Amplify: The B-Quick Odyssey Page 2

  “Hey a video update!” Snax yelled, “Come check this out Buzzy.” he hopped off his bike and looked at the tiny screen on Snaxs phone. Crispy popped up on the screen.

  “If you haven’t read the papers by now, then yes, I am here to confirm that I, MC Crispy, the greatest rap god ever lived, have defeated Grandmaster Fearless and turned him into a rag doll.” he showed the doll to the screen so all the viewers can see. Buzzy and Snax gasped as Crispy continued, “And yes I am now the ruler, tyrant, and dictator of San Blue. The airwaves belong to me now! I control all of your listening and viewing pleasures, and most importantly, everyone does what I say. My word is law. However, even though Fearless is defeated, his legacy lives on. But I will end it! His apprentice DJ B-Quick has escaped from my grasp. If you are watching this B-Quick, I want to let you know, whatever you are trying to do, it will not work. And wherever you are, I will hunt you down, I will find you, and I will end you. I’m going to send my best men to catch you. Know that the Hip Hop Police and the Dark Alley Crew will be on your heels wherever you run. Victory is mine! HA HA HAAAAA!” the screen blackened. Buzzy took off his shades. His beady eyes were frozen.

  “This is so awesome!” said Snax, “You are on the run from the new king that took your dads spot and now you have to find a way to get him off of the throne and take back what is rightfully yours.”

  “I got to go.” said Buzzy.

  “Wait!” yelled Snax as he pulled out a video camera, “Take me with you. I want to document The B-Quicks Odyssey.”

  “You know what? Why not? This could be great. Hop on the bike.” Buzzy replied. He placed the GPS on the dash and set course to find the artifacts parts.

  “Alright, the adventure begins.” Snax celebrated, “Oh crud! I need a new battery.” he smuggled in his pocket for one. He pulled one out and popped it in excitement, “Ok now the adventure begins. I call this,

  “The B-Quick Odyssey.”

  “Wow you’re seriously going with that title?” Buzzy asked.

  “Well yeah, it sounds awesome.” Snax answered,

  “I think we’re going to have to change that weak title, shorty.” Snax took offense to that statement.

  “How about this, I do all the filming while you DJ and save Planet Bop. I don’t need help documenting, thank you. I got this.” Buzzy shrugged his shoulders then revved his motorcycle as they road into the sunset. Suddenly not far behind were hooded creatures that looked at the footprints and the burnt rubber.

  “The bee is not far ahead,” whispered Tint, the shadow god of the Shadow Crew. The rest of the crew rose from the shadows of the ground then sprinted down the road after them.

  Moral: Opportunity to become great can come at a moments notice.

  Chapter Two

  Shadows and Third Eyes

  Chronicler

  Buzzy and Snax continued riding down the highway. Snax was trying to document the action with his trusty video camera while on Buzzys bike.

  “And here it is,” said Snax, “Day one of the odyssey of DJ B-Quick. How’s it going, buddy?” Buzzy looked over his shoulder and gave him the peace sign.

  “What’s up?” said Snax pushing for more feedback from our hero, “What are we up to? Where are we going?” Buzzy took a big sigh, looked at the camera and asked,

  “Do I really have to do this? I mean in the last chapter, you were all like, “Shut up Buzzy, let me do my recording thing while you do your save the world stuff.” Now you want to talk my head off to this camera. What do you want?”

  “We have to interact with our viewers,” Snax answered, “I want them to know what’s going on in the head of our hero. You don’t want to disappoint your future fans do you?”

  “Ugh, fine.” said Buzzy, “Ok well if you are just tuning in, my Grandmaster has been turned into a rag doll by the evil MC Crispy. So in order to bring him back to life and defeat the evil rap god, I have to….”

  “We,” Snax exclaimed cutting him off, “I’m here too!” Buzzy wasn’t going to start another debate. He shook his head and continued,

  “WE…. have to set out on a quest and find these secret treasures that will help us save Planet Bop from world domination. And who knows what kind of dangers we’ll face because MC Crispy knows I’m out and about.” Buzzy looked forward and saw that he missed a street turn. They blindly ran off the road, over a ledge and off the cliff. They both shouted,

  “Whoa!!!” Buzzy, Snax and the bike tumbled down the hill. The two landed in the trees but the bike wasn’t so lucky. It was totally trashed. However, Snaxs camera was still in one piece. He focused it on Buzzy as Buzzy rubbed his head as he dangled by his foot.

