I do not own any of the characters except for Arabella.
~Arabella's POV~
"What the heck was that?!" Rudy exclaimed as Kung Fu Lightning began blasting from a speaker above him.
"Kung fu lightning." Jack asked, walking into the dojo with me and Jerry.
"Greatest band of all time." Jerry added.
"Yeah. We were listening to their new album on your stereo." I told Rudy, "Sorry."
"Well, get it out of there and put my meditation cd back in." Rudy ordered as me and Jack migrated to the lockers. Jerry nodded, walking away to change the CD.
"Isn't kung fu lightning doing a concert here in Seaford?" Milton asked.
"Oh, yes, they are." Jerry confirmed, "And we're gonna stand in line for as long as it takes to get tickets." Jack tossed him a sleeping bag as Jack and I migrated back towards Jerry with camping gear. We're in for the night so we can get tickets for the concert.
"My mom won't let me go to concerts unless the characters are in big padded suits and on ice skates." Eddie spoke proudly.
"All right, we'll see you guys later." Jerry told the gang as me, him and Jack hurry to get in line for the tickets.
Don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball, run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much, I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you.
Here we go, let's start the party, chop it up like it's karate.
everybody, don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball, run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you.
Jack, Jerry and I were sitting in our beach stairs and sleeping bags, waiting to get the tickets for Kung Fu Lightning. Jack and Jerry are arguing who was the bigger kung fu lightning fan. I decided not the join in, because it's stupid.
I was laying my head in Jack's shoulder and was holding his hand as he was rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand. "Dude, I am a way bigger kung fu lightning fan than you." Jack argued. "Oh. You see this? Izzy gunnar's guitar pick." Jack showed us the yellow guitar pick. "I bought it online."
"Man, that's nothing." Jerry scoffed, "You remember when he missed that concert because he had to get his appendix out?"
"Mm-hmm." Jack and I hummed.
"Is that Izzy's appendix?" Jack asked as Jerry lifted up a thing that's looked like beef jerky.
"You're not the only one who shops online." Jerry nodded. We all scooted down the line with our chairs and sleeping bags. Rudy came up the line with Tootie making look at him in confusion.
"Rudy, what are you doing with Tootsie?" I asked him.
"I'm goat-sitting her for Phil while he's out of town for the week." Rudy answered, taking off his sunglasses. "Chicks dig a guy with a goat."
"Ok, why with a goat?" I asked.
"You should see the women down at the park melt when tootsie and I share a seesaw." Rudy countered, "Gotta go." He walked away with Tootie, and putting his sunglasses back on.
"Dude, we've been in this line for, like, 19 hours.
I gotta go find a bathroom." Jack said.
"Yeah, me too, the lemonade I drunk went to my blunder." I said standing up with Jack to find a bathroom. It didn't take a minute to come back, Jack and I came back at the same time, where we see Jerry looked lost and confused.
"498, 499, 500. That's it, everyone. This guy's getting the last ticket." An employee said, stopping right in front of us.
"Jerry, what happened?!" I asked in anger, "What did you do!"
"Well-- well, I said she could scooch, then they all scooched. And then everyone was scooching!" Jerry explained.
"Let's go, you." I said grabbing his ear and dragging him away.
"Aah!"
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I was watching Jack working on his bokken, when Jerry came sprinting in. "Dude! Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude. We've got tickets." Jerry shouted as he ran inside of the dojo with a box.
"What?! How!" I asked excitedly.
"Whoa, whoa.You got tickets?" Jack repeated.
"Absolutely." Jerry said confidently.
"So what do we what to do." I asked him.
"All we have to do is win the radio station contest. They're about to call one lucky winner." Jerry said.
"Jerry, a radio contest? Do you know what the chances are that we'll be the one person they call?" I asked. Jerry silently answered and pour out the box from earlier and it had phones inside of the box.
"Pretty good. I borrowed all my cousins' phones and submitted the numbers." He gestured to the phones.
"All right, kids. Set your phone from vibrate to celebrate. We're giving away three kung fu lightning tickets." The radio announced as Jack and I looked at Jerry 'this is not going to work' look, then one of the phones started to ring.
"Dude, I can't believe it. They're calling us. Answer it." Jack exclaimed.
"Okay." Jerry nodded, driving for the phones, picking up different ones, "Woo! Hello? Hello?"
