Concept Loserfication: A Fanfic

[zeekeroo]

Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would do it. But it's not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't. it's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere. -President Barack Obama

When the band was going into work that day, it seemed like a regular day. Duke was stammering, Fatz was threatening Rolfe, Beach Bear was trying to maintain peace, and Looney Bird was drunk. The sound in the room was deafening, you could hardly hear yourself think, but it all came to a sudden stop as a thin blonde woman entered the room.

Her hair rivaled Mitzi's as most beautiful in the room, and she wore a blue pencil skirt with a matching blouse.
She had cheeks that were thin and defined, her face was very bony and pale, all but her lips, which stood out, bright red with lipstick.

For what seemed like eternity, there was silence. The woman looked at the band, (One would of said she stared, but her gaze was too impenetrable for the word), and The Rock-afire Explosion looked back at her.

Rolfe, wanting the break the silence, sidled up to the woman.
"Hey there lady," he said, "I don't know why your here, but--"
Everyone thought he was going to ask her to leave, but instead--
"I'd LOVE to meet you for coffee after work."
Earl stood motionless at his side and closed his eyes tightly, as the rest of the animals slapped their foreheads at Rolfe's stupidity.

"Office Relationships are forbidden," the woman said "there is a meeting today in the conference room, it begins in 10 minutes. Your presence is requested."
At that the woman turned, her neat ponytail slashing Rolfe in the face, and she left.

"What the heck was that!??!?!?" Fatz erupted to Rolfe.
Looney Bird piped up, "Well, Rolfe always walks around with his hand in Earl's--"
"Looney!!!!" He was interrupted by Billy Bob's interjection, "Let's keep this clean!"
At that Looney Bird slowly slid down into his barrel.

"Meeting?" Fatz began, "Hmph, we ain't never been called to a meeting before. What's up with this?"

The band pondered the woman's appearance, and what would be discussed at the mentioned meeting for quite a while, and then began making their way to the corporate conference room.

"Uhhh," Duke slurred, "Should we of, uhhh, worn suits?"

"Oh Duke," Mitzi said "They can't expect us to always have nice clothes with us!"

"Well, that's good." he replied, "I only have two outfits..."

For a while the band walked the dimly lit hall in silence, hearing only the buzzing of the lights above, and the brushing of Duke's Spandex Space suit.

The date was August 9th, 1990, and the lives of The Rock-afire Explosion were about to change forever.

[zeekeroo]

Despite no response from yesterdays post, I shall continue.

PART 2

Being unemployed is not good for an actor. No, it isn't, no matter how unsuccessful you are. Because you always remember getting fired from all the restaurants. You remember that stuff very, very strongly. -Philip Seymour Hoffman

Like the hallway, the conference room was dimly lit. Duke squinted his eyes, and whispered "Uh, guys, were in uh, deep doo-doo" just loud enough that the band could hear.

The lights suddenly brightened and the Rock-afire Explosion gasped. If you've ever been in a room, and witnessed everyone gasp, you may know what this is like, like, like the air is being sucked out of the room. But this is nothing, compared to a room of singers gasping simultaneously.

On the other end of the table, glaring back at the band of animals, was the Pizza Time Players.

A rat, with a grotesque, grizzled snout, a red derby and matching vest. Chuck E. Cheese.

A dog, with a lethargic look in his eyes, and a bandanna around his neck, Jasper T. Jowels.

A purple monster, who seemed to be getting larger by the second, fiddled with a granola bar.

A chicken, with a red sequin dress catching the light and nearly blinding you, but the oddest thing about Miss. Helen Henny, was her hair. It was in pigtails. Mitzi felt her arm reach up to remove her own pigtails.

And a man, who sported a very large mustache, Pasqually.

The Pizza Time Players.

"Please, take your seats," said a familiar, quiet voice.
The band looked away from the Pizza Timers to see Rolfe's love interest, that he and the band had met that morning.

The band obliged to her request, and seated themselves at the table. Duke muttered under the table, "I think we should of worn suits."

Before anyone could manage a reply to the distressed dog, a man with a comb over and suit walked in.

"Well," he began "I assume we all know why you are here."

There was silence for a moment, as The Rock-afire pondered if they should let their adversaries across the table know of their cluelessness. Fatz was beginning to open his mouth when Duke blurted out "Uh, we actually don't have any idea why this, uh, meeting is happenin',"

There was silence for a moment as Fatz slapped his forehead, then everyone in the room laughed, everyone, minus The Rock-afire.

After the room had regained composure, the stocky man with the thin hair address the band, "As of now, you all are flying around to different ShowBiz Pizza Place restaurants, performing. We will be undergoing an operation to change that.

"YES!" came a cry from The Rock-afire side of the room, everyone turned to see Beach Bear, with his fists to the sky, "We're getting a tour bus!" he excalamed.

"Actually, no, will you sit down now Mr. Bear."

Beach Bear muttered his apologies as he lowered himself back into the pale green chair.

"We will be unifying the two bands, well, metaphorically unifying them at least. The Pizza Time Players will be henceforth known as Munch's Make-Believe Band, and the Rock-afire Explosion will become defunct in ShowBiz stores."

Billy Bob felt his throat tighten, he couldn't breath.

"So, your kicking us out of the stores?!?!?" Fatz bellowed.

"Yes we are, right on the noes Mr. Geronimo! Today we have contacted you agent's firm about this decision," The fat, bald man spoke on "They will most likely be sending an agent down to handle your affairs."

