Parappa, check this out!"
Parappa woke up to find Sunny in his queen-sized bed with him, in nightclothes and holding hands with him. The light from the sunrise invited itself into his room, making her look more radiant than with the lights off.
Then, he made a sudden realization: Heh, good thing that General Potter isn't here, otherwise I'd be dead. The sight of the flower and the rapdog in the same bed would have made Potter's trigger finger feel like it was in poison ivy for three hours.
She was still asleep, so Parappa quietly walked out of his room to investigate why his name was called from the living room. He went down the hall and saw PJ sitting in front of his laptop. As soon as he noticed Parappa emerge from his slumber, the DJ said, "Bro, why haven't you told me about this earlier?" He was on a website called WorldStarHitPops, where people would send videos of pop songs and even ones of street fights. The person who said, "WorldStar!" was true to his word, as he uploaded the video to the site. It wasn't even 24 hours since the upload, and it already had 500,000 hits on the site, and growing.
Parappa watched the video, recalling the events that happened that night. The person who taped the fight caught the entire thing, from Parappa being in a headlock, to Sunny taking out two guys by herself, to the collaborative effort of the two lovers KO'ing Harvey Street Fighter-style.
PJ had a look of surprise on his face the first time he saw this. He knew that Parappa took lessons from Chop Chop Master Onion, and Sunny learned things from watching Romantic Karate with him. But, he never thought he would actually see something like this from either of them.
"Oh, so it was uploaded. Great," Parappa said. His eyes then bucked at the realization that he killed someone right after the fight. Don't show me shooting-he thought. But as soon as that statement played in his mind, PJ witnessed Parappa domeshooting one of the agents with the other one's revolver. Somebody's death was caught on camera. PJ's jaw dropped at the sight of this.
"Oh, my goodness. You actually...and he pulled out...and you," he hesitated at his next word, "KILLED him...Oh, crap, Parappa, what have we gotten ourselves into?" PJ leaned forward and facepalmed in stress.
Parappa contemplated over the situation as well. How DID he get into this mess? It all began right after the concert, when Parappa started driving away from Club Fun. It was all because of a freak car accident, and that freak car accident eventually led to him killing someone with a defensive bullet. Was the concert at Club Fun related to the whole thing?
But an even bigger question was, who was doing all of this? He didn't know anyone who he thought would do something like this. Parappa was the patron saint of the entire city. Everyone in Parappa Town would love him, he thought, whether it be for his service or for his songs, or even both. He had no reason to be hated by anyone.
"I don't know why or how. But, this video is becoming much more viral by the second, it seems. My face is recognizable to EVERYONE in town that sees it. What I'll need to do is lay low for a couple, what? Days? No. Weeks? Months? Years? The rest of my life?" Parappa inquired.
"Just to be clear, you shot him in self defense, correct?" PJ asked.
"You already know that. I would not murder anyone. However, the video's quality wasn't that good, since it was nighttime. That, and the camera guy focused on me as I was walking away from the scene. As soon as the gunshot rang out, and the audio was cut out for a couple seconds, so you know it was real, the cameraman ran. I just know the feds are going to be on my case for this one." Parappa's mind went a mile a minute, thinking of the possible consequences of his self-defense. He knew that the person he killed was in the mafia, and they were breathing on his neck before the incident. What about the cops? He didn't know if the cops loved him or not.
"So, what are you going to do?" PJ asked.
"I don't know. I might have to move someplace else. But see, that's the thing. I have no idea where I would move to. This place had everything I wanted in a city; a stable job, plenty of opportunities for community service, the bills for my house doesn't cost too much, clean town water supply, et cetera. I don't want to have to move far away from this place. But, if we made the investment to move and don't find a good place, then what?" Parappa replied.
PJ contemplated the situation, but couldn't think of anywhere to go or what would happen if there were no good places left to go. The bear wasn't really too keen on the idea of moving, either. He was popular for his DJ-ing, but only in Parappa Town. He'd have to go Drake on some other folks and start from the bottom AGAIN.
