A/N: Thanks to everyone who sent me a review from the first chapter despite how short it was…this one is much longer as promised. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT OWN THE BOONDOCKS…my hero Aaron McGruder does.

Chapter 2: Fight The Power!

Riley and Jazmine finally arrived to their destination room 666. The trip wasn't too pleasant for Jazmine due to the fact that she had to listen to Riley explain his summer vacation which consisted of hoes, blunts and summer workouts. He even had the nerve to lie to her and say that Huey smoked with him once too!

'But then again Huey does seem to always be stressed and they say smoking relieves stress.' Jazmine was snapped out of her thoughts as Riley pinched her left butt cheek.

"Riley!" she shrieked like a mouse and slapped him across the face.

"Goddamn! I was just tryin' to get yo attention!" he rubbed his now sore cheek.

"Well you know there are other ways of doing that."

"Like lettin' tap dat ass!" Riley whispered under his breath.

"Huh?"

"Oh nothing, nothing!"

After a couple of seconds of silence they looked at door for their classroom. It read 'Black History' and next to it scribbled in read it said 'sux!!!'. Riley sighed and opened the door to see a familiar face in the first seat.

"Huey!" Jazmine screamed as she bear hugged the 17-year old revolutionary.

"So I see you two are in this class, too." Huey said gently pushing Jazmine off of him.

"Yep!" she chirped having a seat behind Huey.

"Yea, I'm stuck in this wack ass class, so where's the teacher?" Riley said, noticing their was no authority figure in the classroom yet. The corn-rowed Freeman brother took a seat to right of his afro counterpart.

"He ain't here yet…but why do you care, Mr. Esco?" a kid with long dreadlocks, a white, red and black Mos Def shirt said.

"Yo shutup, Caesar!" Riley growled.

"Chill anyways it looks like the whole gang is here." Caesar grinned.

"Ayo, check it new gurl at 12 o' clock!" Riley said elbowing Ceasar. A Caucasian girl with blonde hair and blue eyes walked into the room in a daze. Riley's eyes looked the newcomer up and down in delight.

'Whoa someone definitely threw some D's on that bitch…' Riley thought to himself.

"Hey, you look kinda familiar…" Jazmine said examining the new girl.

"Well I was only the biggest Diddy and Snoop fan of Woodcrest!" the girl smirked.

"OH MY GOD! CINDY MACPHEARSON!" Jazmine screamed hugging the most token white girl of Woodcrest.

"Well at least ONE of you all remember me…" Cindy stared into Huey's eyes.

"Hey Cindy, I see you're still obsessed with Diddy." Huey noticed her shirt, it had a picture of Diddy inside of a big pink heart.

"Well you gotta love a man who had the number #1 on Soundscan last year around this time!"

"Cindy, Diddy is absolute trash, the man is bad representer to NY and dancing." Caesar added his two cents.

"Then why was he #1?" she said staring a hole into Caesar's eyes.

"Look little girl, record sales do not equal talent." he then pulled out Mos Def's latest album 'Tru3 Magic' "Now see my man, Mos Def doesn't really sell as much records as Puff Daddy-"

"He's Diddy now!" Cindy whined.

"Whatever, now as I was sayin'…he doesn't sell much as Diddy but he has more talent than your favorite rapper can buy!"

"Whatever, stop hatin…" Cindy finally took a seat next to the Brooklyn native.

"Man this class seems wack as hell already!" Riley pouted.

Suddenly an old white man dressed in a black and gray suit walked into the room. Equipped with a canteen in one hand and briefcase in the other, he slowly dragged himself to his desk.

"Good morning class, my name is Maximillion Fillmore."

"Okay…" Huey slowly spoke, awaiting a response.

"And I'm your teacher, boy!" he said getting in Huey's face. "I can tell me and you are not going to get along."

"Yo, this dude is wack already!" Riley whispered to Jazmine. She nodded her head in agreement.

"Ok, class…as I call your name, please FORMALLY introduce yourself to your fellow classmates." Mr. Fillmore sighed. 'I hate teaching this class, especially to black kids'. he thought to himself.

"Huey Freeman?" Mr. Fillmore shouted.

The future revolutionary cleared his throat and began his introduction:

"Yes…my name is Huey Freeman and I'm the founder of 23 different radical leftist organizations including the 'Africans Fighting Racism and Oppression or A.F.R.O. if you will. The 'Black Revolutionary Organization or B.R.O. and also the 'Black Revolutionary Underground Heroes…

"Uh…B.R.U.H.?" Caesar asked scratching his head.

"Yea man it's the best I can think of." Huey frowned.

"Okay that's nice, you have a big imagination!" Mr. Fillmore laughed. "Just like your hair."

"But my imagination will become a reality." Huey then started reading a book.

"Haha…anyways do we have a Riley Freeman?"

"Yea nigga wuts good?" Riley grinned, showing off his platinum fronts.

'Oh my goodness, so many niggers in here!' Mr. Fillmore thought.

"Uh…anything you can tell us about yourself? Anything positive?" he chuckled.

"Well teach, I can tell you that I'm down wit' the bitches and hoes!"

The whole classroom erupted in laughter.

"Way to go man!" Caesar gave Riley some dap.

"I'm tired of listening to you guys and your damn ignorance. So until you learn proper English and dress properly, this class will not be TAUGHT!"

"Man this some ol' bullshit!" Huey spoke to his friends.

"Excuse me, Mr. I'm probably going to end up in jail by 21?"

"You heard me! Why are you teaching this class? You have no interest in black people or their history!" Huey shouted as he hopped on top of his desk.