"Why, why, you can't do that!" Billy Bob began "Why, we love these kids! Performing at ShowBiz is our life! It's why we wake up every morning!"

"Well, dat's the way the cheese rolls suckers!"

Everyone turned to see who had spoken for The Pizza Time Players... or Munch's Make Believe Band, or whatever they were.
Chuck E. Cheese had stepped up from his seat, and was walking towards the band.
"They picked one side, and they love us! They want you gone, they love us,"

The rat pulled a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and blew a cloud of smoke into Mitzi's face, she coughed.

"Aww, the little mousey-wousey can't take a little smoke? Well, then," He was about to breath another thick cloud of dirty air into Mitzi's breathing space when Chuck E. was suddenly tackled.

"All right, which one of you mugs beat me to beating this rodent into the ground?!?!?" Fatz yelled.

As Mitzi, removed an inhaler from her bag, everyone in the room turned to see Pasqually, and Jasper sitting on top of Chuck E.

"Huh?" Fatz wondered why they had tackled their leader.

"Chuck E.!" Pasqually began, "You are a-notta supposed to smoke!"
He ripped the cigar from Chuck E.'s dingy paw, and tossed it behind him, as Jasper brandished a blue tank in front of him. It looked like a small fire extinguisher, but clearly was not, as Jasper took the tank, and shoved it towards Chuck E., stuffing the nozzle down his throat. The dog grimaced as he pulled the pin, releasing the tank's contents. Chuck E.'s eyes bulged, nearly popping from his head, his legs and arms threw up into the air and flailed furiously trying to free himself from the grip of his oppressors and friends.

The Rock-afire Explosion stood in shock, as Chuck E. stood up, his head spinning about with dizziness. The rat toppled about the room from the disorientation for a few moments, and finally spoke.

"Uhh, guys why'd ya do that? I hate it." Some of the Rock-afire chuckled at his voice, usually deep with an accent, was now high pitched and squeaky.
Jasper set the tank on the table, and suddenly the band could read the label in bright red letters "HELIUM"

[zeekeroo]

So what do you guys think of it so far? feedback is important!

[Charon the Sabercat]

Oooooo... niiiiice. I have to say you REALLY impressed me.

Keep it up! Maybe if we get a long enough fanfic, we can start a Livejournal community!

[raebigc]

that's kool.

[Vega III CEC]

Haha, so that's how Chuck got his new voice. Nice comical way to describe why it was changed. The old Jasper seems like he'd be the type to pull something silly like that.

[mitzirocks]

Great work,keep em comin Zeekeroo.:D

[Harmony Howlette]

Haha, this is great!

[zeekeroo]

Thanks for all the positive feedback guys! So onto todays chapter, this one may get a little intense.

PART 3
He who angers you conquers you. -Elizabeth Kenny

The wall shook as Fatz poured his angry fist into it's mass, the paint cracked, and now sported a red stain from Fatz knuckles.

"Fatz! Please calm down," Billy Bob pleaded, "We can't let it get to us!"

"Yeah, Fatz," Duke added" "Uh, keep your shirt on!"

For a moment everyone was silent. There was no noise coming from the rehearsal room, which an angry gorilla was ready to destroy. And then, everyone started to here a small sound coming for under the table. It sounded like a baby, softly sobbing, without the audacity to let forth his full wail; too afraid to cry, too sad to smile.

Billy Bob leaned down and moved a chair out of the way. He stuck his gentle paw underneath the table, and came out with the baby bear, Choo Choo clinging to his wrist, shaking with fear.

Everyone's memory flashed back to the night Billy Bob had brought the baby bear home. A wet cardboard box was where his parents had left him, Billy Bob did not have the heart to leave the defenseless soul alone, on such a cold night, so he brought him home.

Everyone looked as Choo Choo trembled in fear. He didn't have the slightest idea what was going on, but knew he should be scared, from Fatz anger.

"There messing with CHILDREN!" Fatz screamed. He brought his powerful fist down once again, this time onto the table. It's legs gave out and the top snapped, Choo Choo began to wail, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Great Fatz, now not only do we have a crying baby, but you've also given us no place to eat lunch," Beach Bear joked.

Never before had any of The Rock-afire Explosion witnessed Fatz Geronimo, their fearless leader, so angry.

"I don't care about lunch!" Fatz was no longer talking, his words came out in what was more of a roar, then speaking.

Rolfe stood from his nearby chair, "I suppose this would be a bad time to ask for a raise?"

"YES!" Fatz growled back.

The scene before anyone standing in the band's rehearsal room was nothing but chaos. Fatz continued to destroy anything he pleased, Duke and Beach Bear were in silence, for fear of being maimed by the rampaging gorilla. Looney Bird tried to comfort Mitzi, who was sobbing in the corner, and Billy Bob was failing to comfort Choo Choo, as tears were emerging from his own eyes as well. This was the way it was seen by the woman who had entered the room.

"Hey sweet cakes," Rolfe began to say to the woman who had brought this upon them, "We're having a bad time, so you might want to kind of stay away."

The woman, ignoring the wolf, began to speak, and suddenly, all of the chaos stopped, as they listened to the secretary.

"You will perform your final show for all of this week," She began, "Then, your contract term will be up, and not be renewed."

