The infamous road so far:
Chapter One:
"Are you ready, PJ?"
"I 'believe' that I am. Let's give them a show."
. . .
"What did the little punk say about me, Gaster?"
"Oh, he said something along the lines of you being a puffed up mama's boy, that you never worked hard in your life, and that you were a tryhard. Need I say more?"
"Hollow Bone! Chief Leaf! I want to know where he lives, I want to know where he sleeps-"
"Pause."
"Shut up, you! You know the drill! By the end of tomorrow, you make sure he's deep-sixed, or else."
"Or else, what?"
"It doesn't matter! You're the one getting paid to stalk, not paid to talk!"
"Pause again."
. . .
"Turn to the left, you idiot!" Leaf yelled, as the gangsters' car swerved in all directions. Bone forgot which was was left and kept going straight.
"You fool! Never am I going to let you drive again! Okay, turn left at the next intersection!"
"Uh, which way is left again?" Bone said.
"Parappa, look to the left!" Katy yelled.
"Do a barrel roll!" Parappa heard from the radio while in flight.
"Where the heck did you learn to drive!?"
Chapter Two:
"The price isn't going to be cheap. I'd try suing the guys who crashed into you for the money you will need."
"Do you have any lawyers?"
"We're one step ahead of you. My dad called the lawyer who helped him in a court-martial case."
"Peavis Knight, prosecutor."
I try my hardest to win a case, whether it's to get money or save face...
"We find the defendants guilty of reckless and drunk driving!"
Chapter 3:
"Did you remember to put that thing in?"
"Yes I did. Now all they have to do is open it and kaboom."
"Bad news guys, all the money is counterfeited!"
"You know me. I know you. We're watching you. We're watching you. We will find you and kill you. If you know what's good for you and your friends, you will be run out of town."
"Okay Bone, it's showtime."
. . .
Oh, no! I gotta go fast! Parappa thought as he climbed the staircase. Three gunshots were fired. He didn't even know who was killed, but he didn't care. He needed to stop the shooter as soon as possible.
Parappa quickly grabbed the gun and pointed it to the car's ceiling. As he predicted, the shot rang out. He then yanked it out of the driver's hand and opened the car door. He jumped out and shot the driver in the head. After barrel rolling on the hard cement, he witnessed the truck speeding towards the mansion and colliding into it. A large gaping hole was on the side of the mansion.
Chapter 4:
"I know someone who always has a bad situation, it seems like. He almost never could see an ending to the situation until he's almost there. He may not know why things happen, but you know how he gets through life?" Sunny asked, making a walking motion with her fingers on the center of Parappa's chest.
"How?" Parappa said, knowing the answer already, but wanted to let her speak.
"He says, 'I gotta believe!' And that's what you should do, sweetheart. She'll be fine. Now," Sunny peaked outside of the curtain to see the legions of townspeople there, "let's show these people what we do."
Grateful for the words of comfort, Parappa leaned in and puckered his lips. Sunny did the same. The two closed their eyes as they kissed for a hot second.
. . .
The businessman turned into catsup as he was lifted higher in the air. Parappa looked at Sunny and they nodded at each other. The dog folded his hands and knelt down. Sunny got in front of him and put her feet in Parappa's hands. The dog lifted her up in the air. In her flight, Sunny turned 180 degrees vertically, her feet facing Harvey's body. She landed a kick on Harvey's chin, further causing him damage.
A millisecond after Sunny landed, Harvey landed hard on the ground. There was no way he would get back up anytime soon. Parappa was breathing hard from the headlock earlier. But, as soon as Sunny gave the okay sign with her hand, Parappa heard another voice.
"WorldStar!"
The couple climbed onto the queen-sized bed...
Chapter Five:
"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, GET ON THE GROUND NOW!"
"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.
. . .
"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."
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!
Chapter 6
"Hello, Papa Parappa speaking."
"Hey, Dad, how's it going?"
"Hello, Parappa! Haven't talked to you in a long time! How has the business been?"