"Aye man git yo ass down! You embrassin' me!" Riley yanked his brother's leg.

"How can yall stand this? It's obviously this man doesn't give a shit about US!" Huey yelled with fire burning in his eyes. This sent chills down everyone's spine, even Riley's.

"Actually Mr. Freeman, I respect them." Mr. Fillmore then pointed to all the preps sitting in the opposite corner of the classroom.

"That's because their money supports your pathetic paycheck, come on Caesar back me up!"

'Ha! This is my perfect chance to show off my comedic skills' Caesar smiled to himself.

"Ight Big Hue, I gotcha!" Ceasar then quickly pulled his dreads into a ponytail. "Yo, Mr. Fillmore, your momma is so fat that she uses the equator as a belt!"

"Oh that was really good. Mikey." Cindy teased. She then added more salt to the wound by slowly clapping for his prehistoric joke.

"Shut it Cindy!" Ceasar frowned. "How about this! Your momma has three titties, one is for water, one is for milk and the other says 'OUT OF ORDER'"

Riley, Cindy, Jazmine and even Huey laughed at Caesar's ignorant joke.

'I guess they've never seen Dave Chappelle's Block Party' he thought to himself.

"And this is exactly why there is not and never will be a black president." Mr. Fillmore grinned at Huey especially.

"Wow this teacher is an ass. I'm about to pull a Diddy up in this bit'! Cindy yelled pulling a random champagne bottle from her book bag.

"Damn you mad gangsta, ma!" Riley smirked and winked at Cindy.

"Exuse me, Ms. Macphearson?" Mr. Fillmore adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses. "But why are you so fascinated in this? Black history crap!"

"Cuz…I just love the whole culture, the Africans are truly a beautiful race and deserve more recognition."

"Amen sistah!" Caesar said mimicking a preacher.

"Haha too much BET, I suppose." Mr. Fillmore chuckled.

"Wow this school has stooped down to an all-time level of ignorance." Huey said balling his right fist up.

"So Huey what you're basically sayin' is homeboy over there is a nigga!" Caesar smirked.

"Do I look like a chocolate colored monkey to you? Do I have dreadlocks, cornrows or an disgusting distorted looking afro?" Mr. Fillmore questioned the three urban youths.

"Hold up!" Riley yelled picking up a chair. "Look son you ain't gonna diss me or none of my fam or else dis chair is goin' right through yo-" Riley was interrupted by a balding old Caucasian man with an all gray business suit. He was being accompanied by a young Caucasian teenager with a black skully, a bulletproof vest, a platinum necklace with the letters "EWIV" on it.

"Excuse me, what in the world is going on in this learning facility?" Ed Wuncler, the principal and owner of three-fourths of Woodcrest yelled.

"Well we have some rowdy ni- I mean kids in here!" Mr. Fillmore pointed towards Huey, Riley and Caesar like a 4 year old tattling on another kid.

"Alright, you three step outside right now." Wuncler commanded like a drill sergeant

The three walked out of class and before Riley left he gave Mr. Fillmore the bird.

"You see what I mean?!" Mr. Fillmore whined, trying to sound innocent. "These hooligans are out of control!"

"Ok now kids we have a new student, he also happens to be my great-grandson, Ed Wuncler the IV (fourth)" Ed Wuncler rolled his eyes. He wasn't exactly proud that his grandson's son was going be apart of his school. Ed the fourth was just as bad as his father, if not worse.

'Wow another Wuncler…' Jazmine whispered to Cindy as she placed her head into her palm.

"Whussup world?" Ed the fourth asked the class. "Oh that's right all my niggas just got kicked up out this bitch!"

Everyone just blankly stared at the red-headed wigger standing in front of the classroom. Ed the fourth just flashed a devilish grinned and pulled out one of his dad's most prized possessions. A chrome-plated Beretta. He noticed how afraid the students looked as he licked the tip of the gun and then pointed at ceiling and let off about 4 warning shots. Now everyone stared at him like he was a maniac, oh wait…

"WHAT THE FUCK YA'LL LOOKIN AT?" he asked the class.

Everyone quickly resumed doing what they were doing before the Wunclers showed up.

"Ok, you can sit down now and you students have a nice day!" Wuncler then left the class to address Huey, Riley and Caesar.

Outside the classroom…

"What the hell is wrong with you three?" Ed Wuncler poked each of them in the chest.

"Mr. Wuncler, that man in there is a racist!" Huey barked.

"Yea on some real!" Riley added.

"Riley, shut yo dumbass up!" Caesar elbowed Riley. "Leave the talking to Huey P. Newton Jr. over there."

"Whatever nigga…"

"Really? That can't be true…he loves fried chicken, cornbread, collard greens and even chitins!" Ed Wuncler said watching the disgust looks on the three boys faces.

"Mr Wuncler, stop followin' stereotypes!" Caesar sighed. "look man, he can like all those things but he still doesn't like us!"

"Nonsense!" Wuncler corrected him.

"Mr. Wuncler, we're just trying to FIGHT THE POWER!" Huey said holding up his right fist in pride.

'Damn man, we gonna get in a lot of shit for this! And to think right now I could have been starin' at Jazzy's booty or somethin' Riley yelled inside of his head.

The shadow of Huey P. Newton has spoken and once again found himself fighting for his equal rights. What will happen to boys? Will Riley's mind ever get out of the gutter? Find out in Chapter 3: A Playa Jus' Tryin' 2 Git In Dem Jeans

A/N: That's a rap for Chapter deuces…lemme know how good, bad or ugly it was! HOLLA!

One love,

Operation Doomsday