Everyone was silent for a moment. The woman walked out of the room, and the room did not erupt back to life. Fatz's anger did not resume, but instead, a suttle tear came from his eye. Fatz slowly moved over to the cabinet, in which he kept his wide collection of musical arrangements for the Rock-afire. A few minutes found him ruffling through the drawers. He finally came out with a collection of sheet music in his hand. "Let's do this piece," and he quietly distributed this final piece of music to his fellow band members.

[Charon the Sabercat]

Sut´tle
n. 1. (Com.) The weight when the tare has been deducted, and tret is yet to be allowed.
v. i. 1. To act as sutler; to supply provisions and other articles to troops.

I don't think that's the word you wanted to use, Zeeker, dear. Still, I liked reading this. Who hasn't wanted to see an angry rampaging Fatz? Fatz is a gorilla, he needs more angry rampages.

[zeekeroo]

Sut´tle
n. 1. (Com.) The weight when the tare has been deducted, and tret is yet to be allowed.
v. i. 1. To act as sutler; to supply provisions and other articles to troops.

I don't think that's the word you wanted to use, Zeeker, dear. Still, I liked reading this. Who hasn't wanted to see an angry rampaging Fatz? Fatz is a gorilla, he needs more angry rampages.

Typo! I meant to say subtle, meaning fine or delicate

[zeekeroo]

This part gets a little dark. Not for the kiddies!
It also got pretty long.

PART 4

You gotta know when it's time to hang up. But when I finally go, let me go out on stage, my perfect ending. Don't let me go when I'm sick or asleep. Let me be in motion. -Bobby Womack

Billy Bob was the first to recieve the new piece of music. It was written in Fatz's own hand, and photocopied for each band member. Billy Bob Brockali was not a musical genius, but from what he could tell, the song looked good. As Fatz passed out the rest of the music, Billy Bob noticed he was calm, serene even. It seemed that Fatz had always at least been a little tense about something or other, but now, he it just seemed as if he didn't care.

Fatz finished passing out the music, and crossed the room to his keyboard, The Magical Tune Machine, which hardly seemed magic anymore. He began to play the introduction. The notes beautifully flew from his thick black fingers, through the keys, out into the air. It was the most beautiful thing Billy Bob had ever heard, he noticed in the music that the vocals of the song started with Duke, a common selection for a slow song.

Notes began to pour from the dog's snout, like never before, "It seems, we were just beginning. It seems, like it would last forever, but it won't, and now, it's come to an end."

Mitzi took the next solo, "I rememeber when I was all alone. No one could throw me a bone, and then I met you. I hoped and I prayed that it would last forever, but I always knew it would die. It would end. Now it did."

Billy Bob looked, as Beach Bear sang his verse, "And if only it wouldn't end this way, maybe we could stay."

Billy Bob took a deep breath and hoped he had his line correct, "I wish stay together, for at least another day, but know, it's over. It's curtains for us."

Looney Bird ended the refrain with a high note, "It's done!"

Mitzi ran to Beach Bear, throwing her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.

Fatz just stared at the keys, shaking his head.

"Y'know what?" Beach Bear said, "This is our last show darn it! Let's make it last! Let's do some real classics, like, like, I dunno, how about---" His mind was at a loss for songs.

Mitzi emerged from her safe haven within Beach Bear's fur, and started to sing. "I wanna be free. Like a blue bird, flying by me! Like the waves out on--"

"No, no, no," Beach Bear started, "Let's do some fun stuff!"

Billy Bob suddenly picked up his guitar, "All right everybody, sing along!" And He started singing. "OH! A roast beef sandwich and a pizza,"

As soon as the whole gang was singing that number, the mood for the rest of the day changed, the band left that day feeling good. Their situation was crap, but they still felt good.

***

"In war, nobody wins, not even the winners." - Anonymous

Chuck E. sat back in the small chair, his feet atop the table. Helen, Munch, Jasper, and Pasqually sat at the booth closest to Chuck E. "You'd think they would have this stuff ready!" Chuck E. said in exasperation and impatience, "They call a meeting, and tell us to show up as soon as possible, and then we wait for them!"

"Oh, Chuck E., we know you're buh-buh-bored, but things like these take time." Helen assured him.

"Has anyone else ever realized how creepy these restaurants look at night, when nobody's here?" Jasper said, "Even with the lights on..."

"Why'd we have to meet here!?! In a ShowBiz store after hours!?!" Chuck howled, "When they get here, I'll shove me tail so far up their A--"

"We're here!" said a voice from behind them.

"Finally!" Chuck E. threw his hands up into the air.

The newcomers gathered in the store's showroom area, and began to introduce themselves, starting with a thin tall woman, sporting brown hair. "Hi!" She began, "I'm Jul Kamen, I'll be helping you with your new wardrobe and image!"

A man wearing a long white lab coat, with a nervous twitch introduced himself, "I am Roger Maxamillion George Nobleman-Gallahger Ripper Googleplex."
For a moment, everyone stared at the man.
"You can call me Professor Googleplex."
The band nodded their approval, Chuck E. nudged Jasper and said under his breath, "Dat guy is, uh, unique,"
Jasper replied, "Crazy..."

Their were two more men left, both of them tall, thick (With muscle, not weight), bald, and wore sunglasses and suits.

Pasqually looked towards them, "And you are?"

"Our names are not important. We are here to assits in anyway possible."

Chuck E. sat up to introduce the band, "And I'm Chuck E. Cheese and this is The Pizza Time Players."