And there was also MilkCan, who also built their entire career in Parappa Town. By the way the music industry was going in the nation, they would have the best luck finding ways to make a name for themselves with their type of music.
Last, but not least, there was Sunny. It was blatantly obvious that she wouldn't simply let Parappa and the others leave without going with them, as well. But, her singing career has just started, and she mostly did collaborations with Parappa, and one performance with MilkCan with the hit song "Come a Long Way." I wonder what her dad will think of-Parappa's thought was interrupted by the sight of Sunny in a white bath robe. She emerged from Parappa's bedroom as well. The morning sunlight permeating the living room window made her pink petals radiate. This was one of Parappa's favorite times in the day, seeing Sunny for the first time in a day, witnessing the sunlight work its magic on her. It cheered him up nine times out of ten. For a while, it did today. But the memory of the imminent legal dilemma came back to haunt Parappa.
"Good morning guys!" Sunny beamed. She observed the cloudy disposition of her two friends there. She also noticed PJ's laptop open on the coffee table. "What's eating you two?"
PJ turned the laptop toward her and rewound the video to show the video evidence of Parappa killing one of the businesscats the previous night. Sunny wasn't particularly shocked of the sight, since she was there, but she also knew that it was bad that her boyfriend shooting the feline was viewed by, what was it? Seven hundred thousand people now?
"I'm in deep crap, Sunny. I'm left with the choice of moving, staying and having the possibility of the death penalty as my fate, or live the rest of my life in a life of crime. All three choices suck," Parappa said.
"Why would you get the death penalty if it was pure self-defense?!" Sunny exclaimed.
"You don't remember the last trial we were in? Phil and Ian almost won that case with false accusations. And those accusations had no hard evidence to back them up. Now, with this video, there's no telling what things they may come up with. The video angle doesn't show the whole story, but mafia members always seem to be good at tricking people with ridiculous statements. This is some charmspeaking, Heroes of Olympus crap here, Sunny," PJ replied.
"But what about Katy's dad? He's the sheriff of the Rodney County Police Department, right? There has to be something that you can say to him in order for him to let you off easy," Sunny said.
Parappa thought this over. "Okay. I will talk to him as soon as I-" he began, before being interrupted by the sound of the hinges of his front door breaking.
BUM! BUM! BUM!
The wooden door catapulted open, exposing two police officers holding a battering ram and more of them aiming down the sights of their pistols. Four of them went into a formation, searching for somebody, it seemed like.
"PARAPPA, GET ON THE GROUND NOW!" one of them said. The demanding cop was a white wolf, with an unforgiving glare about his eyes. He stared directly at the rapdog. The other two cops, with two turtles and one automaton, were aiming their guns at PJ and Sunny.
Parappa and company raised their hands in submission. The moment of dread was finally here, and Parappa couldn't find any way to get out of this. All of this happened way too fast for him to prepare for it.
If Parappa was distraught about this, Sunny and PJ were devastated. As they watched their best friend being brought to the ground and having handcuffs around his wrists, they could only think of the golden days in their lives involving the rapdog. PJ thought of the first time they met. It was ten years ago when the dog and the DJ first saw each other. It was in elementary school. Parappa was the new kid in the school, not knowing any of the teachers, students or quickest routes to any classroom. He didn't think he could vividly remember something like this, especially after a decade, but a bad situation could cause him to remember virtually anything.
It was supposed to be a regular day in Ms. Fishberry's third grade class. The kids shot spitballs from straws, threw thousands of thin papers across the room, and laughed lively at little lunacies. The teacher was always ten minutes late to class, for unexplained reasons, giving the pupils plenty of peradventures of hijinks like these.
