Chapter 27: The Revival Of Moop

Half an hour later, all seven lads were stood outside; rubbing their arms and feeling for any differences that they might now have. During that time, Liam, Daniel & Marcus had been the ones who had spoken. It had seemed that the blood that they had drunk from before had worked. They had become immune to the injection's chemicals and were just the same as they were from before. Stan, Kyle, Cartman & Kenny had all remained silent during that period and neither one of the other three lads had heard a single word come from the others.

"Errrrrr, guys. You alright?" Marcus asked; at which Stan looked up with a look of confusion on his face.

"Bloody hell mate, that needle stung like mad." Stan replied; shocking Liam and Daniel more than did with Marcus.

"Yeh, who said they 'ad ta' shove it right in like that………" Kyle replied. "I mean, all they 'ad ta' do was put it in slightly and that's it, but nooooo, they 'ad ta' push it in so much it felt like it was gunna come ou' the other end."

"Well I wouldn't expect anything less than a Jew." Cartman spoke.

"Shut up about Jews yer' fat bastard!"

"Na' you shut up yer' f---ing twatting Jew!"

"OY GUYS!" Marcus broke the argument up. "So are you stuck with these accents now or what?"

"I dunno…" Stan replied. "I think we can still say American stuff like 'dude' and 'sweet'…" He started clicking his fingers a few times. "Nope nothing. Guess we're stuck with these accents."

"Ah man…" Cartman shouted. "That is a right pain in the arse!"

"Alright. Anyway, we've got to get back to my place. We still have a plan to finish."

Two hours later, and the sky was getting a lot more darker. Back at Marcus' home, Norman had just finished reading an instruction booklet entitled 'How to Work London-Class Equipment'.

"Ah right, so I press Menu, then Function, then my selection and then the modification tabs. I guess that explains it."

Putting the book down, Norman spotted all seven lads entering the music studio from inside the recording section where he was sat.

"Bloody hell, look at all this stuff." Kyle spoke as al four boys were gazing around the room; looking at every single piece of equipment and all the items that were placed in the room. "Marcus, this is all yours."

"Yep, it's all mine. All this stuff is worth about £20,000 in total and that's not including all the vinyls, CDs, tapes and other items I have in here."

Cartman couldn't take it any more. He had been keeping an idea in his head for so long and finally spoke it out loud. "You guys, I've just had a really brill idea."

"What?"

"Well, Marcus, you can't do all that music stuff by yourself; it's too much for yer'……"

Marcus started thinking. "Yeh……so what's your point?"

"Well I was thinking……why don't we help you out with it? Why don't we……form a band and help you create an album?"

"Cartman that's a stupid idea."

"Mate, you were the one who thought of it first, remember?" Stan spoke at which Kyle nudged Stan to shut up.

"Yeh I know, I realise it's a stupid idea now; I just want to say it's a stupid idea just to make Cartman look stupid.

"Y'know, that's not such a bad idea." Norman replied; at which Marcus, Kyle and Cartman all shouted 'What'. "Yeh think about it, if these boys form an Indie band for example, then we'll surely be able to get a message across to the public through our music."

"What the hell are yer' talking about."

"I was reading about it before. They say that Dance & Indie music are two of the most powerful genres of music, because they have something in their sounds that's able to make people think differently and feel different. I don't know how the bloody hell that works, but if we make both genres of music in here and play them out to the public, then we'll surely be able to get some effect across."

"Yeh, there's just one problem. The boys don't know how to play any instruments." Marcus spoke.

"Well actually……" Stan began to speak.

"What! You mean you DO KNOW how to play instruments?"

"Well, kinda. Me and Kyle can play the guitar slightly and Kenny can play the drums but that's about it. Plus we all have different backgrounds of music, so we can't really play music that goes well together."

"How about we teach you then?" Liam spoke. "I know how to play the drums and the keyboard a bit and Daniel knows how to play both the Bass and Leading Guitar."

"Cool, you'll really teach us?"

"Sure…" Daniel replied. "However, you'll have to decide who's playing the keyboard; yer can't have an Indie band without a keyboard player. Otherwise, it'll just be f---ed up."

"Alright, alright. There's only one way we can decide this……" Stan spoke. "One two three NOT IT."

"NOT IT"

"NOT IT, HA you lose Cartman!"

"God dam it and bloody hell! I hate playing the bloody keyboard."

"Then it's settled. Me and Norman will begin on our combined album of music and Liam and Daniel will teach you four how to play instruments."

"Sure, but there's just one small problem." Stan replied.

"What?"

"We don't know what to sing about."

"Yeh our minds are totally army tank."

"Huh?"

"Y'know, army tank…………BLANK."

"Oh right, yeh, well tell you what, take a few of these CDs." Marcus passed about three or four music albums that were sitting on a shelf to Stan. "Listen to these albums and get some inspiration from them."