"Ah, ah, ah!" Jul said, "From now on, you're "Munch's Make Believe Band!"

"Munch is purple," Chuck E. began, "But he ain't Barney."

One of the men in suits had crossed over to Chuck E. after introducing himself, right when Chuck E. finished his poke at the name, the man removed a taser from his pocket, quickly dug it into the rats skin, and fired. Chuck E. shook all over, as if every muscle in his body was experiencing a spasm, and he fell to the ground.

"NOW!" The taser-man screamed, and his partner tackled Chuck E. and shoved a nozzle down Chuck E.'s throat, strangling him. At the end of the nozzle was a small tank, like the one Jasper had used before to cease Chuck E.'s smoking. The man pushed a button, and Chuck E. shook like never before. Terror in his eyes, as the torture continued.

The men stepped back, and Chuck E. began to speak, "Ouch..." he tried to continue in his high and squeaky voice, but his head slumped to the side.

The band stared in horror at Chuck E., passed out on the ground.

"I suppose we should wait until our friend here wakes up before we continue!" Jul said, as bubbly as ever.

Munch looked around and quietly whispered to Pasqually, "If I had pants, I think they would be wet right now."

[zeekeroo]

So what'd you guys think about the somewhat darkness of the fourth chapter?
What about the length?

[Charon the Sabercat]

I have to admit, it's getting better. A little better all the time! (It can't get any wo-) Okay, I'm done.

But wow, this is a nice dark fic to come out of a nice little guy like you! It must be REALLY fun to write.

[zeekeroo]

Well, this one is out a little late, but better late then never! When the week starts I have no idea how frequently I'll be able to write this fanfic, so it may be a while until the next chapter. But for now, we rejoin The Pizza Timers a few minutes after the end of Chapter 4.

PART 5
Change yourself and your work will seem different. -Norman Vincent Peale

Chuck E. came to, and looked around. Slowly his memory came back to him. Jul Kamen was the first to speak, "Now Mr. Cheese, you see why we have hired Agent A and Agent B, let's keep them out of action, shall we?" Without waiting for a reply from Chuck E., she continued, "Why don't we start out with wardrobe, shall we?"

"Oh, buh-buh-boy! I love new clothes!" Helen said.

"Yes, that speech impediment of yours just will not do. I'm sure with a bit of persuasion, it will disappear." Jul smiled an evil grin, and removed the first outfit from her cart, a flashing tuxedo, with a sparkling gold lapel and cumberbun, she held it out by the hanger and offered it to Chuck E.

"I don't do those kinds of--" Agent A began to approach him, and he quickly revised his words, "It's lovely." He took the immaculate suit into the bathroom to change.

Next from the cart arose a purple mini-skirt and black tank top.
"Mrs. Henny," Jul called out, and the large chicken almost immediately, for fear of the tasers, snatched it from her thin hand.

Jul began to speak with Dr. Googleplex, when Jasper piped up, "What about us, ma'am?"

Jul looked pitifully on the ragtag group of musicians, made up of Jasper, Munch and Pasqually. She sneered at the boys before saying, "Those will be fine," they all let out a sigh of relief, "But," Jul paused, and returned to her cart, emerging a moment later with a small bowl. She tossed it to Pasqually, and an identical one to Jasper.
The label read "DE-AGING CREAM"

"That will not be necessary!" The professor injected, "That is a job for my latest invention!" Everyone noticed a large machine was behind the team the entire time.

"That's an invention?" Munch began, "I thought it was a game."

"I present to you, the Googleplex Enterprises De-Agifier!"

Everyone sat in stunned disbelief, the consultants were planning to physically alter their minds and bodies.
The sudden silence was broken by Dr. Googleplex's last bit of information, "Patent Pending."

Agents A and B grabbed Jasper by the arms, his legs kicking and thrashing in the air. The men tossed him into the machine's main chamber, and Dr. Googleplex punched an equation into the computer, and hit a large red button. The mad scientist narrated, along as the machine tortured the dog inside. "First," he began, "A secret chemical formula shrinks the skin of the patient, removing all wrinkles from the subject's body," a large pulsating buzz now emanated from the chamber, along with Jasper's howls. The doctor explained, "Now, the subject is witnessing electric currents, that ride through the brain, altering the thought process," the cycle ended with a soft gush of air sound, "A standard run ends with a soothing run of helium gas, to higher the voice in pitch, and calm the subject down a bit."

The doors slid open, and Jasper toppled out, staggering across the floor, he approached his friends, looking at Pasqually, he fell over, and in a quiet, hoarse voice whispered, "Your turn."

Jasper was the second creature to be knocked out that evening.

The onslaught continued throughout the night, and into the wee hours of the following morning. The Pizza Time Players never returned from the overnight meeting, Chuck E. Cheese, Helen Henny, Jasper T. Jowls, Mr. Munch, and Pasqually Pieplate emerged from the restaurant as Munch's Make Believe Band.

As the group of happy, benevolent teenagers and young adults left the store Jul Kamen addressed her team, "Alright, Concept Unification Team, we've taken care of one half of them. Today, we rest, because tomorrow we'll be meeting with The Rock-afire Explosion."

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CLIFFHANGER!
I'll try to post more tommorow! =D

[Charon the Sabercat]

MIIIJIIIIINS! (runs and hides)

[theuberbob]

MIIIJIIIIINS! (runs and hides)


LOL!!! I wonder if you're onto something there...