PJ sat alone at his desk. While every other student was conversing with another student, playing practical jokes on each other, or secretly snacking on some morsels from home, he mostly twiddled his thumbs in boredom. None of the other kids seemed to understand him. He wanted to do more than what the other kids were doing. He wanted to become a musician. The diminutive bear was resolute in this endeavor as well. All day long he would be thinking of more creative ways to make his beats. He first learned how to scratch disks when he was three years old, and discovered a newfound love to the turntables.
He tried making friends with the other guys. Really, he did. But, the other guys would either make fun of his taste in rap music, his weight, or his un-athleticism. What about the girls? Nah, forget that, he would think. They have cooties. If I even touched another girl, I would have them for life, PJ thought.
Ms. Fishberry walked in, her head being a fish in a bowl, and the rest of her body being that of a black bear. Everyone wonder what would happen if you poured out all the water out of the bowl. So many rumors spread across the school about what would happen.
But, she wasn't alone. Walking behind her was a white dog, dressed in the raggediest clothes everyone had ever seen in that class. This dog was wearing torn navy blue jeans and a sky blue shirt that had three small, but noticeable holes in it. This dog was short, had scruffy hair and possessed droopy ears.
"All right, class! Settle down now! We have many things to accomplish today, and not enough time to do it! But, we shall start off with an introduction of a new pupil!" Ms. Fishberry gestured toward the white dog.
"Hi, guys! I'm Parappa!" the white dog said, in a high-pitched, prepubescent voice. He had an overall friendly disposition and came into the room already having a good perception of everyone. The students tried their very hardest to not laugh at Parappa. Everything about him seemed funny, from his appearance, to his voice, to his name. But, one of the bullies in the class couldn't resist breaking the silence in a rude manner.
"Your name is Parappa? Now, THAT'S a ghetto name if I ever heard one! Get back to the projects, ugly!" the bully said. This bully was a cream-colored bulldog wearing a red sweater with a yellow stripe across the chest. He had an enormous chin. He also sat in the back of the class. His remark caused almost every schoolchild chuckle and point their fingers at Parappa.
Almost.
Parappa, on the other hand, was confused. What was it about him that was so funny? All he noticed was that these people were very lucky to have better-looking clothes and to have a sanitary and safe school. The most odd part was that a lot of them looked ridiculous, with some of these kids being mixtures of two, three or even four species. He was mostly surprised that people didn't laugh at the teacher for how she looked.
But, Parappa didn't base negative opinions on people based on looks. To everyone's surprise, he kept the same disposition as when he first came into the classroom. The laughing quickly died down when they found out that laughing at him wouldn't make him feel bad.
"Tell us something about yourself, Parappa. What do you like to do?" Ms. Fishberry inquired.
Parappa thought for a minute. "Well, I like to ride my skateboard and make rap songs."
The majority of the class laughed even harder than the first time. It was such a ridiculous combination of activities to like.
"Where did you come from, loser? Nobody likes rap music around here, and they never will!" the cream-colored crass canine concluded.
PJ, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow in impression. Could this be the one friend he made during all of elementary school?
When the laughing died down, Ms. Fishberry said,"You make take any desk in the room, Parappa." She gestured to the only seat available. It was between the cream-colored bulldog and a tubby bear. In hopes to stay away from the freaky dog, all of the classmates moved their desks away from that one seat. The cream-colored dog even moved his seat away from the vacant desk. The beanie-wearing boy shrugged and walked toward the desk and sat in it.
"All right, class, let us resume our normal procedures! Yesterday we left off at cursive writing..." Ms. Fishberry began. The impact of what she taught that day wasn't even comparable to the impact of what happened later that day.
The class broke up for recess. Parappa, being the new kid, found this as a golden opportunity to make new friends. As the scholars poured out of the exits, he started off with a group of girls. One was a yellow mouse, a blue cat, and a red-haired lamb. Parappa met them at a tire swing.
"What's up, guys?" Parappa tried, what with a wave and a cordial smile. All of them looked at the young rapdog funny and walked away from him. The red-haired lamb looked back at the dog with a face of concern and slight interest, and would have stayed if she was alone. But, she was trying to fit in her little group, so of course, she followed them.
