some more.

Tsutamo woke to the sound of music. Not loud, hip hop, like he was used to hearing coming from Heat or Strike's room. It was a soft guitar tune, with the occasional piano chord. Getting up from bed, Tsutamo looked at himself in the mirror. He was still in his pajamas…wait a minute! What time was it? Running over to the alarm clock, Tsutamo let out a gasp. It was just after noon! He had been asleep for almost five hours now! Scrambling to get dressed, the little kid stumbled out of his room a minute or so later. Regaining composure, Tsutamo went to investigate the music. Walking past Hiro's room, he put his ear to the door. No, it wasn't coming in from there. On his way to Strike's room, Tsutamo stopped in front of Heat's flame painted door. Yes, it was definetly coming in from there. Now that he heard it clearer, he could also make out the sound of…singing! Putting his ear to the door, Tsutamo leaned against it. The door, not shut, swung open, and Tsutamo fell over, landing face first in Heat' bedroom.

"Tsutamo?" Heat immedeatly stopped playing his guitar (which had flames painted on it :P).

Tsutamo tried to get up, but fell over again. Suddenly, a tan hand extended towards him appeared. Looking up, he saw the dark blue haired girl he had met at Bust A Groove. "Frida?" he said, taking her hand.

Helping the kid up, Frida brushed him off. "Well", she said finally, turning to Heat. "Looks like we caught ourselves a spy. What should we do with him?"

"I wasn't spying, honest!" Tsutamo stuttered.

"Well, I hear back in the middle ages, they used to cut the ears off eavesdroppers", Heat said, jokingly, setting his guitar down on his bed. Then, getting up, he crossed over to Tsutamo and Frida. Grabbing his brother's ears, he turned to his friend. "What do you say we cut off his ears? Here, I'll hold them, and you go get the ax".

"AHHH! No! I swear I won't do it again!" Tsutamo said in a panic.

Grinning at each other, Frida walked over to Heat's closet while he held on firmly to Tsutamo. Rummaging through it, she pretended to be looking for an ax. "No, I don't see it in here, Heat", she said, turning around. "I guess we'll have to use a kitchen knife".

"NOOOO! Please, please, please let me go!" Tsutamo wailed, scared out of his wits.

"Ah, we were just kidding, bro", Heat said, patting his petrified brother on the back. "So, what brings you here?"

Tsutamo, sighing with relief, replied. "I heard music, and I went to see where it was coming from".

Heat sat back down on his bed. "Oh, Frida and I were just working on some songs we wrote".

"Songs for what?" Tsutamo asked.

"Well, we decided it's time everyone changes their songs and places for Bust A Groove. As much as I love "2Bad", it's getting kind of old".

Frida crossed over and sat next to Heat. "So", she explained, "Heat and I have been working on a couple of new songs. We're not very far in writing the lyrics though".

"Cool!" Tsutamo exclaimed. "Can I here them?"

Heat and Frida exchanged looks. "Well…", Heat stalled, "I don't suppose it could hurt any if he heard a few…".

"Whoopee!" Tsutamo excitedly sat down on the floor, preparing to be serenaded.

"How about we play "Magic Tower"?" Seeing Heat nod, Frida positioned herself behind a keyboard, which was covered in paint splatters (obviously Frida had brought it from home). Immedeatly, the keyboard started spilling out chords, while the guitar played in the background.

Tsutamo leaned back, listening to the enchanting music, as Frida started singing, with Heat lightly humming the tune in the background.

"Take you to my magic tower…in my land of blue and green…"

After the lively tune ended, Tsutamo clapped gleefully. "So that is your new song, Frida?" he asked.

"Actually, we wrote it for my sister, Comet", Frida said, taking a seat next to Heat. "Since she's being declared a member tonight, I decided she should have her own place. It's going to look like the sushi bar she works at".

"Cool!" Tsutamo exclaimed. "You guys got any other songs?"

Frida started shaking her head, but Heat stopped her. "Actually, I have one I've kind of been working on…". Seeing Frida's surprised look as she stared at him, he muttered, "Well, it's not very good. I've only really written the chorus".

"Ooooh, let's hear it!" Tsutamo sat up, smiling.

Seeing Frida smile also, Heat reluctantly picked up his guitar, and started strumming a few chords. After a few warm up chords, Heat got into the song. It was a slower song (definitely slower than "2Bad"). Strumming away, Heat started singing. The song was enchanting. Now, Heat wasn't an excellent singer, but there was something about his voice that made the song seem more melodic.

Tsutamo sat spellbound. He didn't know Heat could compose songs, much less sing them! Looking over at Frida, he saw, that she too was captivated by the music. She was staring off into the distance, an odd look of thoughtfulness on her face. Returning his gaze to Heat, Tsutamo found himself again swept away by the music.

"Everybody knows that Heat is the one…", Heat sang lightly, oblivious to all else around him. Then, strumming the last few chords, he finished. "Ain't no stoppin', stoppin', the Heat is on!" Slowly, he placed his guitar next to him, and looked up, embarrassed. "It's not very good", Heat said, smiling sheepishly. "It's probably not good enough to use for Bust A Groove, but I…"

Tsutamo cut him off. "What do you mean, not very good! That was WONDERFUL! Wow, I'm going to go tell Hiro and Strike!" Before Heat could stop him, Tsutamo was walking out the door, still rambling on. "I never knew you could write songs! Wow, that was cool…"

Heat was stunned by Tsutamo's generosity with compliments. Turning to Frida, he was about to comment on this, when he saw she was looking at him weirdly.

"Um, Frida?" he said, waving a gloved hand in front of her face.

"Huh? Oh, yah", Frida snapped back to reality, and blushed, turning away from Heat. "That was a nice song", she stuttered.

"Thanks", Heat said, and, since Frida had her back turned, she didn't see it, but Heat too blushed.

Suddenly there was a call from downstairs. "Dinner, people!"

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