-Bob-

[CEC3066]

More!!. this is GREAT! oh man if there was some way to secure the rights to the characters names & liknesses i think we'd have a great novel here. just flesh it out a bit.

[zeekeroo]

Thanks for the great tips! I was really worried I wouldn't be able to post a chapter today, but I pulled through!
Thanks for all the comments, and don't worry, it's going to get DEEP and a lot more detailed!
So, Here we go:

PART 6
All the tribes tell the same story. They are surrounded on all sides, the game is destroyed or driven away; they are left to starve, and there remains but one thing for them to do - fight while they can. -George Crook

"Thank you, and good night!" Fatz bellowed, as the curtains flew down.
The wide grin dissipated from his face, the moment he was out of public view.
"It's over," he sulked, "That was it." He paused for a moment, and suddenly, broke down to tears.

Seeing a gorilla cry is a terrible sight, like everything is impossible.
When tears began to roll down his leathery face, that was the moment for The Rock-afire Explosion, that they knew it definitely was over.
It was a moment equal to when the coach tells the eager team that game was lost before it was ended.

"It's over." He repeated himself several times to no one in particular.

Billy Bob looked at his feet. "It's not over yet, ya'all!"
The curtains flew open once again, and the Rock-afire saw a crowd of what seemed to be hundreds of fans, all screaming for an encore.

"They... they don't know!" Fatz began.

"And we don't have to tell 'em yet!" was the last thing Billy Bob said, before beginning the introductory chords for an iconic song of the band.

Everyone joined in to the hit song, Strain Your Brain, a true classic.

As Fatz began the scat section of the song, Billy Bob reached a paw into Looney Bird's barrel and came out with a colander, tossing it out to the audience, he screamed over the roars, "DO YOU LOVE US?!?!?"

After a unanimous "YES!" The bear returned to the barrel, emerging with more colanders.

The number was bittersweet. Performing for one of the largest crowds they had ever seen, playing a song that topped all of their set lists, but on the inside, they knew they would never perform again as The Rock-afire Explosion.

The song ended, the curtains closed and the band all exchanged high-fives, hugs, kisses, and congratulations'.

"So, uh," Duke fiddled with his drum sticks, "What do we do now?"

Fatz gulped, "I geuss we just," he started to get choked up again, and the band realized he sang through the whole encore with dry tears caking his face, "I guess we just, say good-bye,"

The band murmured, and suddenly Rolfe stepped forward, "Well, ta-ta! Good-bye! Au Revoir! Ciao! So long!"

Fatz gave him the coldest stare any mammal had seen since the dawn of time, Rolfe's tail instinctively dove between his legs.

"Y'know gang," Billy Bob started, "These folks can kick us out of ShowBiz Pizza Place, but that don't mean we gotta break up. Does it now?"

It suddenly dawned on the band that perhaps Concept Unification was just the end of a chapter in their lives. Possibly, ShowBiz was done with their music, but the world wasn't.

"They still love us, don't they?" He encouraged.

The band smiled upon all the possibilities, all of the doors that now opened up, but their dreams were cut short, the curtains abruptly opened to reveal an empty ShowBiz Pizza Place.

"Get off the stage!" Barked Jul Kamen.

They scurried away, out to the tables, not sure if they could leave.

The woman looked over her motley crew. Two men in suits, 3 or 4 Italian men in construction worker outfits, a man with shocked up hair, thick glasses, and a lab coat, and the blonde woman they had met with two days before. The woman that came to them with the bad news in the first place.

For a moment, Looney Bird pondered where he would be if the woman had never made it to the band. Since her arrival, their lives had been rocky, distraught with panic, and worry, insecurity, and every animal in the band held it on his or her own shoulders the feeling she had brought upon them. The feeling that The Rock-afire Explosion, or themselves personally, had failed.

"Construction will begin tomorrow, as you know," Jul began, she looked at the stage, "Destroy these props, they will not be used again."

Suddenly Billy Bob wanted to run up on the stage to retrieve a few of the things that he had lived among for the past 20 years.

"20 years," he thought aloud.

None of the band had noticed that the year 1990 was their twentieth anniversary, and after twenty years of performing in ShowBiz Pizza Place, it all ended now. It all ended because of this "Concept Unification"

The bear repeated himself, "20 years," and continued his thoughts.

The Rock-afire had been performing together for twenty years, and this woman, standing before him was trying to tear them down.
Little did she know, this band would not fall at the loss of a venue! This may even be good for the Rock-afire! Billy Bob smiled at his sudden grandiose thoughts, an animated series, a movie, their faces on the cover of tabloid magazines, winning a Grammy, hosting the Grammy Awards even!

Once again, at a regular speaking volume he said, "20 years."

"Mr. Brockali!" Jull snapped, is their something you'd like to share?"

Billy Bob, felt empowered, smiled at the woman, treating him as if he were once again in grade school, with his dreams, thoughts, ideas, and a two digit number fueling him, he asked, "Can we go now?"

Jul Kamen's mouth fell open in shock, she was tearing this bear down! All of his dreams had come to life, and were now dying before him, and he had the audacity to talk to her like that.

"Leave!" she hissed, "Don't ever set foot in a ShowBiz Pizza Place store again!"

"Don't worry," Mitzi said, as the band headed out, "We came here for the music, and it's not very good anymore."

Fatz, the last to leave, took a final look back at the stage, and noticed a lone figure standing upon it. He called, "Rolfe, time to leave, we've been kicked out!"