Next, Parappa tried the jungle gym. He found a trio of fifth-grade chimps swinging about and showing off their athletic ability. He walked up to them and said, "Hello, I'm-" He didn't even get the chance to say his name before all of them left. One of them even flipped off Parappa in an attempt to ward him off for the rest of their lives.
Parappa, coming from the ghetto, knew exactly what the gesture meant. He'd seen it being used by other people on other people, but this was his first ever experience of it affecting him. Would nobody accept him?
He had over twenty minutes of recess left, and he didn't want to face any more rejection. He found a swingset currently being used, so he wanted to try something. All he did was walk to the swingset without saying a single word. Three people were swinging on the swings, and at the sight of Parappa, they all jumped off.
"Come on, move before you catch his ghetto!" one of the kids yelled. Parappa took one of the vacant seats and sat in it. He then contemplated on what was going on. What was wrong with everyone? Or, what was wrong with him? Did he do something wrong? Was he wearing the wrong type of clothes? Or did he just possess some sort of aura of unattractiveness that everybody could see except him? Maybe it was all three of those things. He desperately wanted to go back to the ghetto area of Parappa Town. School there wasn't near as sanitary or safe as this one, but he easily could make friends there. In Rodneyson Elementary, the ghetto school, virtually everyone came from the same background, so no one had any right to make fun of anyone else. Now, at Parappa Town Elementary, he was almost like a plague that walked on two legs. Hey, that kinda rhymed, Parappa thought. I'll use that in a rap sometime. That was another one! But, as awesome of a rhyme that was, it wasn't enough to uplift his spirits.
Meanwhile, PJ was sitting on a bench, tuning out the rest of the outside world by listening to his portable CD player. Of course, he was listening to the best rap songs he could get his hands on. Hey, that was a multisyllabic rhyme. I'll keep that in mind. That was another one! PJ thought. He wasn't planning on being a rapper, but it was one of life's little pleasures for him to come up with rhymes straight from the dome.
He looked around to check out what was happening. A group playing tag here, another kid failing at a balance beam there, and a depressed-looking dog sitting on a swing. All seemed normal. Wait a minute, that was the new kid PJ saw! The kid who also liked rap music! What was he doing all alone? PJ had no idea. But, if he was going to make any friends this school year, why not start with Parappa?
He paused his music player and walked toward the rapdog. He sat in the nearby swing seat.
"What's wrong, dog? You seem distressed," PJ said. Parappa almost let a tear fall before replying.
"I am distressed, man. What is it that these guys don't like about me? I made them all flee, and for what, G?" Parappa rapped. He made a reference to one of his favorite rap songs of all time. PJ understood that reference and replied, "Do you fail to grasp what is wrong with the world, and now wonder if you'll ever find that perfect girl?"
A spark lit in Parappa's mind. Not only did this bear guy understand his feelings, but he also knew the lyrics to rap songs. His eyes widened at the realization that this was his first friend outside of the ghetto.
"Name's PJ, and you're Parappa, right?" the bear said, sticking his open hand out. Parappa noticed a friendly, yet completely laid-back personality about him. PJ smiled with his eyes half-closed as if he did this all the time. The rapdog reached over and shook his hand.
"Yeah, I'm Parappa. What rap albums do you listen to, with that portable CD player?" the dog asked.
"Oh, this? Shoot, I only listen to The Book of Life, Paid in Full, Follow the Leader, Don't Sweat the Technique and The Master, all by King Kong Mushi. What about you?"
"The Master is out? Already? I haven't listened to that!" Parappa said.
"Just came out yesterday, spent all my hard-earned money on it. Now I'm waiting for the next one to come out soon."
They went on and on about different albums by King Kong Mushi, and realized that they had a connection via something perceived as silly by the general public at the time. When recess ended, Parappa was grinning from one droopy ear to the other. He had made a friend first day there.