  “Are you ok Buzzy?” he asked. The bee shook his leg to break free only to fall on his head.

  “Ow!” Buzzy yelled. He turned over on his stomach and rose up only to see his bike destroyed.

  “Oh no! My Bike!” he yelled.” Snax stood next to him and shook his head,

  “Yeah that’s messed up Buzzy,” he said as he gritted his teeth, “You should’ve been watching the road.”

  “Are you kidding me, Snax?” he yelled, “If I weren’t doing that thing with the camera and…” Buzzy paused in mid tantrum to maintain his temper. He then continued, “It’s ok. I think I can fix it. All I need is a wrench, a pen, and some bubble gum. So let’s roll it to the nearest garage.” As they were walking toward the shattered bike, Buzzy stopped in his tracks. Snax kept marching ahead of Buzzy. Buzzy noticed the leaking gas and he grabbed Snax by his tiny shoulder.

  “Wait!” he yelled. Suddenly, the bike exploded.

  “Whoa!” they shouted.

  “Well there goes our ride.” said Buzzy. He shook his head.

  “Yeah,” said Snax scratching his head, “Well, I think that’s enough footage for now. I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”

  “Yep.” Buzzy quickly answered. They walked to the nearest town located on the outskirts of Louisville and saw a bar and grill called, “Louisville Bar and Grill.”

  “Creative name.” said Buzzy sarcastically. The two friends walked in the joint and saw just a handful of people in there. The place looked like something that came out of the 1950s. But they kept it clean and treated it like a true landmark. The sign outside was still lit with neon colors, the inside had a bit of neon lights that went along the ceilings and walls as well. There were pictures of old school muscle cars, tables and booths went along the side of a big window. Through the window was a view of some mountains that touched the clouds. It reminded Buzzy of home. There were two guys playing pool listening to the juke box, a few guys at the bar, a couple of customers eating at the dining area, there was a waitress in the front and a cook in the back. Buzzy and Snax took a seat at a booth. The waitress rolled over to their table on skates.

  “What can I get for you boys?” she asked.

  “Isn’t skating in a busy diner dangerous?” Asked Snax.

  “Well,” said the waitress, “This is Louisville, home of roller skating and besides, does this diner look busy to you?” The two looked around and it clearly wasn't. It was all space and opportunity. So with that being said, Buzzy looked at his menu and saw something that seemed edible.

  “How is your white rice and honey?” he asked.

  “Delicious.” The waitress answered.

  “Great I’ll take that.” he said with a big smile. She turned to Snax and asked for his order.

  “A bacon cheeseburger and fries please?” he asked, “And can I get a cola with that? And put it on my yellow friends tab.”

  “Sure thing.” answered the waitress. Buzzy shook his head. Before they knew it, they were eating their food. The cook was pretty quick with their meals. As the two were eating, they couldn’t help but notice the two guys at the pool table listening to nothing but MC Crispy on the jukebox. The cook was tired of listening to the same rapper over and over again.

  “Hey guys,” shouted the cook, “Don’t you guys listen t
o anything else?”

  “Shut up old timer!” yelled one of the guys, “MC Crispy is a beast. This wolf got crazy wordplay skills.” Buzzy listened to the lyrics of the song and shook his head knowing that it was trash. He didn’t know that Crispy took over the airwaves so fast. Or maybe he built a fan base before he took over San Blue Mountain. Either way it’s nothing he could do about now. Not until he get himself those treasured items to defeat Crispy. He then looked out of the window and saw a girl bee in a beat up jeep pull up to a parking spot at the bar and grill. She got out and walked through the door wearing an army green hat with her hair in a puffy ponytail, a belly shirt that read fight for our music, some fitted jeans and some army boots. Her eyes were big and bright. Buzzy saw determination in those eyes as well. He knew she came with a purpose.