"It's been going great, Dad. Thanks for asking. Listen, I, uh, need to tell you about something that happened..."
"What happened, Parappa?"
"I was recently arrested and now I am in the phone room of Parappa Town Federal Prison. I was arrested for murder accusations because of something that happened two nights ago."
. . .
"Hello, sir or ma'am, you have reached the number of Mr. Peavis Knight, attorney at law. You've reached the only prosecutor and defense attorney in Rodney County, and you made a great choice in choosing yours truly. Unfortunately, I am unable to reach you at the moment, but please leave a message, and I will try to reach you ASAP,"
. . .
"The day after that, a whole group of guys from the gang came to our house and started shooting up everything. What else would we have done, but defend ourselves? We defended our home and families in the only way we could. We had to finish all of the guys there. Of course, there's never a cop when we need one, so right after the 'Parappa Town Massacre,' as the cops called it, they caught all of us, and now we're here."
. . .
"From patron saint to penitentiary servant, Parappa the Rapper is now facing jail time for murder accusations after a recent gala concert celebrating his acts of heroism. If you remember from two days ago, the rapdog was known for his attempts to stop a local bank robbery inside Rodney County Bank..."
. . .
Hello?
Yeah, Mr. Knight? We need your help!
Okay, who is this?
As soon as Ma-San tried to reply, she heard a loud banging sound and then the call ended.
. . .
"My name is Vick Northrup, and I need to talk to you on something."
"You're getting all worked up for a crime I didn't commit. I haven't murdered anyone."
"Bull crap you haven't. You were caught on tape. Everyone in the world can see you pulling out that .44 revolver and killing the businesscat right after you and your girlfriend assaulted them. What was your motive?"
"There was no 'despicable motive' that you would have other people believe. If you would let me explain and not make a one-man soap opera of this interrogation, I think you'll get the answers you'll need. Only problem is, I have a feeling it's not about getting real answers that will help establish real justice here, but really about getting me to admit something, recording this present conversation on tape, and altering the order of my statements so that it would seem like I-"
. . .
"This is unreal...Wait, WHAT?! EVERYTHING I'M SAYING IS ON THIS FANFICTION! IT'S ALMOST AS IF..." Ma-San began.
"...We are being controlled by someone in another dimension...Discovering this phenomena on the Internet could change the course of history forever, and we could be rich and bail out Parappa for good...But forget about that, we need to find out about Kyle's number!"
It was a big day for them tomorrow, and the anticipation was a mixture of an eternal alarm clock and an incessant rooster that night.
Chapter Seven:
You know who it is, it's your brother Bryce-G
About to slap up Parappa by rapping not so nicely...
. . .
"Whoa! Sunny, how'd you just become Lara Croft like that?" Ma-San praised.
"Yeah, Sunny, have you been living a double life?" PJ joked.
. . .
"Still thinking about him?"
Sunny held Katy's wrist. "How could I not? Here we are camping in your dad's backyard, on hard ground, somewhat embarrassed because someone's seeing me in nightclothes, and yet, what makes it worth it is the possibility of saving Parappa and holding him tight again...Sorry about that, but yeah, he's plaguing my mind...When he's not in jail and he's here with me, I don't think about him this much, even when we are cuddling and we are in each other's faces...I can't explain it."
"Well, I think that what we're doing is right to a degree. We know that something is up with the police. If the police were actually doing what they were supposed to, I highly doubt that they'd arrest Parappa and automatically convict him for murder. They know that. But, the world seems to be getting more corrupt with every new day. They say that violence never solved anything, but here, right now, it seems like the only suitable answer to get Parappa out is to break him out. I never thought it would come to this either."
Katy and Sunny stared at each other, not knowing what the other one was thinking. Sunny realized what she was doing and called out, "Author, I know you're not trying to make a yuri scene!"
"What are you talking about-Oh, yeah, the author of the world we're living in," Katy remembered. "If it makes the burden easier to carry, just blame the author for this mess. He's the one controlling everything here."
. . .