PJ also was smiling. For the first time in his life, he found someone who understood him as well. This moment was a milestone in his life.
The memory faded as the cops started to take him away and escorted him to the squad car. A total of five police cars were at Parappa's house. Just before they led the rapdog through the front doorway, Parappa turned around to say, "Sunny, I love you! Send me a c-" One of the automatons swung his pistol and pistol-whipped the pooch, knocking him unconscious and leaving a bloody cut on the back of his forehead.
"NO!" Sunny yelled as she tried to run towards the limp body of her boyfriend. PJ, realizing that if these cops would pistol-whip someone just for proclaiming their love to someone else, there was no telling as to what they would do to anyone who'd give first aid to an accused perpetrator. He grabbed the flower's shoulders and calmly said, "It'll be all right, Sunny. He'll live this one through..."
The policemen dragged Parappa's body out the doorway and slammed the door. Before the door closed, the white wolf stared at PJ and pointed to his own two eyes, making an "I'm watching you" gesture. PJ glared back at him.
The DJ looked out the window to make sure the policemen were gone. Then, he took out his phone to call Katy and the rest of MilkCan.
"Hello?" Katy answered.
"It's PJ, I need you all to come over quick at Parappa's house!" PJ spoke urgently. Katy didn't seem to take notice of this urgency and replied, "Oh, I wonder why? Haha, I found out you like me, PJ, and I'll gladly go on a date with you!"
PJ's heart was a racecar filled with jet engines going downhill for three seconds, speechless. But he remembered what he needed to do. He regain his composure and answered, "I'm flattered, but come over here pronto! Parappa's going to prison!"
"What?!" Katy nearly dropped her cell phone in bewilderment. Unable to ask questions, she quickly reacted. She told Lammy and Ma-San about the sudden news. The lamb and the mouse dropped their playing cards and briskly moved to Katy's small car. "Hang on, PJ, I'm coming as fast as I can!"
. . .
"Anyone have a three of diamonds?" Chief Leaf asked his fellow gangsters. He was surrounded by Hollow Bone, a tough-looking bear, an anthropomorphic electrical plug and a live game controller. All of them held four playing cards, engaged in the game of Go Fish.
All of the other G's shook their heads. Chief Leaf exchanged his king of clubs for a two of spades. It was now Hollow Bone's turn.
"Anybody got a two of spades?" was Bone's call. Chief Leaf gave him his card. Bone had all four two's and slammed his cards down in his victory. He also dropped a three of diamonds from his sleeve accidentally.
Leaf took quick notice of this and pointed it out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the freak is this? You had a three of diamonds all this time and yet you just hid it in your sleeve? How could you do this to me? I've known you all my life, and you just stab me in the back like this? You deceiving piece of-" he began, holding out his fist and about to punch his friend's lights out.
"Hey Leaf, let's just try to keep this fanfiction PG-13, okay?" the bear remarked. Then, everyone downstairs heard Joe Chin's laughing upstairs. This laugh was a prolonged one of sick pleasure and overbearing dominance. They've heard this laugh from time to time, and it sparked curiosity in everyone that heard it.
"What was that about?" Bone inquired.
"I don't know. Go check it out," Leaf replied.
"No way, Jose! Last time I went up there hearing a laugh like that, I found a, shall we say, 'lady of the evening' performing an 'act of service' for our boss. I'm not taking that risk again. You go on and do it," Bone said. Leaf balled his hand into a fist again, but this time for another purpose. He slammed it on his palm once to signify rock-paper-scissors.
The two mafia members slammed their hands thrice. Leaf had paper while Bone had rock. Bone cursed as he went up the stairs to investigate. Chin's laughing became louder and louder as Bone got closer to his room.
Bone reached for the gold-encrusted doorknob and turned it. He opened the door slightly to not recreate history. All he found was Joe Chin's chair turned away from the doorway as usual. Bone couldn't decide if another lady of the evening was present in the room or not. He decided not to take the chance and almost closed the door.