Rolfe stared at him.

Fatz called to the rest of the gang up ahead, and called to them, "Hang on guys!"

He stepped forward to Rolfe. As he lifted him from the stage, the two men in suits frowned.

"Don't move my performer!" Jul spoke knowingly, as if a detail had been removed from the information Fatz had received.

"You fired us," he replied dryly.

"I fired you." The words hung out into the dry air, and removed moisture from the primates mouth.

For a moment there was silence, which was broken by, who else, but Rolfe?

"That's your cue to skedaddle Fatzo," he began.

"But, soon, you'll be replaced! By The Pizza Time Players!"

"Hey," Rolfe began, "Whatever makes a buck, and hey, I can always say I worked a week longer then you."

Fatz leaped at the dog, "Why you--" He screamed, but midair and half-way to Rofle, he was pulled down from his flight. The two men in suits had grabbed his feet.

A shock ran through his body, and as a natural reflex, Fatz reached up, and punched one of the men with a sharp, hard, right hook. The man fell back, his jaw landed in an awkward position, broken. The man did not get back up.

Staring at his compatriot, passed out on the floor, the other man scrambled back.

Fatz gave Rolfe a stare, cold as night, "When you're through here, don't expect a place in The Rock-afire Explosion."

The giant animal began to make his way for the door, the other man retrieved the taser from his unconscious friend, and nervously approached Fatz.

As the man followed Fatz, suddenly the gorilla stopped, and lifted his leg, to a sharp crushing blow to the mans knee. It gave out under him, and snapped as he slid towards the floor. The others on the team looked away in disgust: The man's knee had bent forward, opposite of it's natural direction.

He looked at his leg, and fell to the floor; knocked out by his own fear.

[Charon the Sabercat]

OOooooo.

THESE ARE THING I LIKE IN FANFICTIONS:
1. Strict adherence to continuity.
2. Acknowledgement that animals are WAY tougher than human beings.
3. Quick updating.

You are doing all of them. I love this so much.

[theuberbob]

The only thing that kind of strikes a wrong chord with me is using Jul Kamen as one of the bad guys. I understand why it was done in terms of in the real world she was one of the folks who had to work on and did a lot of design work for Concept Unification, but as far as I know (from what I've read on the forum) in real life she seems to be a lovely lady who's been helpful to several folks around these parts and it almost seems wrong to cast her as an amoral villainess. I'd certainly hope she wouldn't take it personally.

-Bob-

[Blue Paratroopa]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT that was good!

That is so like Rolfe ditch the band like that. Joke's on him, because he ended up with one of the worst showtapes ever.

Are we going to hear about the gory details of Helen's makeover? And what about Munch's awful (IMO) new voice?

Anyways, this is amazing and I hope we all see more fanfics around here.

[Harmony Howlette]

The only thing that kind of strikes a wrong chord with me is using Jul Kamen as one of the bad guys. I understand why it was done in terms of in the real world she was one of the folks who had to work on and did a lot of design work for Concept Unification, but as far as I know (from what I've read on the forum) in real life she seems to be a lovely lady who's been helpful to several folks around these parts and it almost seems wrong to cast her as an amoral villainess. I'd certainly hope she wouldn't take it personally.

-Bob-
Yeah, I have to agree, haha.
I actually met Jul last year and she's awesome - really sweet and very talented, with a great sense of humor.
It's actually kind of funny to contrast her with the Jul in the story - they're very different, to say the least ;)

That bein' said, I'm digging the story so far...it seems that Concept Unification seems to be a great springboard for artists/writers in the community to elaborate on. All of the different interpretations on how it went down are a blast to read. I might have to do one of my own, eventually!

[zeekeroo]

The only thing that kind of strikes a wrong chord with me is using Jul Kamen as one of the bad guys. I understand why it was done in terms of in the real world she was one of the folks who had to work on and did a lot of design work for Concept Unification, but as far as I know (from what I've read on the forum) in real life she seems to be a lovely lady who's been helpful to several folks around these parts and it almost seems wrong to cast her as an amoral villainess. I'd certainly hope she wouldn't take it personally.


Stick with me. I have great plans for the character! i do know fully that she is a very nice woman, and I am by no means implying that she is not, trust me, you'll like the ending!
Soon, we'll be seeing an appearance by another real-life guy... not telling who, but his name rhymes with Faron Yechter.

[Blue Paratroopa]

Ooh, ooh! Are we gonna see Baron Rechter?

[Charon the Sabercat]

Or maybe Erin Lechter!

[Harmony Howlette]

Hannibal Lecter? ;)

[zeekeroo]

This is where it might get a little odd, as my ideas for the next couple chapters are fuzzy... But anyhoo, we rejoin the band, right where we left off:


PART 7

“Tough times are there so you can have a good time later on-- and really appreciate it!” -Anonymous

Fatz joined the rest of the band outside in the parking lot, glancing at his wris****ch, he noticed it was 3 o' clock in the morning, and the group were all too tired to do much.

"We need to find a place to crash," Beach Bear decided, "If we don't get some sleep soon, we'll lose it."

Fatz, silently agreeing, began to look at the motley crew, all half asleep. When did they become so tired? Was it because of the long night, or the emotional toll the pink slip had given them?