"EVERYBODY OUT OF THEIR TENTS NOW!"
"YOU THINK I'M MESSING AROUND HERE, PUNKS?! EVERYBODY OUT!"
Just focus on surviving...
"I know you've been training with that snitch-made Geoffrey Kat to try to help break out freaking Parappa. It's not going to work! You've made the wrong mistake in trying to cross the plot of the Charlatan! You thought we were just going to let him disconnect the wire and not do anything about it? Negro please! And just for that, he's dead! Dirtnapped, done for, doornailed! So now, since we're still allowing you to draw breath from this earth, you will either work with us, or get murked by us. What'll it be, squirts?!"
"You can Charlatan my tail. If you expect mercy for committing murder on my dad, you've got another thing coming," Katy fiercely replied. She shoved it on his forehead and pulled the trigger.
. . .
Here it was. The moment of truth. Judgment day. It would either be his hour of liberation or his hour of requiem.
Chapter 8:
"Thank you, Mrs. Livington. Now, another point I'd like to make is that Parappa has had a terrible history growing up. In his official dossier, we find out that until he was around eight and a half, he has been living in the north side of Parappa Town, and any seasoned citizen of the city knows that that's a very poor part of town, what with cracked cement, gangs running through the streets, prostitutes prancing in the parkways, it's a mess! It has been told that Parappa learned a couple things about guns and shooting them whilst living there. Now, we wouldn't even have to worry about this pugnacious pooch if he just stayed in the horrid part of town like he needed to! I never thought that North Parappa Town would cause any bad influence inside central Parappa Town. But, it appears that I was mistaken. Now, I ask of you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, to make the decision that you feel is right for our society." Kyle paused for effect for his next words. "Please, good citizens, think of the children!"
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" Judge Dolner said unenthusiastically.
"We have, Your Honor, and we find Parappa's sorry behind guilty of all charges!"
. . .
Shoes stained with blood and heart hurting, Parappa nearly sobbed for his imminent demise. He had reached his end. Usually, in bad situations, he could turn his attitude around with the common three word phrase. But, his attitude really couldn't be changed now. He was sitting in a bloodstained chair, about to be shot with three bullets, most likely to the head. Only one thing could come to mind. He let his head hang and started to sing a familiar song, his voice trembling with sadness and grief instead of happiness and enthusiasm when it was originally performed.
What you gonna do, when they come? I gotta redeem...
What you gonna do, when they come? I gotta relieve...
What you gonna do, when they come? I gotta receive...
You gotta do what? You gotta do what?
"Ready! AIM! FIRE!" Northrup announced.
Parappa closed his eyes as he finished: I gotta believe!
Three gunshots were heard, and then there was the sound of a body hitting the floor. To Parappa, it was all dark, except for one bright light in front of him. He gradually approached the white light in front of him.
NOW
When Parappa finally reached the light, he heard a familiar voice. "Well, we got here in the nick of time."
"That is an understatement. I seriously thought I died there, Scott. I owe you guys a bunch. Anyway, let's get cracking on this operation."
Scott and company finally made it to the execution room and shot the executioners. The crew had pistols they stole from knocked-out cops. Parappa took one of the assault rifles and a flashlight from one executioner and checked to see if the magazine was fully loaded. Since it was, he took it.
The entire group went outside the execution room, flashlights and guns at hand. They were walking down a hallway that led to the main lobby. As they were traveling, Parappa inquired, "Uh, how do we know which people are good cops and bad cops?"
To which Scott replied, "Homie, there are no good cops here anymore. The Charlatan has taken over the entire jail, and they have over half of the police department on lockdown. The guys you see in the blue uniforms are amazing actors, and they know their stuff when it comes to actual laws. They will enforce most of the laws so that nobody raises suspicions, but if their mafia works wonders, they turn a blind eye. The cops are still being paid the same amount of money they do every month, but that's just the mafia making transactions to the entire police force. Most, if not all the guys working here, are trained killers. But, just so we really don't have a mess on our hands, we're going stealthy, quick, and non-lethal."