  She was going around to everyone passing out flyers. Eventually, she came around to Buzzy and Snax.

  “Hi, I’m Honey Que,” she said, “Would you be interested in fighting against the bad music being played on the radio today?”

  “Why yes,” said Buzzy, “As a matter of fact we would.” he felt like this girl came just in time for his cause. Maybe she can spread the word for his movement, like a messenger, “So what types of songs are terrible to you?” he asked. Honey shook her head in disgust as she answered,

  “There are all types of artist out her that I could throw up in my mouth when I hear. But no one gets me more upset than MC Crispy. Honestly, how did he make it to the top of the charts? He’s not real. He has idiotic raps that a kindergartener could write and he talks about nothing but pointless stuff. There’s some kid out there in the world that really has talent but can’t get in because of his garbage.”

  “We agree.” said Snax. She looked over to the guys playing pool,

  “And those guys over there wouldn’t know good music if it bit them in the butt. I mean look at them.” The two pool players were singing along to Crispys lyrics.

  Rob a bank, rob a bank/

  Steal stuff and rob a bank/

  Rob a bank, rob a bank/

  Steal stuff and rob a bank/

  “I had enough of this.” Honey exclaimed. Fed up with the ignorance, she stormed over there. She tried to be nice and give them flyers explaining her cause. But they weren’t going for it. They smacked the stack of papers out of her hand and pushed her away. She caught her footing and remained on her feet. She huffed, puffed then kicked a hole in the jukebox. It caught the attention of the whole place. Honey pulled her foot out of the broken jukebox then stood on top of the pool table. What she said next was pure poetry.

  Listen up! As the mere mortals and fiends for music on our planet, we are at war/

  It seems that everyone has their eyes and ears open wide, and we still don’t know what we are fighting for/

  So my job is to shed some light for all the people that don’t know/

  This junk we are listening to these is clouding our judgment and making our third eyes blind/

  A third eye opened and revealed itself on her forehead. Buzzy was shocked when he saw it. The third eye closed and she continued,

  But just because our third eye is blind doesn’t mean our two eyes can’t see/

  We just waste time in places we don’t even need to be/

  We don’t know who or what we are, but the answer is not far/

  It’s closer than it seems/ right in ears reach/

  Yeah it’s true, MC Crispy wants you to be stupid too/

  It’s time for us to realize a wolf in sheep clothing/

  Don’t follow him! We are not evil! We are good citizens/

  Don’t fall for the okey doke/

  The two guys grabbed her off of the pool table as if they didn’t hear a word she said.

  “You broke the juke box,” said one of the guys, “We like MC Crispy. Time to pay the price you stupid three eyed girl.” Snax looked to Buzzy as he was eating the rice with his chopsticks. He knew that Buzzy wasn’t going to let this trouble go any further. And he was right.

  “Well Snax,” said Buzzy, “better get your camera ready.” Snax did so. Buzzy stood up and yelled,

  “Hey tough guys, it’s pretty easy to beat up a girl! Come get down with a real bee!” he threw the chopsticks and they landed into each one of their ears. They released Honey to tend to their chopstick and before they knew it Buzzy was over there with them. As he was about to throw a punch, Honey stepped in front of him and she gave them a two-piece knuckle sandwich and the other a scissor kick to the face. After that they were out cold. She then turned to Buzzy and said,

  “I think I can handle a couple of nobodies… heh.”

  “I don’t think I introduced myself. I’m….”

  “You’re DJ B-Quick….” she answered cutting his sentence, “I heard about you.”

  “Touché.” he replied.

  “That’s one of the reasons why I’m here,” she said, “I want to help you with your quest. You will need my third eye. It sees the truth.”

  “Well yeah, enough said. You are totally in the crew. Plus we need a ride,” said Buzzy a little embarrassed, “But before I do anything else, I have to finish my white rice and honey… and that’s actual honey, not you Honey…or honey you…or…. Well you know what I mean.” They all sat down in the diner to figure out their next move.