"Which one is it?" I asked hurriedly, looking through the many phones.
"Hello?" Jerry answered.
"Hello?" The radio spoke.
"Oh, sorry, can't talk. Looking for a phone." Jerry hurriedly spoke, handing up.
"Jerry!" Jack and I yelled.
"Oh, looks like they didn't want those tickets." The radio person said, "All right, kids--" Jack turned off the radio.
"I don't believe it, man. We had the tickets." Jack pointed out.
"Oh, I see where this is going." Jerry said.
"Oh, do ya!" I asked sarcastically and annoyed.
"Somehow you're gonna find a way to make this Jerry's fault." Jerry responded.
My eye was twitching out of anger, "Jerry, I will hurt you! This is all your fault!?" I lunged at him.
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"Jeez. You guys are really making a go of it." Jack said as we were walking in Falafel Phil's which were being run by Rudy, Milton and Eddie, while Phil was gone for the week. I looked around and the restaurant to find us an empty table and I saw Izzy Gunnar. "How'd you get all these people in here?"
"Well, once Milton changed the -year-old oil in the fryer, the food started tasting like, you know, food!" Eddie replied. Jack and Jerry sat down at a table as I was hitting both boys shoulders and chests.
"Izzy Gunnar is sitting right over there," I told them, pointing at Izzy who was sitting alone in a booth
"Are you kidding?" Jerry asked.
"I'm gonna go up to him and tell him that his three biggest fans don't have tickets," I decided. I walked up to Izzy carefully, not wanting to scare him. "Um hi, Mr. Izzy Gunnar sir. Can I call you Izzy? Anyway, I'm- we're your biggest fans, but we weren't able to get tickets. I'm Arabella López by the way. But everyone calls me Bella." I looked at the other boys, gesturing them over. "Jack, Jerry, come on, guys! I don't think he bites."
"Uh...Me...Jerry. You...Music...Good," Jerry stuttered. 'The strumming. The sing, sing-'
"and I think that's enough,." I cut him off. "We really are your biggest fans." I promised.
"I'm Jack, this is my friend Jerry. He's a little bit of a freak." Jack intervened.
"Oh good, we'll get along fine, then." Izzy smiled. "I'm King of the Freaks. Check this out. I'm wearing a bowling shoe and a roller skate. But the strange thing is, when I left the hotel, I was wearing slippers."
"Im going to ask that you probably got mob by fans." I guessed.
"Hold on, spitball opportunity," Izzy said, spitting a spitball at Rudy.
"Oh, wow. I like him even more in person," I said excitedly.
"I love messing with that little weasel!" Izzy laughed giving me a high five. "So, what can I do for you mates?"
"Like I was rambling earlier. We're your biggest fans, but we, unfortunately, weren't able to get tickets to your concert," I answered, sliding into the booth in front of Izzy. "So can we have tickets to your show?"
"Absolutely not! Lot of nerve you've got asking me tickets! I give you tickets, I've gotta give everyone tickets! Then where does it end?" Izzy exploded.
"Ok. I'm sorry, guy. We're big fans. ' I told him as the boys remained silent.
"Oh, yeah. Well, in that case, of course you can have tickets. Here." He handed us a card. "Call my manager. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to either go skate or bowl." Izzy rolled and bowled out of Falafel Phil's.
"Like I said, I like this guy better in person," I laughed.
"Dude, look!" Jack pointed at a red phone. "It's his phone. Hey! Hey Izzy! You forgot your phone!"
We ran out of Falafel Phil's to give Izzy his phone back. Considering how he was walking, he probably didn't get too far. Once we found Izzy, he was being jumped by three guys. We fought the guys off, guarding Izzy if they rebounded. They ran away instead, much to our pleasure.
"Why do people in this town get always jump other people." I said conflicted.
"Do you have any idea why those guys attacked you?" Jack asked making me and Jerry look at Izzy expectantly.
"Yes I do. I know exactly why," Izzy nodded. "It's cause I'm beautiful. Those moves that you guys did were amazing! Are you like...superheroes?"
"No, we actually do karate at the-"
"Shh!" Izzy shushed, putting his finger on Jack's lips. "No, your secret's safe with me. Wham Man, Pow Boy, and Lady Bang. I can't believe it! I've got superheroes for body guards!"
"Excuse me?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah, can you say that one more time?" I agreed.