"Okay. But, what if an actual bad criminal escapes prison with us? Then what?"
"Simple. We make sure that nobody is following us-stop!" Scott ceased his movement and lifted his balled-up fist to signal the others to stop. He stopped at a corner, noticing a guard with flashlights. A beam of light flashed on the back wall behind them. The beam was getting smaller and smaller, showing that somebody was getting closer with them, and they had a flashlight on them. Sergio knew what he had to do and got closer to the corner. He turned off his flashlight and relied on his night vision for a stealth attack. Everybody else turned off their flashlights too.
The other guard turned off their flashlight as well. Sergio could sense somebody approaching him and waited for the opportune moment to strike. He jumped out of cover to face the attacker, only to be run over by the guard. The guard was on top of Sergio, trying to choke him. Sergio put his arms up in an attempt to defend himself with futility.
Parappa quickly moved away from the wall to defend his partner in crime. When he moved closer to the two combatants, he noticed a familiar scent about who he thought was a prison guard. Regardless, he pushed the offender off of Sergio, him landing on top of her. Then, her scent then became clear to Parappa. It was another feline, somebody he had known for ten years.
"Katy?" The feline below him recognized his voice.
"Parappa?"
"What the heck are you doing here?"
"Trying to save you! Thank heaven you're all right!"
Parappa got off of her and said to the crew, "It's cool guys. She's helping us out, apparently, and hopefully, not alone?"
Katy stood up to explain. "No, everybody in the group is helping: Lammy, Ma-San, PJ and Sunny. Even my dad is helping us out."
"Okay, you can explain to us later. We have a plan too, and there's no time to waste. Everybody, we need to split up. Scott, your crew will be separated from my crew. We'll all go to the intended entrance. I'll try to find my crew and get out of here. Hopefully there are two cars to use for us."
"Right!" Scott's crew said. Abruptly, the lights came back on, exposing the entire gang and showing Katy in all black, with cargo pants carrying pistols and extra ammunition. Everyone yelled, "CRAP!" as they split up. Scott's crew went into an east wing hallway. Katy and Parappa took their weapons and went south.
"Where is everyone, do you know?" Parappa inquired, running fast.
"Well, since they all split up, it beats me. They studied schematics of this place, so maybe, they're going to the execution rooms. And if that's the case, then I hope that they get there before anybody else does. I have them on radio, so I can talk to them in case I need assistance."
Just then, an alarm sounded throughout the entire prison. Vick Northrup's now raspy voice sounded over the P.A.: "Attention all units-*cough*-Parappa the Rapper and some accomplices have circumvented the execution rooms and are roaming the prison right now! *cough* Look for a basketball-headed prisoner and Parappa, and shoot anyone with these two! *cough* Do NOT let these people escape alive!" Then, a series of coughs commenced over the intercom. I thought that he was dead. Now he's probably coughing up blood, Parappa thought.
"Attention, everyone, Parappa is safe and with me. All of us go to the main lobby. Take your safeties off and shoot to kill," Katy said over her walkie-talkie. It was a police-style walkie-talkie given to the gang courtesy of Officer Kat. Parappa smiled as he knew he had his back covered.
Katy led him to the main lobby entrance. They turned left twice while going through the halls until they came across their first conflict. As soon as they turned left again, they found a squirrel in a police uniform. Parappa initially was hesitant to combat him, but he remembered Scott's words: Homie, there are no good cops here anymore. As soon as the squirrel pulled out a Glock, Parappa fired three shots with his assault rifle. Two shots hit the mobster's bullet-proof vest, while one hit his jugular. As soon as the rodent collapsed, the rapdog commented, "Kill confirmed."
The duo advanced forward and continued moving towards the main lobby. They were a few halls away from their desired destination when they heard sounds of conflict inside a room. They stopped to investigate it. Parappa could sense PJ's scent inside. So, they opted to aid him. They put their backs against the wall near the doorway.
