A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, this story is going a lot better than planned. Anywho for all the people who caught The Boondocks for this week Episode 17: Tom, Sarah and Usher...did anyone find it weird that Sarah didn't actually cheat on him? Seems like a plothole to me. Still seeing and hearing Tom sing 'Burn' by Usher is priceless...LOL

Disclaimer: You would think by now you'd all know I don't own this ish...this all belongs to Aaron McGruder, Sony and adultswim. Only thing I own is the idea!

Chapter 4: Operation: F.I.R.E./The Sub

The next day in class…(Thursday)

"Good morning ni- I mean class!" Mr. Fillmore greeted the class. "I hope you are all ready to read your essays on your favorite black hero."

"I hope you guys picked reasonable candidates, people that can prove to him that black people are just as good as white people." Huey told his friends.

"Right-o, I'm goin' first!" Caesar volunteered.

"Okay Michael, you may go first!" Mr. Fillmore smirked. 'This is going to be fun.'

"My hero, Mos Def born Dante Terrell Smith was born on December 11th 1973. He was born in Brooklyn, New York and he's-" Caesar was interrupted by Mr. Fillmore.

"Look boy, I could careless about the nigger's biography!"

"Ugh! Fine…ok The Mighty Mos Def is simply my hero because he speaks the truth about the MAN!" Caesar then pulled out a boom box and played his favorite Mos Def song, Mr. Nigga.

You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna
Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter
Same press kickin dirt on Michael's name
Show Woody and Soon-Yi at the playoff game, holdin hands
Sit back and just bug, think about that
Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.J. found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been in with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?
Do you do the same shit when the defendent face is white?
If white boys doin it, well, it's success
When I start doin, well, it's suspect

Mr. Fillmore ran over to the boom box and threw it against the wall in anger.

"You get an automatic ZERO! I was going to give you a twenty-five but you just played that filth in my classroom." he spoke with venom dripping off of his tongue.

"Man…" Caesar balled his fist.

"Alright I would like Ms. McPhearson to go next." Mr. Fillmore spoke calmly once again.

"Ok well my hero has definitely got to be Sean "P. Diddy" Combs!" she chirped.

"You get a big fat ZERO as well! NEXT" he burped as he took another swig from his canteen.

"DIDDY HATER!" Cindy yelled.

"Ok anyways next up we'll have Ms. DuBois."

"Well my hero is Harriet Tubman, since she helped so many slaves go through the underground railroad-"

"LAAAAAAAAME! Who cares about that woman? She only commited the biggest crime in American history besides the fact ya'll can vote…you get a thirty!"

"Next will be Riley." Mr. Fillmore chuckled.

"My hero has gotta definitely be my nigga, Fiddy!" Riley threw his hood over his head. "I mean even though he lost to that lame Kanye, he still got shot nine times and didn't die! He's a god amongst gods!"

"And I wish I could put ten bullets through you. You get an negative FIVE!" Mr. Fillmore growled.

"I guess it's up to me then…" Huey sighed.

"Yes Mr. Free-MAN, make my day." Mr. Fillmore adjusted his tie.

"Huey P. Newton." Huey said with an evil grin. "Founder of the Black Panther Party."

"Shut up! I don't wanna hear it…you get a FIFTY!"

"And why do I actually get the highest "F"?" Huey calmly asked.

"Because I respect Newton as a leader but I don't respect his beliefs, so you get half of a hundred."

"Oh thanks." Huey rolled his eyes.

"See this is why I don't respect your kind."

"My kind? The kind than can challenge your petite IQ?"

"Well I have a bachelor's degree in Biology!"

"And what the HELL does that have to do with this class?" Huey pounded his fist into his desk, making a small crater on the surface.

"Yo man…I was havin' a good ass dream." Ed the IV moaned as he rubbed his eyes. Mr. Fillmore took another gulp of his 'water' and then walked up to Huey's face.

"Look Hubert…" Mr. Fillmore hiccupped.