Duke was more out of it then usual, his eyelids were sliding down his face, he would catch them, open them, and repeat the cycle. Mitzi had her eyes wide-open, in the way you see children when they are tired, but trying to stay awake with the older kids.
Looney Bird had apparently gotten bored while waiting for Fatz to emerge, as he was already asleep in his barrel.

After asking if anyone had an apartment, or house nearby, to no avail, Fatz, Beach Bear, and Billy Bob collectively checked there wallets. Between the three, they had 22 dollars and 35 cents: not enough for a hotel room. Silently, the gorilla, assuming his position as leader, padded his way to the back of the shopping center. The group, without a word, followed.

Behind the stores, not a soul, car, or truck was seen. Fatz quickly located the backside of the Old Chinatown Buffet. A mountain of shiny, black trash bags stood, piled against the back of the building. Fatz motioned toward them, and lay among the garbage.

The Rock-afire Explosion, having lived in apartments supplied by ShowBiz Pizza Place for quite a while, fell asleep among the smell of wantons, soy sauce, and trash. It was not a pleasant arrangement, but they had nothing else, so they accepted it.

***

The band of dejected animals slept far into that day, and through the next day. All of them but one.

They were woken with a loud "BOOM!" and a cloud of thick green smoke filled the air around them.

Fatz jumped to the sky, throwing his hands up and bellowing, "I regret nothing!"

The band stared at him, and laughed, as Looney Bird emerged from his barrel.

Fatz's face was turning a dozen shades of red, a blush invisible through his dark skin, "What the hell is wrong with you?!?!?" He bellowed.

"I've done it," The bird cooed, "The legacy of The Rock-afire Explosion will live on forever!"

The band stared at him, prompting the feathered lunatic for an explanation.

He began speaking very rapidly, "By calculating the most inept surface tension of an object upon the Rock-afire stage, multiplying it by the thickness of each given prop, divided by velocity squared is equal to the formula of Infinatatum-Keepistratum!"

For a moment, there was utter silence, broken by Billy Bob saying, "Huh?"

Looney Bird closed his eyes, and sighing said, "I made this chemical. If we pour it on the stage, and props, they won't break."

It took a few seconds for the statement to sink into the brains of the animals, who soon reconvened there thoughts, and grinned.

Beach Bear repeated Looney's first announcement to the band, "The legacy of The Rock-afire Explosion will live on forever!"

Fatz added, "They can kick us out of stores but theres no way their gonna break our stuff!"

The band smiled upon their new plan, and vowed to place the chemical on every prop on the stage that night.

***

The Rock-afire has a plan, but will Looney's formula work? What is going on with the Pizza Time... ahem... excuse me, Munch's Make Believe Band? Find out on the next installment of Concept Loserfication!!!!

[Charon the Sabercat]

Man, you're working EVERYTHING into this!

[zeekeroo]

Chapter 8! The quote might be a little controversial... I'd like to make it clear I do not support this man, and think he's stupid, which is why I'm using the quote, because many people will disagree with his logic, which is what I want you to do.

PART 8
“Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future.” -Adolf Hitler

Dressed in black from head-to-toe, the Rock-afire Explosion crept around the shopping center, as they entered the soft glow of the lights from the nearby boutique, Fatz whispered them their directions, "Duke, Mitzi, you stay out here and keep watch, Beach Bear, Billy Bob, and Looney Bird will put the stuff on the stage."

"Uh, Fatz, uh, what are you gonna, uh, do?" Duke stammered.

"I got some business to take care of," He declared.
No one questioned him.

Beach Bear glanced into the window of the clothing store whose light they were using, a large woman was staring through the window at them.

"Yeah, guys lets move this along," The snow white bear started, "I don't want to be arrested."

At that, the band moved off. Duke hid behind a trash can on the sidewalk, Mitzi ducked away into the alley.

Those going to apply Looney's formula used Fatz's key, and ran to the stage.

Fatz padded off into the night.

***

"Alright people," Looney declared, "Listen up!"

"You have our undivided attention Looney," Billy Bob replied.

Looney Bird looked at their faces.
Of course, the two members of the band who were the most morally upstanding where the ones who were assigned to sabotage the stage, he sighed, with his head tucked into his wing, and began to explain what they were to do.

"Application instruction are as follows!" He began, "With the eyedroppers I have given you, put 5 drops of the formula on every item on our stage, this should increase the prop's breaking tensity 5 times."

The bears gulped, and headed for the jar.

***

Fatz felt the brisk air of late August brushing at his fur, making him shiver. He scanned the nearly empty parking lot quickly before locating a large Holiday Inn glaring over the shopping center, and bolted towards it.

He entered the store and immediately felt the warmth of the heater. Approaching the front desk he remembered the two week-long acting course ShowBiz had suggested he take.

"Um, ma'am," he addressed the woman sitting at the desk, "I am a waiter at the Bennigan's around the corner, I was serving a kind man, and accidently did not give him proper change! I was distraught when I found my error, and knew I had to fix it, the man mentioned he was staying here. Can you call him down?"

Fatz paused and felt his throat burn, he had been talking as high as he could sound, in order to sound innocent.

"He was a wolf, and I know you can't have too many wolves staying in your fine establishment."

The girl stared at the gorilla, listening to his sob story whilst chewing angrily on gum. Blowing a bubble, she picked up the phone and dialed "324," Rolfe's room number.

Fatz grabbed the phone, placing it back on the receiver, saying "You know what? My uncle is staying in this hotel, I think I'll go pay him a visit."

