Circus In Town is a short Fictional story, made up by my own over-active imagination in responds to Crystal’s challenge to write a short story using a bicycle, ice cream and a whip, and having Marshall looking out a window. Soooo with a little help from Marshall’s over active imagination, by borrowing parts of “Business” this is what I came up with, Please let me know what you think.
Cheers and Happy Reading,
Nite Storm
Circus In Town
“Hailie . . . sounds like a circus in town.” Dre states, as he looks down at the small child.
“Holy Wack . . . You’re Right!” Hailie joyfully yells, as she jumps up and down happily.
“To the rapmoblie . . . Let’s Go!” Dre states as he grabs Hailie by the hand and they rush to Dre’s rapmobile.
“Bitches and Gentlemen, It’s Showtime! Hurry Hurry, step right up, Introducing the star of our show his name is . . . . Marshall!” Announcer Xzibit proudly announces, as Ring Master Marshall comes to the center ring, wearing black pants, torn white t-shirt, bright red top coat, black top hat cracking a whip; as Dre and Hailie are taking their seats, but Dre suddenly covers Hailie’s ears, praying she didn’t hear the first word Announcer Xzibit said.
“You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now . . . So without further ado, I bring to you The D-12 Clowns!” Ring Master Marshall raps, and cracks his whip, as D-12 dressed in clown outfits, riding red bicycles ride into the second ring.
“Let’s Get Down To Business! The D-12 Clowns while riding their red bicycles will juggle oranges, peaches, pears, plums.” Ring Master Marshall raps as he cracks his whip again, and D-12 begins their incredible feat, and performs it perfectly, with Clown Bizarre only eating two plums this night, as the crowd wildly cheers.
“Quick Gotta Move Fast! Gotta Perform Miracles! So skip to your lou to ring three, as Kim will attempt with good looks to cook and clean while popping Purple Pills.” Ring Master Marshall raps, as he cracks his whip towards ring three, as Kim begins.
“HELL YEAH!” The crowd screams, as Kim does her miracle, as Dre again covers Hailie’s ears, and gives everyone around them a nasty glare, for their language.
“The Show Must Go On! Dial your eyes right down to the center ring to The Most Feared Duet! It’s just like old times the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic you already know who’s fully capable to get rid of those rap criminals Murder Inc.” Ring Master Marshall raps, as 50 Cent and Obie Trice come to the center ring, where Murder Inc is standing in a huddle crying.
“So there you have it folks, JESUS! How can shit be so easy!” Ring Master Marshall raps as he again cracks his whip, only after several seconds, after 50 and Obie take the center ring, and Murder Inc. frantically runs away crying uncontrollably, as the crowds loudly cheers.
“Gee Willikers Dre . . . This circus is in a state of 911. Let’s shut the poop down on these clowns and get down to business. I don’t got time to play around, there’s cookie dough ice cream with my name on it.” Hailie states with a totally bored expression.
“Hell Yeah!” Dre happily states, as Hailie places her hand over her mouth at his bad word, and giggles, as they leave, heading for the nearest ice cream store.
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Marshall sits straight up in his bed in a cold sweat, totally confused from his dream, but hears a loud noise outside.
Marshall groans as the noise continued to grow louder. Rolling out of bed, he dragged himself over to the window pulled back the curtain and saw a large Big Top. He quickly stumbles back in disbelief and falls over a chair, landing roughly face first on the floor, with a loud thump.
Marshall maons loudly as he pulls himself up off the floor, and is about to walk back over to bed, but glances over at the window.
With extreme caution, Marshall slowly walks over and grabs the red curtain and throws it open, and sees nothing but his large back yard and sighs relief as he slowly stumbles back to bed, and tries to drift back to sleep.
“Where’d Everybody Go? Guess who’s back? Ken is back, tell some men. Rub my back. Eh . . . Wait . . . Hello?” Ken eerily whispers, as Marshall sits straight up in his bed again, and looks around the dark room.
“Who There?” Marshall yells out in a panic, as he nervously runs his hand through his choppy sweaty hair.
“Eh . . . Goodnight.” Ken softly whispers, as Marshall frantically grabs the phone, and calls Dre collect.
“Yo! Dre! I know BET and MTV are gonna grieve, but I gotta leave rap alone!” Marshall hystically babbles, into the phone.
“What up?” Dre asks, not really quite understanding Marshall.
“I’m going to grow a beard and disappear into the mountains.” Marshall states in one continuous breath.
“You gonna do what?” Dre asks,
“I ain’t fuckin’ around here! To much fuckin’ BUSINESS!” Marshall states, as Dre starts laughing.
“Marshall Calm Down! Where’s duckie and blankie?” Dre asks in a fatherly tone, as Marshall starts frantically searching the tangled blankets and sheet.
“Here . . .” Marshall mumbles, as he cuddles a small blanket and a stuffed toy duck tightly to his muscular chest.
“Good.” Dre soothingly whispers, as he hears Marshall breathing relaxing.
“No Go Back To Fuckin’ Sleep!” Dre states very firmly after a few minutes of silence, then quickly hangs up the phone.
“Wonder what fucked up shit he dreamt this time.” Dre wonders to himself, as he begins to laugh.
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So there you have it folks, Nite Storm has come to write the story, back with her friend Crystal, and to remind you that challenges can get weird, because challenges are here to stay and never go away, until their dying day, or until we’re old and gray.
So until next time friends, same blonde rapper, same Still Shady Chic’s Yahoo Group, Good Night Everyone, Thank You for Reading, Your host for the evening Nite Storm
Dear Dre,
If you would like to sue me for fuckin’ up lyrics that Aftermath has copyrighted. Please Do! I’ll bring the Hennessy and Aliza if you bring Marshall.
Cheers,
Nite Storm
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