"You're drunk!" Huey pointed his finger. "Hey Chad, lemme use your cellphone."

"Hah, why would I let you hold my expensive Motorola RAZR?" Chad retorted. He was one of the richest kids in the Midwest. He wore a green Polo sweater over a long-sleeved dress shirt, khaki shorts and Rainbow sandals.

"Because your phone has a hi-def camera in it." Huey grinned.

"Oh blackmail I see, how delicious!" Chad said as he handed the phone over to Huey.

'This is nigga technology at it's finest' Huey thought to himself as he inspected the expensive cell phone.

"Smile for the camera!" Huey yelled taking a picture of Mr. Fillmore drinking from his canteen.

Later that day, At McWunclers…

"Huey, man you got him good!" Caesar gave Huey some dap.

"Yes, and I turned the pictures into Mr. Wuncler." Huey said taking a bite of his salad.

"Yep, we gonna have a sub tomorrow fo sho!" Riley yelled as crumbs from his burger flew all over Jazmine.

"Riley, do you mind?" Jazmine spoke in disgust as she wiped the ground off her face.

"Damn is it a crime fo' a nigga to get his grub on? Shit!" he yelped as one of his pickles slipped under the table.

Riley went under the table and noticed something…

"Daaaaaaaaaamn!" he said to himself, noticing that Jazmine had a miniskirt on and her pink 'Hello Kitty' lace panties were showing. Riley moved his face a little closer, so close that Jazmine could feel Riley breathing on her leg.

"RILEY FREEMAN!" Jazmine yelled as she instantly closed her legs, crushing Riley's nose in the process.

"AH SHIT! THAT WAS MY GODDAMN NOSE, MARIAH CAREY!" Riley cried coming back up from underneath the table.

"Riley doesn't know when to stop, huh?" Cindy whispered to Caesar. He nodded his head in agreement.

"Huey, you need to do something with Riley!" Jazmine pouted putting her head on Huey's shoulder.

"I need to do something will all of you." Huey sighed taking another bite of his salad.

'You need to shut up and kiss me!' Jazmine thought to herself and smiled.

"What are you smiling about?" Huey asked.

"Oh nothing, maybe you should try smiling…it's the second best thing your mouth can do!" Jazmine shyly answered.

"Oh and what's the best?" Huey asked crossing his arms, causing Jazmine's head to fall off of his broad shoulders.

"Ki-I mean talk, you're a great speaker, Hubert." she said mocking Mr. Fillmore's voice. Everyone at the table started laughing, even Huey managed to crack a smile.

"See now didn't that feel good?" Jazmine laughed. A blush slowly crept across her tan face.

"A little…" Huey said in between chomps of his salad.

'I have the key to his heart. I just have to pick the lock still.' Jazmine grinned.

The next day at The Freeman Residence…(Friday)

"It's finally Friday son! I finally can get into Jazzy's jeans!" Riley sang while brushing his teeth. The younger Freeman brother had on a black and red Rocawear hoody on with a black and red du-rag, red Dickies pants and some black and red Nike SB Dunks. Riley checked himself out in the mirror.

"Damn I'm a sexy ass nigga!" he posed for the mirror. Huey cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, last time I checked this was the bathroom. Not the dressing room for 'America's Next Top Nigga'"

Shut it punk!" Riley then stormed out of the bathroom.

"Thank goodness it's Friday." Huey splashed some water on his face. Huey was dressed in a generic black hoody and pair of faded blue Levi Jeans.

Inside of the car…

"So Huey, you goin' to Jazzy's house tonight?" Riley said adjusting his sunglasses.

"Nope." Huey grunted, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Why son? It's gonna be like the dopest shit ever!"

"Because I have to study AB Calculus and practice my Chi meditations."

"NEEEEEEEEEEEEERD!" Riley yelled with his fists into the air.

"We shall see who will be more successful in the mere future."

Huey then popped in a CD into his car stereo. The car was suddenly filled with loud-thumping bass of Public Enemy.