"Well, it's clear I need protection! You blokes and madam work for me now. You're gonna love my chauffeur. He's a wizard." Izzy whispered the last part.
"Do you have any idea what this means?" Jack asked.
"I'm too overwhelmed with happiness to right now." I said panting in excitement as I lean onto Jack, "I'm so excited, I'm calm, I'm good." I calmly said.
"We're the bodyguards of the biggest rockstar in the world!" Jack exclaimed after helping me recover. We all started dancing happily.
"Wam Man, Pow Boy, Lady Bang! Let's go!" Izzy interrupted our dancing session.
"Coming." we all spoke professionally.
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Izzy? You're here. How come you're late?" Lars asked as we entered the stage at the Civic Center.
"Oh, two blokes jumped me. These guys saved my life." Izzy pointed at us, as we excitedly, calmly waved. "Meet my new bodyguards, Jack, Bella and Jerry."
"Don't scream like a girl. Don't scream like a girl. Don't scream like a girl." Jerry chanted in repeat under his breath, I looked at him weird not for long Jack screamed like a girl.
"Sorry, man." Jack apologized.
Jerry walked over to the mic and screamed into it, "Rock and roll! Woo!"
"Really? These two kids took down a couple of thugs?" Lars asked
"Good. If you're his bodyguards, you're also his babysitters." Manager told us, " Here's his schedule." The manager hold Jack the schedule as me and Jerry read over his shoulder.
"All right, let's see what's on tap for today. We have a sound check."
"Woo!" Izzy screamed into the mic, "Right. Done. What's next?"
"A photoshoot. A radio interview. Approve jewelry."
"Let me see that." Izzy cut off Jack by grabbing the schedule, as he crumpled it and it behind him. "I've got a better idea."
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We were sky diving and I was strapped to Jack's chest. "This is awesome!" Jack yelled.
"This exciting, whoo!" I shouted in excitement.
"How do you know when it's time to pull the ripcord?" Jerry asked over the wind.
"Oh, good idea. I should probably do it now." Izzy answered, "Blimey! That can't be good!" I looked over to see Izzy ripped off the ripcord.
"We're gonna die!" Jerry screamed in panic.
"Jack, I screw to god, be careful with the ripcord! If you break it, I will killed and then killed you again!" I threatened.
"Don't worry! I got you!" Jack assured
"I got you! I got you!" I heard Izzy laughing.
"You're a demon!" Jerry screamed.
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We were back at the Civic Center, heading to Izzy's dressing rooms. "Oh, man. What a day." Jack laughed, "That skydiving was crazy!"
"You know, you could have planned out where we were gonna land." Jerry pointed out.
"I did. We were the hit of that rodeo." Izzy responded.
"Well, that's bull wasn't happy." I said.
"Did you see the look on the bull's face When Jerry landed on him?" Izzy asked, laughing.
"Oh, yeah, That's right, that's right." Jack nodded, also laughing.
"Yeah, I saw it." Jerry said sarcastically.
"There you are! Do you realize your show starts in five minutes?" Manager yelled as he walked in with Lars and his bodyguards. "Let's go, we gotta hurry." Izzy, begrudgingly, walked out of his dressing room.
"Oh, Belle, Jerry. Hey, let's go find out where Izzy wants us during the show." Jack suggested.
"You guys aren't going anywhere." Lars said who was still in the room, stopped us, "Playtime's over."
"What?" I said confused.
"You're not bodyguards, you're just 14-year-old punks looking to...hang around with a rock star.
Well, it's over. You're fired." Lars bluntly stated.
"You can't fire us." Jack scoffed.
"We work for Izzy, not his backup singer." I deadpanned.
"I'm not a backup." Lars insisted, "I'm the guy who started this band and the one who should be the lead singer. Get 'em out of here!" He ordered his bodyguards.
"Okay, three things. One, I'm not leaving this room." Jerry started, "Two, there is no way I'm giving up this swag jacket."
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"And three-- we're outside aren't we?" Jerry said realizing we were already outside.
"You think." I said sarcastically.
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We were pacing around outside for a little bit before Jerry spoke, "Man, this stinks. I told every girl I know, I was gonna have Izzy scream their name from stage."
"How could he do that?" I asked.
"Well, when Izzy screams, you can't understand a thing he's saying. Listen." Jerry said as mimics Izzy, "Was that Vicky, Kim, or Lori?"