"On the count of three," Parappa mouthed. Katy nodded. The rapdog counted with his fingers. One, two-
CRACK!
A turtle was thrown against the door, shattering the wooden entrance. He landed on the ground unconscious. PJ soon emerged, dressed in the same style as Katy was.
"What, uh, happened here?" Parappa asked, noticing the bloodied and bruised mobster on the floor.
"Sucker tried to disarm-look out!" PJ said, before raising his gun and aiming between the two. He fired at the direction of a human mobster about to sneak up on Katy and Parappa. The shot landed right between his eyes. Katy and Parappa looked back to witness this.
"Nice shot," Katy said. Then, the three musicians moved closer to the lobby.
They were near a staircase that descended into their destination. Before they could regularly go down, they all noticed three desks turned to their sides, giving three more mobsters cover. All three of them were humans, with faces of a sick malice and bloodlust. This situation reminded Parappa of the incident inside the bank, where he had armed enemies against him and he was on a staircase. By instinct, he jumped on the railing beside the staircase. Katy and PJ did the same.
As they slid down, they shot down the mobsters behind cover. Katy emptied her clip on a mobster with a shotgun beside the railing. When they reached the bottom of the railing, they investigated the main lobby for any other enemies. No other people were present. They got close to the main lobby door and turned their backs to it. They watched for people coming down the staircase that gave them chase. Nobody else did.
When they found that it was all clear, surprisingly, Katy radioed the rest of the gang. "Parappa, PJ and I are at the lobby. Where are you guys?"
Just then, an enormous black police van appeared outside of the prison. It held the rest of the gang, with Sunny driving and Lammy and Ma-San sitting in the passenger seat, Ma-San sitting on Lammy's lap. The window rolled down to show Sunny exhibiting a frantic expression. "Get in, guys!"
As if Sunny's command wasn't enough, more mobsters were coming down the staircase, firing their Glocks at the three musicians. They all exited the prison and quickly got into the car, dodging the numerous bullets coming their way. As soon as the last person went in, Parappa commanded, "Step on it!" The tires squealed as Sunny slammed on the acceleration.
The squad car sped through the white front gates of the facility, crushing it. Then, Sunny turned right and entered the highway. For a while, they thought that they were home free. Nobody was chasing them. Nothing seemed suspicious in the highway except a huge squad car moving through it, but nobody would question that. The police were just fulfilling their obligation to protect and serve society, right?
"Well, we've all made it! I had no idea that you guys made such an elaborate plan to get me out of jail. I can't thank you enough for this," Parappa appreciated.
"What else are friends for?" everybody else said.
"But, how exactly did you learn how to use guns with such precision, or remain stealthy in critical times, or even suddenly become action heroes?" Parappa inquired.
"Don't you remember? My dad is helping us out. He gave us training we needed to survive this stuff," Katy responded.
"Okay, so where is he now?"
"He needed to go to the Charlatan's house to make schematics super early for our next plan. After busting you out, we need to stop the mafia's regime. Since my dad is still technically working for the mafia, he still has access to his house, which makes things perfect for us."
"That's just perfect! So where are we-OH CRAP!" Parappa exclaimed, before seeing an explosion appear right in front of the car, the source seeming to be from up above. Sunny was quick on the wheel and swerved to the left and went back into her original lane.
Above the squad car was an assault helicopter from the local S.W.A.T. team, giving chase to the speeding vehicle. It was ready to launch more missiles at the gang, despite the presence of civilians on the highway.
Three more missiles have been launched at the car, causing Sunny to moved left and right, dodging missiles like raindrops. At this time, Sunny was slowly massacring the stereotype that women couldn't drive. If that was the case, their bodies would have been cooked in a violent inferno.
Parappa's mind accelerated in the same pace as the squad car was. He had no idea if the actual S.W.A.T. team was affected by the mafia or not. If it really wasn't, wouldn't it be illegal to kill them? But, after all he and the rest of the group has been through, he then decided that legality didn't matter too much anymore.