"Who the bloody hell are these people?"

"Haven't you ever heard of any of these popular British bands before? Kaiser Chiefs, Franz Ferdinand, Gorillaz or even Keane?"

"No, not really, we don't really listen to music."

"Oh, well take a listen to all those albums, get some inspiration and hopefully you'll be able to write yer' own lyrics and stuff."

"Cool, we'll see what we can do."

As Liam and Daniel began to make their way upstairs, the four boys followed and Marcus took his seat in the recording section alongside Norman.

"Alright, you ready?" Norman spoke.

"Yeh, let's do this!" Marcus replied; at which the two of them sat in silence for about a minute. "OK, I got nothing."

"Right, let's start from scratch. Got any medium-tempoed drumbeats in this."

Back upstairs, Liam and Daniel exited out of the front door and back to their own house. In order to play, they had to bring their own instruments to Marcus' house which meant Liam would have to carry the whole of his drum kit whereas Daniel would have to bring two guitars; a lead guitar for Stan and a bass guitar for Kyle.

"Alright guys, let's go and listen to this stuff." Stan spoke at which all four boys made their way into the kitchen. Placing a nearby stereo on the table, the boys all sat down around the table and each were given a small notepad to write notes down. "OK, what album should we listen to first?"

"How about this one……..errrrr….Kah…kah…is…kah-is…ka-ka-kaiser…chiefs; Kaiser Chiefs." Cartman spoke; finding it quite difficult to pronounce the first word of the band's name.

"Alright, put the disc in."

Kyle slotted the CD in and pressed play. As the first track on the album began, Stan spoke quickly.

"Y'know guys, I think it'd be best if each of us just focuses on one album each. That way, we'll get more ideas and stuff."

"Yeh, I agree. OK, I'll do…errrr…Frah...frah…nz…Franz...Fear…fear…fe…fehr…Ferdinand; Franz Ferdinand."

"Yeh, I'll write notes on Gorillaz."

"And I'll do Keane."

"Alright fine, I guess I'm making notes on this then." Stan spoke at which he picked his pen up and started to focus on the sounds of the music.

It was only a minute into the album and a minute into the first track and the four boys were already surprised at what they were hearing.

"Dude, is this what British music sounds like?"

Back in the basement level, Norman and Marcus had just finished their first track; 'Everybody Loves Freedom'.

"OK, we should definitely begin the broadcast with this track." Norman spoke.

"Hell yeh, although yer' don't mind using those same lyrics you've used in two past songs though?"

"No, not really. All it says is 'EEEEEVERYBODY……NEEDS LOVE!'."

"True, but 303 & Carnival are bloody brilliant."

"Yer' think so? Thanks. Alright, we should definitely go for a big-beat tune this time."

"Wait a minute, I know just the tune to officially make." Marcus picked out a vinyl record from the side and placed it on one of the decks. "I've been wanting to add lyrics to this tune for a while now so I think I'll go for it and sing in this one."

"Really? You sure………you're not like James Blunt singing or anything?"

"Are you mad? Why would I want to sing anything like that cocky, self-loving twat?"

"…………I dunno, it's just I'm number 1; so why try harder?"

"Norman, you can't sing……seriously. Stick to the tunes mate."

"Ohhhh, but I wanted to sing sooooo badly………in somebody else's tune." Norman twiddled with his fingers.

About two and a half hours later in the dark surroundings of an 11 o clock time and the four boys had just finished listening to all four albums. As they all sat there; each having a page or two full of notes and little scribbles, they all stared forward; shocked at what they had just heard.

"Dude………………that music was bloody sweet!"

"It was totally sweet!" Kenny added.

"Alright, so what's everybody got written down?"

"Me and Kenny wrote down some words and sayings we can use. What you guys got?"

"Ermmmm, well I've written down some music style things we can play in. Cartman what've you got?"

"Errrrr……ermmmmmm…well, I drew a little drawing of me on the couch." Cartman turned the notepad around to show a silly little hand-drawn picture that looked nothing like him.

"Cartman, you were supposed to write down ideas and notes." Kyle shouted.

"But guys, I was too busy listening to the sweet sweet tunes of this music. It blinded me from the task at hand you guys."

"No it didn't. You just drew yourself coz' all you were thinking about was yourself and your big, fat, lazy ass."

"EY, don't call my ass big, fat and lazy you bloody stupid Jew."

And just as this was going on, Liam & Daniel walked back in; each carrying a hell of a lot of equipment. Liam had hold of stacks of drums, snares and cymbals whereas Daniel had two guitars strapped around his waist. Marcus & Norman came back upstairs to the ground floor and walked into the living room.

"Alright guys, I think that's enough for this night. We'll carry on with all this stuff tomorrow morning; up early and sharp."