"So maybe Lars is jealous of Izzy's success and wants it for himself." I explained.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." Jack said as our attention was turned to two familiar guys walked to the stage door. "Guys, look. Those are the same guys who jumped Izzy. Do you know what this means?" Lars greeted the guys and
"Yeah. They came to apologize." Jerry started.
"No, dummy. They're here to finish the job. And Lars just let them in. He's the one who hired them to hurt Izzy!" I said to him.
"We've gotta get inside." Jack told us.
"But how?" Jerry asked as two guys with a had a large box rolled by. We all smirked, nodding.
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We popped out of the box as Izzy was singing on stage. "Dude, we made it just in time! They're playing Surf the lightning!" Jerry shouted.
"Forget the song! We have to find the guys who attacked Izzy." Jack yelled back.
"Up there!" Jerry pointed at a guy with bolt cutters, cutting the wire that was holding the giant lightning streak above Izzy. Jack used the sand bags to lift us up, grabbing my waist to ensure I didn't fall, as we joined the thug on the metal bridge. I was able to kick the bolt cutters out of the thug's hand, making them fall behind the stage. The vibrations of dodging punches and kicks was making the wire become thin and ready to drop any second.
"Jack! The wire!" I yelled, getting his attention. I was able to take control of the fight with the thug as Jack figured out what to do with the wire. I was finally able to kick the thug off the bridge, but that made the wire snap. Luckily, Jack was already over there, holding onto the wire.
"Jerry!" We both yelled as the lightning bolt slipped out of Jack's grip. Jerry sprinted towards Izzy, knocking him out of the lightning bolt's path. The lightning bolt punctured the stage, but at least Izzy was safe. I hugged Jack in celebration, looking down at the crowd.
"Nice turn out." I shrugged as me and Jack found a way off the bridge safely.
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We were all lined up in Izzy's dressing room as 2 buffer bodyguards held Lars. "How could you? We're like brothers." Izzy exclaimed.
"I was always in your shadow while you were out in front with the fame, the glory...My sister." Lars listed. Damn Izzy. You've ruined Los' life.
"Oh. I am sorry about Linda." Izzy apologized.
"Stacy!" Lars corrected angrily.
"Right, yeah, Stacy. Nice girl. Okay, get him out of here." Izzy nodded. "Thanks, guys. You saved my life."
"Well, you know, that's just what bodyguards do." I chuckled.
"No. You three are more than bodyguards." Izzy corrected, "You're my friends. Guys! Come on the road with me."
"Man, that's a great offer, but we can't leave seaford." Jack politely declined, "All of our friends are here."
"Yeah, I get it." Izzy smiled understandingly, "You know, I'd give up everything I have to stay here and have friends like you."
"Well, why don't you?" Jerry asked.
"Are you crazy?" Izzy lauged, "I'm a rock star, mate. My life is amazing."
"The crowd's not leaving, Izzy. There gonna tear this place apart if we don't give them an encore." the manager from earlier barged in.
"But I don't have a full band." Izzy reminded him.
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We ended up performing onstage. I was a the backup singer, Jack as the guitarist, and Jerry as the drummer. And Jack can play. He can play real good. Jerry's pretty good too, I guess.
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We were all playing the song we performed onstage the night of the Los attack in the dojo with speakers. "Woo. Nice," Izzy complimented.
"Jack, I didn't know you played the guitar." I told him.
"I know a couple things about it." Jack nodded, playing a quick, impressive, riff. "Scuse me? Can we help you?" Jack asked, causing me to look over at him weird until he pointed at this weird man with a white beard.
"Oh no. He's with me. That's my chauffeur. The wizard." Izzy whispered the last part again.
"Yeah, the wizard." Jerry sarcastically agreed. "Right."
"Oh hey man. It was great to meet you. Uh look us up the next time you're here in Seaford," Jack told Izzy, giving him a bro hug.
"Absolutely. I'm gonna keep in touch with you three chaps." Izzy assured, shaking mine and Jerry's hands. "Alright, Cedric. You ready? I'm ready. Right then. Off we go." Cedric tapped his staff twice on the ground making them vanish into smoke.
"You guys saw that too, right?" I asked baffled.
"Uh huh." the boys agreed in higher voices. That was interesting and impressive.