Sunny dodged another explosion when Parappa finally took action. He opened the sun roof on the car and took out his assault rifle. Still possessing the majority of his bullets, he opened fire on the helicopter. Three shots were expelled before the helicopter fired its machine guns at the squad car, aimed specifically for Parappa. The rapdog hid inside the car until the firing stopped. Being in the middle of the night, it was difficult to get a good aim at anything. Luckily, the helicopter had searchlights placed on it, making it easier for Parappa to see his sights.
Parappa popped up from the sun roof and attempted to assault the vehicle again. He aimed for the front window and opened fire on the helicopter. After ten shots, the pilot was incapacitated by a few shots to the chest and one to the head. Parappa saw the helicopter swerve out of control in mid-air. His job was done, so he closed the sun roof and went back inside the car.
A bridge appeared ahead of the squad car. Sunny continued to speed on the highway and go under the bridge. She and the rest of the gang stayed safe, while the helicopter kept swerving and collided into the overhead bridge, causing a colossal combustion of cars and concrete. A large portion of the bridge collapsed, making it rain concrete.
The gang didn't know it at the time, but a large group of police cars manned by mafia members were just catching up to the helicopter. As the heli crashed, they all crashed into the concrete. They hadn't even seen it coming.
Parappa and company were casually cruising now at the news that the heli was disabled. Parappa was high-fiving everybody on board.
"Dude, you got some moxie I never thought you had!" Ma-San commended.
"Yeah, I think we all owe you one, Parappa!" PJ added.
"What, just for taking out the heli? And, if you think about it, I think we're all even now, since you helped me get out of prison, and I helped you guys survived. It was one for one. So, guys, where do we go next?" Parappa asked.
"Well, we can't exactly go back to your house, Parappa. People will know that you broke out with more than a few accomplices, a lot of which we have no affiliation with. So, since my dad lives in the middle of nowhere, we should be safe there for a few weeks," Katy replied. Everything seemed fine with that, except...
"Wait, where is Pinto?"
"She has since stayed with your father when your incarceration happened. She's safe," Sunny answered. Parappa breathed a sigh of relief as he laid back in his black leather seat. Ever since he first met these guys, he knew that it was quite a good choice to befriend these people. He couldn't think of anyone else in Parappa Town that would have the audacity to get him out of prison after being sentenced with the death penalty.
. . .
The crew eventually made it to Geoffrey Kat's residence. It was crucial to put the squad car in a garage where nobody could see it, even if the residence was in the countryside. Everybody got out of the squad car and dressed down from breaking-Parappa-out-of-prison clothes to more casual clothes. Everybody had brought in a fraction of their attire from home and brought them here, as they chose to make Geoffrey's house their headquarters and safe house. Adjustments had been made so that nothing that took place in the house could be traced by anybody.
Parappa and Sunny's room was originally the bedroom of Katy's parents before they divorced a long time ago. They still had a queen-sized bed in the bedroom, so it was optimal for the two lovers. Nobody, however, was in the room for a long time to know about something important.
The rapdog walked toward his new room and entered. As soon as he turned on the lights, he found a corpse on the bed that looked vaguely familiar. It was the body of a blue cat, male, Parappa presumed, in a wifebeater and jeans. The white shirt was blanketed by blood and bullet wounds. Parappa had already heard his name and knew he had familial relations to one of his friends, but he couldn't quite figure it out. Regardless, his heart was pumping in anxiety.
The corpse held a bloodstained note in its hand on its chest. Careful to avoid the bloody spots, Parappa picked it up to read it.
You may have won this battle, but the war still rages on,
Geoffrey Kat was quite an asset for you, now he's gone,
This isn't even close to how we will treat you-His reading was interrupted by someone finishing the poem.
"We will kill your friends in front of you, and a long and painful death will meet you." Parappa then heard a revolver click to his right. Out of the closet came one person who Parappa expected the least to be alive.
"Vick Northrup. So you survived," Parappa said in a 'good-natured' scornful voice.
"Too bad the same won't be said about you," Northrup responded.