  Meanwhile, outside of the diner across the street, Tint, and the Shadow Crew waited patiently for the sun to go down to attack. He made a quick phone call to MC Crispy with his cracked phone. Crispy was sitting patiently on his throne for the update of what was going on. He turned the radio studio that Fearless created into his personal throne room leaving the Fearless rag doll on the shelf right next to his trophies, which insinuated another one of his triumphs. He wanted Fearless right where he could see him. The corrupted wolfs phone rang. He answered,

  “This had better be good.”

  “My Lord, we are in sight of B-Quick, and the sun has set. We are ready to attack.” said Tint. Crispy ordered them to hold the line. He then turned on his toy helicopter with a built in camera and sent it in the air. It made it down to where they were at in a matter of seconds. He then turned on the television and was able to see it all. Crispy returned to his phone,

  “Hello? Yeah… Annihilate him. I want you to end the little bug life! And get a new phone, Tint. You sound like a talking blender on that end.” he hung up the phone. Tint closed his phone and placed it back in his pocket. He looked behind him to his crew with his red eyes.

  “Ok guys it’s on like ping pong. So here’s the plan. I get the first pop, and then the bug is all yours.”

  Back in the diner, they were still forming a plan.

  “We need a guy with crazy lyrics. I mean a fighter in a form of a wordsmith. A DJ isn’t much without the rapper and vice versa. How good of a rapper are you, Honey?” asked Buzzy.

  “I’m not that great of a rapper, I’m more of the poetic type. But I do know a guy.” said Honey.

  “You do?” asked Snax.

  “Yeah, we’ll go get him as soon as we leave here.” She said with a smile. Suddenly, they realized that no one else was in the whole bar and grill. It was suddenly deserted.

  “Hello?” said Snax, “Anyone still here? Check please!” no one answered. The lights started tinkering. When the lights came back on, Tint appeared behind the bar. They were very skeptical about this hooded fellow.

  “This can’t be good.” said Snax. Tint hopped over the bar and walked slowly toward them. He then asked,

  “Is your name DJ B-Quick, Spinner Supreme, the descendent of Grandmaster Fearless?”

  “Who wants to know?” said Buzzy.

  “They call me Tint,” he said, “The Rap God has sent me and my comrades to deliver you a message. Please accept it.” he karate chopped their table in half. All of the dishes flew in the air. Buzzy caught a plate that was going to fall on Snax. He then slid it across the floor as he stepped forward looking for Tint
expecting for him to be in front of him. Tint suddenly disappeared.

  “Humph. What a scaredy cat.” Buzzy stated. The lights started blinking again. Suddenly, out of pure gut instinct, Buzzy blocked a punch with his right arm and a kick with his left leg that came practically from nowhere. He saw that there was more than one of them that appeared. He commenced to serving up a beat down. Buzzy was fast paced as he gave them cross hooks and round house kicks. The two dropped like flies. The bad part was that more came. No matter how many he knocked down, they just kept coming at him. He didn’t know how many there actually were since it was so dark.

  “Hey guys, I need some help,” said Buzzy, can I get some more light in here?” Snax was recording all of the action while Honey placed her protected visor over here eyes to harness the power of her third eye as a weapon. She could need it. She booked it to the kitchen. One of the dark guys grabbed her. She threw him over her shoulder and broke free. She continued to run. She then pulled the lever to activate the emergency lights. They were amazingly bright. Buzzy was glad that he had some glasses. It lit up the whole building from the kitchen. He could see all of the Shadow soldiers as the screamed in agony as they melted away. There were a lot of them. Everyone came back to regroup.

  “Everyone ok?” asked Buzzy.

  “Yeah.” said Honey.

  “Man that was awesome!” yelled Snax, “And I got it all on video.”

  “Buzzy we have to get out of here! I’ll go start the car.” As Honey started walking, Buzzy caught her by the arm.

  “Wait,” he said, “They are outside. I know it. Come on, let’s go to the roof and see. We won’t be able to see them from in here.”

  They made their way to the roof and looked off of it only to see an army full of Shadow minions. Tint was standing over bulldozer planning to break the whole building down.

  “If you don’t want to come out, then we are going to bring this whole place down!” yelled Tint.