"Oh, this is just precious!" he heard Chin say. Bone entered the room.
"What's precious, sir?" Bone said, covering his eyes. He opened them slowly to find Chin laid back in his chair, a 40 ounce bottle of beer on his desk, and the TV on.
"Ah, Bone, I'll tell you what is precious! Parappa is going to prison! He's getting the death sentence! He's separated from his one true love, and he'll need a firm grip on the soap..." Joe Chin laughed with sick pleasure once again, showing his inebriation. "I will have completely destroyed him physically and mentally! I am a genius! And it's all thanks to you guys!" He had trouble keeping his balance on the chair, but he kept it. "I love you guys, Bone. I realized I couldn't have done this without your help. You guys are getting a raise effective immediately!"
Bone then said, "Ah, sir, I think you have had a bit too much to drink today..."
"Nonsense! I want to show my appreciation for my workers!" Chin replied.
Bone quickly searched his pockets for something. With the new raise, he wanted to make sure that he got the advancement later. He took out a voice recorder, pressed record and asked, "What is it that you are giving your members?"
Chin happily repeated, "All workers are gonna get a twenty percent increase by tomorrow!"
"And what is today's date?" Bone asked, grinning.
"It's October 24, why do you ask?" Chin asked.
"No reason..." Bone answered, feeling smart for the first time in a while.
. . .
"Ugh, where am I?" Parappa said, rubbing the back of his head. He felt a scar there. He was sleeping on a bed, thankfully, but this wasn't a bed he'd every slept in before. The place seemed so strange since he just woke up and everything was blurry. He found gray walls a sink, a toilet, and a series of iron bars separating him from the outside world. He found himself in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, wearing an orange jumpsuit.
At the realization that he was in jail, Parappa dashed toward the iron bars. "What? WHAT?! NOOO!" he belted. He tried moving the bars to no avail. He was an official jailbird now.
"I don't understand, why am I in jail? I don't even deserve this! Even the readers know I don't deserve this! Why am I stuck here?" the rapdog verbally acknowledged.
"Everyone here has a purpose for it. Whether they be guilty or innocent is left to the decision of the jury. Only then will they be judged with justice," the man in the top bunk said. The man's voice was familiar, almost as if he heard it in three consecutive games...
"Chop Chop Master Onion?" the dog said, noticing his cellmate's figure and face. Only a select few people in Parappa Town would possess these certain characteristics.
The onion-headed man exited his in-bed meditation and climbed down. "Parappa! Long time no rap! What are you in for?"
"I was accused of murder, what about you?"
"Ah, I was accused of sexual assault...Guess my 'Romantic Karate' gave some people the wrong idea, eh?" Chop Chop joked.
"I love that show, too bad they cancelled it. Did the mafia get you in here as well?"
"Mafia? I am not aware of one. But it would make sense, since it all happened so quickly and without explanation. I was arrested two months ago, and it doesn't seem like I'll be getting out anytime soon. But since we are cellmates, I might as well show you the ropes of Parappa Town Federal Prison," Chop Chop said. He clapped his hands once to play a dreary, dark rap tune. Parappa then found a U-Rappin' meter on his bottom right. How am I going to get through a life behind bars? Yeah, I know! I gotta believe! Parappa thought.
Immediately, Chop Chop Master Onion and Parappa were dancing simultaneously, both of them knowing what the other person would do. Parappa saw Lesson 1 in front of him. Chop Chop began:
Kick, punch, you've seen me before,
Now it's apparent we must settle the score,
Not exactly with each other, but with the local maf',
I'm surprised that nobody has told them off!
Let me tell you about life behind bars!
Parappa decided to freestyle this time:
Much different from the life of fans and fast cars!
Chop Chop looked at Parappa with an eyebrow raised in impression.
Getting out of here seems really hard,
The mafia is trying to turn my life into shards!
Wake up in the morning, feeling like you'll die,
Just a few hours ago, I put my hands to the sky!