"Oh shoot, there goes my nigga, FLAVOR FLAV!" Riley the started imitating the now forty-eight year old hip-hop legend.

"At least we can both agree on this…" Huey then switched to his favorite song, Fight The Power.

Later on, in Room 666...

"So where's the teacher at?" Bif, the leader of the preps asked. He was dressed very similar to Chad except his Polo sweater was navy blue and he wore khaki pants and a pair of crisp white Reebok classics.

"Who knows and who cares." Huey rolled his eyes.

"Cheer up hun- I mean pal!" Jazmine rubbed Huey's back.

"Caesar, what's that you're reading?" Cindy asked adjusting her rather small halter-top.

"I think the real question is what in the world are you wearing?" Caesar playfully whistled looking her up and down the vanilla goddess before him. Cindy had her hair in her trademark ponytail, she also had on a small white halter top that exposed her cleavage pretty well and she had on some extra tight pink Baby Phat capris on.

"You like? This is the same outfit I wore when I met Danity Kane and Diddy!" Cindy winked.

"Oh…" he said mesmerized by her figure still.

"Ayo Cindy, you lookin' fine today!" Riley clapped his hands twice.

"Thanks Riley, see some men appreciate great beauty." Cindy then blew a kiss to Riley.

"Blah, whatever!" Caesar then dug his nose back into his book.

"Well LA-DI-DA-DE-DO!" a rather large black man with one eye larger than the other sang as he walked to the door.

"You've got to be shittin' me…Ruckus?" Riley dug his face into his palms.

"Yea that's right, I'm yo new teacher!" Uncle Ruckus grinned fixing his tie. "So what class am I teachin' now?!"

"Oh my…c'mon now we get a teacher that probably only has a high school diploma." Huey sighed.

"Could this scenario get any funnier?" Caesar smiled looking at Cindy.

"Anything can happen at Wuncler High School…" Cindy said while blushing. She noticed her top was starting to slip off.

"Here Cindy, please take my jacket. We don't need GIRLS GONE WILD scenes up in here!"

"Wow look at the chocolate colored faces in here, nasty!" Ruckus spat all over the place.

"Right on, man!" Derby, another prep yelled. He wore the same Polo sweater they all wore except his was pink. Same khaki shorts and a pair of brown Hush Puppies.

"What you say, nigga?" Riley grabbed Derby by the collar.

"I said right on, you nigger…" Derby spat in Riley's eye.

"AH HELL NO!" Riley instantly slammed Derby to the ground and began to land powerful punches to Derby's pretty boy face.

"C'mon little rich white boy, you gonna let that slave whoop ya ass?" Uncle Ruckus yelled watching the beat down.

"Ok that's enough." Huey pulled Riley off of Derby. The prep's nose was severely bleeding and he also had a gash above his right eye.

"I hope you enjoy spending' yo allowance on that medical bill!" Riley chuckled wiping the blood off his knuckles.

"I'll get you FREE-MAN!" Derby spat some blood onto the ground and returned to the prep's corner.

"Way to go, we'll be homeless by tonight." Huey sighed.

"Riley, Riley, Riley…you sure can fight for a nigga." Ruckus said in awe.

"Thanks, I think…" Riley yawned. "So am I in trouble or can I catch some Z's?"

"Go ahead, you lucky I admire yo style now only if you hated niggas like me!"

"This class is just amazing'" Caesar banged his head into his desk.

"Stop bangin' your head into the desk, fool!" Cindy said while twisting one of Caesar's dreadlocks.

"I always knew you liked chocolate, Cindy!" Caesar gave her his signature smile.

"And I always knew you'd wanna try some vanilla." she licked her lips lovingly.

"Haha yeah right, I'm still on the same of the fence." Caesar said squeezing Cindy's rosy cheeks.

'Not after tonight…' Cindy thought to herself.

With the party only being hours away, what will the gang do to occupy their free time? Find out in Chapter 5: GOAL!

One love,

Operation: Doomsday