"WHAT? But Marcus, we've just gone all this way and back to get our instruments." Daniel shouted.

"Yeh I know, sorry about it. I mean it'd coming on 11 'o' clock and y'know, it is late."

Daniel grunted as he and Liam left the house in a slightly bad mood; leaving the musical instruments by the side in the living room.

"Alright guys, you better go and get some sleep. We've got a long day tomorrow." Marcus spoke; at which Stan shook his shoulders and the four boys walked off to their rooms. "So Norman, what are you gunna do about sleeping for the night?"

"Well……actually……I was wondering if you could……y'know……let me borrow one of the rooms in your house."

"What! Are you mad, my mam and dad, sorry STEPdad would never let me let you stay here tonight; they'll kill me."

"Please Marcus, I've got nowhere else to go."

Marcus thought for a moment and remembered that there was still one more place where Norman could sleep; the garden shed.

"What were doing when the, what were doing when the, what were doing when the Fatboy Slippin!" Norman sang to himself as he tried his best to get into a comfortable position in Marcus' garden shed. "Oh well, it ain't as good as quality as a Brighton Hotel; well it's actually a bit better, but still. Nighty night Fatboy." Norman turned off the little light bulb hanging in the shed and went to sleep.

As Marcus walked into the kitchen to get a drink, he looked at the four tapes that he had bought earlier in the month; the same tapes that he gave the four boys in order to help them to speak British. He turned the case over to see if there was a B-Side to it. And there was. Ridiculous it may sound, it was exactly what Marcus was looking for; 'How to play, sing and think like a British Indie Band Member'

Back downstairs in the spare basement bedroom, Stan and Kyle had got ready for bed and were already sitting in their own beds talking to each other.

"OK, so we should definitely sing about how bad this country has become, maybe a little about ourselves being in this country and also a tune that we should sing in like light-rapping style but still keep it Indie."

"Got it." Kyle replied; jotting down all of Stan's ideas on the notepad which was lying in-between his legs on top of the bed's cover. "Do you think we should let the others sing as well."

"Errrrrr, yeh let Kenny sing a few lines, but not Cartman, he'll just f--- everything up."

"Yeh, he's such a fat bastard, he'll just scream and yell and stuff."

Marcus came rushing own the basement staircase. "Guys, I need to tell yer' something."

"Sure dude, what?"

"Right, it's just……unless you really know Indie music, you'll never be able to make good tunes and stuff."

"What, why not?"

"Well it's just………Americans aren't good at performing British Indie music."

"We aren't! We didn't know that."

"Yep it's true, you think of all the bands that come from America. All they do now is sing in Punk, Rock and Heavy Metal styles and s---. It's just not a British taste."

"So what do we do."

"You listen to these tapes again…" He pulled out two of the four tapes out of his pocket. "The B-Side of this tape will allow you to become an expert at understanding how our music works. By the morning you'll be wizzes at it all. Trust me!"

"Ooooooh right. So how do we listen to them then?"

"Just turn over the tape so that the B-Side is facing up and slot in those tape players by your beds."

The boys looked at each other and tried to move the tapes around.

"No that's rotating them." Marcus spoke at which the boys tried again. "No, that's just rotating it again." They tried again. "No now you're trying to pull it inside out." They tried again. "Oh giz' it here!" Marcus turned them over and dropped them on the bed; B-Side face up.

"Ooooooh right, that's how you play a B-Side…………what's a B-Side?"

"That doesn't matter, just listen to them while you're asleep and it'll work. It says on the cover of the case that it was successful when 9 out of 10 Liverpudlians were tested with it. The other 1 started thinking it was some kind of weapon and used it to rob a bank. I wonder if they used this on The Beatles; probably not."

"What's a Liverpudlian?"

"Yeh and who or what The Beatles, those little insect things that yer' see on the ground."

"Yeh but haven't you heard of THE BEATLES?"

Stan and Kyle sat in silence. "No not really."

"Oh, how could you have not heard of The Beatles? They were bigger than Jesus; well in John Lennon's eyes at least."

"Holy s--- dude!"

"They were bigger than Jesus; as in…they were giants?"

"NO NO NO! Look forget everything I said. I'm off to bed." Marcus rushed up the stairs; blocking his ears and yelling 'LA LA LA LA' as Stan and Kyle kept asking him what a Liverpudlian was.

"Dude, what's a Liverpudlian?"

"I dunno dude; maybe it's like one of those gnome-like creatures, let's just get some sleep."

Stan and Kyle placed the tapes in the tape players and placed the headphones over their ears. Falling to sleep easily, the tape began and continued on through the night. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, as the revival of the band formerly (and quite possibly currently) known as 'Moop' was going to perform once more through the sounds of British Indie.