And think, "I was imprisoned from one huge lie,"
I'm pretty sure that my fish is fried,
One minute you're just working in the rat race,
The next, someone's taking mugshot pictures of your face,
You didn't go Sandusky, you didn't go John Wilkes Boothe,
And we wonder if the public will ever hear the truth!
Parappa saw Lesson 2. The U-Rappin' Meter was flashing at Cool.
What does the Charlatan think this is, some sort of game?!
Well, we were in three of them, that's how we got this fame,
While he's over there, sex trafficking, and selling crack!
It's about time that we both got our lives back!
But next is the showers, and soap, don't drop it,
Or my overall stress will suddenly skyrocket,
Lucky for us, we didn't have any bad reports yet,
But a mafia member is waiting for me, I'd bet!
Wait there was a purpose for us doing this rhyme,
I sure hope that I wasn't wasting any time!
If you have a genie, better save that third wish,
Once you have that third dish, you'll sleep with the dirt fish!
Parappa saw Lesson 3 as he asked, "Huh?"
If you can choke down the food, there's the gym,
If it's a chance to escape, I'll go out on a limb!
Just hope none of the guys get their hands on some mace,
All I want now is Sunny and return to the rat race-
Parappa heard a bad record scratch that played when he made a bad rhyme. He didn't think it was that bad. Was it?
Chop Chop looked at him with eyes of "Did you really just say that?" He continued, not breaking rhythm of his next line:
Otherwise, you'll face hijinks you'll find rude,
Maybe these guys need to fix their attitude-
All of a sudden, Parappa found himself in an electrocution chair, tied up and no way to escape. He looked to find if there was an executioner. All he found was Chop Chop squatting in the style you'd see if the U-Rappin' Meter was at Bad. Sure enough, he was rapping badly, according to the meter. The background music also changed, as Parappa heard the fart-like noise that continued playing on Bad Mode.
The only thing to wait for is the next court hearing,
A death by a thousand watts is something I'm fearing!
Now we have found ourselves in the last steps,
If you get out, you'll be relieved of your stress,
To return to your home, your lover, your craft,
But heed my words in this lesson of last,
A gong sounded in the same style of his songs in Parappa 1 and Um Jammer Lammy, playing before Chop Chop began again. Parappa saw Lesson 4, the U-Rappin' Meter was flashing at Good.
All right, when your time is eventually up,
Got to show my friends and the jury some love-
The U-Rappin' Meter was finally back at Good. The electric chair dissolved into the ground and the two jailbirds were dancing synchronized again.
But getting out of here is only half the battle,
Got to find out who got my homecats "berattled,"
You'll need girl and guy soldiers to defeat the high roller,
The search will be bipolar, what with forty-five holders,
The song then went to Cool mode, as Parappa pulled off wicked rhymes and even an internal rhyme. The cell door opened by itself, with nobody inserting a key inside the lock. The walls directly in front of him collapsed, exposing a way out of the jail. The song was 95 percent done, and while Parappa just wanted a way out of here, he decided to finish the song for you, the readers. So, he busted four lines:
I wanted to finish this song for you readers,
I have no idea if the maf' has one or two leaders,
It's a good thing Matt is one of the tool dealers,
When everything's done, we'll need more than a few healers!
Parappa heard the applause that came from out of nowhere, this time being more enthusiastic than the last time rapping with Peavis Knight. Chop Chop looked at him to say, "Parappa, your freestyling skills have greatly improved since the second game! Just remember my words, and you'll be fine. Keep on the grind, cause it's all in the mind."
OH, and about the open passageway that occurred when Parappa made it to Cool Mode? It closed as soon as the song ended.
A beagle prison guard listened to the entire thing, and he threw a beer bottle at the cell door, the glass shattering on contact with one of the iron bars.
"Shut up you two, or else I'll put you BOTH in the hole!" he said. Parappa made sure to sweep all the glass in his cell and moved it to a vacant corner.
"So, when is breakfast?" Parappa asked.