AsianBomb777 said:

Prince hands the tape player to Vanilla. "Hold this for 10 more seconds. I'll be inside," says Prince. "Man, that's the second time today you've said something to hurt my feelings. Say something else so I can leave and you can save her on your own," says Vanilla. "Man, if you leave, my ass is going right back to my room and looking for that chinologist while I watch my Jeopardy. Vanilla starts pouting. Fine," says Prince. Prince throws the tape player across the road and it explodes in the air. Prince and Vanilla go back into the building and the desk clerk calls them over, "I have these directions for you. Here are the keys to you're car. It's parked on level 3, spot 4 of our garage." "Let's go," yells Vanilla. "Man, you must think that we're Batman and Robin or something, I already told ya', I'm going back to my room to watch Jeopardy." "But, we have to save Mayte," says Vanilla, giving the puppy dog eyes, "You promised." "I ain't promised you a damn thing....dammit, fine," yells Prince. They head to the garage....

In the garage Vanilla could smell something funny. It was...

is the prequel over??

Heidi said:

No. We've all been busy, and some of us are waiting for the sequel.
It's hard to start before the begining as it limits your creative avenues so to speak.

This normally happens in spurts. And the first few days of contributions was creative, but may have been overkill for some folks.

AsianBomb777 said:

That and I, I don't know about yawl, but I can only work on it usually on the weekends and at night. But right now I'm free.

AsianBomb777 said:

those beans that Prince had for lunch. "Damn, P, what have you been eating," said Vanilla. "Hey, if you don't like it, go stand over there," says Prince. "I could stand in China and wouldn't be able to escape that," says Vanilla. "It couldn't have stank half as bad as that movie you did," snarls Prince. Vanilla laughes at him, "I know you're not talking. I saw 'Graffiti Bridge.'" Prince rolls his eyes, "Fine, you win that one." Prince hits the car unlock on the keychain. Over in the corner of the garage, the lights on a car flicker. Guess what kinda car it is. That's right, a little red.....Camry, equipped with good cloth seats, a brand new tape deck, and dual cup holders. "What the fuck is that," yells Vanilla! "What a cheap bastard this asshole is." Prince looks at Vanilla, "Man, what did you expect? A Corvette or something. Nobody gives shit away for free, plus I owe him money, remember? Besides, Camry was ranked #1 in it's class for 3 years in a row." Vanilla looks at Prince, "Well, then, you can drive, while I duck in the backseat. I wouldn't want anyone to see me in that." Prince looks at Vanilla in disbelief, "You've got some nerve saying that shit. As many people have seen me with you're ass. You must think you're still popular or something." "Okay, that's strike 3," crys Vanilla, as he pushes Prince. "Have you lost your mind," questions Prince, as he picks up a rock off the concrete and pelts Vanilla with it. "Oh, so now you throwin' rocks at a Brotha," says Vanilla. "No, I'm throwin' rocks at you," replies Prince. Vanilla starts jumping up and down as Prince looks on, trying not to laugh. "Man, just get in the car," smiles Prince. "Man, fuck you, we're going to go at it right here; right now, Word to Mutha," crys Vanilla. "I'll buy you an Icee," replies Prince. "Okay," smiles Vanilla. They both get into the car and speed out the garage. "Prince, you were right. Camrys are good, especially since the seat goes far enough up for you to reach the pedals," laughs Vanilla. "That's funny. Question, are you not wearing your seatbelt because it reminds you of when Suge put you in that chockhold, or is there another reason," reiterates Prince. Suddenly,....

Suddenly, the car chokes and stops. “Shit!” Vanilla said, “I think we’re out of gas.” The street that they had stopped on looked to be nearly deserted and the town that they where in looked like a cross between an old western town and something out of a sci-fi movie.

“What do we do now?” Vanilla asked?
“Hello?” a voice called to them from an adjacent alleyway.
Prince squinted his eyes trying to make out the figure, but they where standing in the shadows of both buildings that darkened the alley.
“Who is it?” Prince yelled back.
“I’m you’re number one fan” The voice came back.
Prince thought for a moment. ‘how do I reply to that’ he thought to himself.
“Do U own Ur Masters?” Prince yelled back.
Vanilla turned around from his driver seat and looked back at Prince, “What the f@ck are you saying?”
Then the figure stepped out into the light. It was…

Micheal Jackson. "Yes, Prince, I do own my masters. I own the Beatles' masters too." "Holy, shit!", screeched Vanilla. "That's Micheal Jackson!!! Micheal, I still have the red 'Beat It' jacket and the glove. I love you!" "I love you too, Vanilla. I still play your albums. 'Ice, ice Baby was a masterpiece.'" "Really," squeals Vanilla. Prince looks at Vanilla and Michael, "Should I leave you two alone for a while. Camry's backseats are really roomy." "Ohh, a Camry," says Michael. "They were ranked #1 in there class 3 years in a row." "Yeah, I love Camry too," gushes Vanilla. Prince looks at him and rolls his eyes, "May Jehovah show mercy to your soul, you lying ass." Suddenly, Rick James stumbles out of the cigar shop. "What do ya'll mean that ya'll don't sell weed? It's just as good as tobacco." "RICK!!!", yells Prince. "Looks like they'll be needing the backseat," Vanilla whispered to Micheal. "Hey, P, this shop says that pot is illegal here." Prince looks at Rick, "That's because it is, Rick." "Since when is weed illegal in Amsterdam?", questions Rick. "This isn't Amsterdam, Rick." "Oh, then where am I?", asks Rick. Prince looks back at Micheal and Vanilla, "Take a picture of him and show your kids why they should never do drugs." "No need to," says Vanilla, "they've already seen the Osbournes a million times." "That white boy looks really familiar," says Rick. "It's Vanilla Ice," says Prince. "Oh, okay, so who's the other white guy?", asks Rick. Prince gives him a puzzled look. "Uhhh, that's Micheal Jackson....what kinda drugs have you been doing lately?" "The Usual." "Hey, Rick," sings Micheal, while doing a spin, the tip-toe stance, and the pelvic grab, "Vanilla and Prince are looking for Mayte. We should help them...HEEHEE, OWWW." Rick looks at Prince, "Now, I know I'm not the only one on drugs here." "Probably not," says Prince. "Shamon, uhh, c'mon guys, let's do this." "Hey, Mike, why don't you go find your childhood, while me and Rick talk, okay? Okay," smiles Prince. Prince pulls Rick to the side, "You have to come with me. These two will drive me insane. Plus, I'll need you're help if I have to get rid of the bodies." "You know I'm here for ya, Prince." "Great," Prince turns and looks back at Mike and Vanilla, "Let's Go!" "Oh, Boy! I get to go on an adventure, just like Peter Pan. We can call ourselves 'The Lost Boys'", Micheal squeals. "Man, get in the car," says Prince. They all get in the car and Micheal starts to whine, "How come James gets to sit in the front seat and play with the radio. I wanna play with the radio." "R we there yet?", whines Vanilla. "If you two don't shut the hell up, I'll turn this car around," says Prince. "Yeah, don't make me come back there and kick both your asses," screams Rick. "Because I'll do it, dammit." Suddenly,.....