The girl, unfazed by the interaction, went back to chomping noisily on the pink blob.

Darting down the hall of the third floor, he anxiously searched for room number 324, finding it, he pondered what he should do. Deciding quickly, he knocked gently on the door and called, "Room service!"

From the inside he heard Rolfe say, "Took you long enough, I ordered my sponge bath half-an-hour ago!"

Fatz shivered from the thought of Rolfe taking a sponge bath, "He better have his shirt on," he muttered.

After a few short moments, a fully-clothed Rolfe came to the door. "We can start with the massage and then--" He looked and saw his performing partner, "You're not room service!" He said.

At that Fatz punched him in the face, knocking him back into the room, Fatz entered after him, delivering several hooks and jabs to the egotistical comedian.

Pausing for a moment, Fatz spoke to the wolf, now sporting a black eye.

"This is for being a jerk." Fatz delivered a punch directly into Rolfe's nose.
"This is for not wearin' a colander." Another punch in the same direction.
"This is for putting Frank Sinatra to shame and lip singin' at the same time." A third blow to the nose.
"This is for being a jerk." Fatz continued his punching.
"This is for telling Looney Bird he was dumb."
"This is for being dumb yourself!"
"This is for ditching the Rock-afire."
"This is for making Canada start World War IV, attack America, and send troops to Europe."

Fatz knew Rolfe had never caused international strife, but had run out of reasons to punch him, and punching him felt good.

After many more attacks directly to Rolfe's nasal cavity, he stepped back.

Rolfe spoke, "What's wrong with you?"

The repeated assault on Rolfe's nose had affected his voice, changing it drastically.

"You deserved every last blow."

Fatz began to walk out of the room, but before leaving noticed Earl, sitting on the bed, motionless, "I'm sorry you had to see that, from all those hits to the head, Rofle'll be so dumb, he won't know how to spell your name!"

Tossing the puppet to the bed, Fatz felt one thousand pounds lighter, that he had just given Rolfe twenty years worth of bodily pain and punishment, in just a few minutes.

***

Beach Bear and Billy Bob hesitated, to put the chemical on the props, Looney egged them on: "Come on!" he howled, "Don't be such scaredy cats!"

Duke and Mitzi burst into the store, startling Looney Bird, who threw his wings up, losing his grip on the jar of formula.

As the jar soared through the air, the world stopped, or at least slowed down.

Every person in the room saw it fly toward the back wall, shattering along the sign with the band's logo.

For a moment, everyone stood, silent, waiting for an explosion, fire, disintegration.

After the pause, where not a soul dared to breath, Beach Bear broke the silence, "Well, that will be one indestructible sign."

Mitzi began, "Somebody's comin' and there headed here and we're gonna end up in jail!" The mouse wailed.

Beach Bear ran to comfort her, as he began to think of a plan.

"Alright, let's go out the back door, head over to the back of Old Chinatown Buffet and wait for Fatz."

The animals silently fulfilled Beach Bear's orders, rushing out to the back, just as the door opened.

"Hey guys!" The voice calling, was the unmistakably belonging to Fatz Geronimo. He ran to them, and reinstated Beach Bear's plan of action.

Returning to their living place, they began to recount the tale of what happened.
Fatz received a stern "Talking-to" from Mitzi about his hostility to Rolfe as they sidled off to sleep.

***

The Rock-afire's plan... kind of worked! But will they be located? Will Rolfe report Fatz's rampage to the authorities? What happens when The Rock-afire meets with an agent from the firm that has been their manager since 1981?

Be sure to stay tuned for Chapter 9 of the hit fanfic that has every mouse, bear, gorilla, dog, monster, spider, wolf, bird, puppet, and Italian man talking: Concept Loserfication!

[Rockafirecheese]

Nice! Ill have to read it when I get home from work!

[Charon the Sabercat]

SO much continuity! I LOVE IT SO FRIKKIN' MUCH. I can't get enough!

[Harmony Howlette]

"This is for not wearin' a colander." Another punch in the same direction.
Hahaha. This is my favorite part.

[zeekeroo]

Chapter 9!

PART 9
"Borrow trouble for yourself if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbors." -Rudyard Kipling

Beach Bear awoke and looked around, seeing a large pack of animals asleep in a heap of trash bags was a comical sight. He did not want to awaken any of his friends from their slumber, so he decided to take a walk around the shopping center.

As he made his way past the stores and restaurants, he saw nothing unusual, no police cars were in front of the ShowBiz Pizza Place, they had apparently not noticed last night's break-in, "We're just super sleuths," Beach Bear joked to himself, "No one can catch us, we're like black in the night," the bear chuckled, until he saw a large mob standing in front of the Holiday Inn.

As he hurriedly made his way over to massive hotel, seeing 2 police cars and an ambulance, he began to worry, and hope to death that a wolf would not be sent away on a stretcher.

When he saw an elderly man was being placed in the ambulance, Beach Bear breathed a nearly silent, "Thank you,"

"Well Beach Bear, I never knew you hated that man so much!"

The bear whipped around and saw Rolfe staring at him, "What is wrong with your voice," he blurted.

"Oh, yeah, as if Fatz hasn't told you!" He laughed.

"No, really, he hasn't," Beach Bear began, "We haven't had much time to talk," Beach Bear was choosing his words carefully, so Rolfe would not learn of the band's misadventures the night before, "We've been busy," he finally said.

"Oh yes," Rolfe began sarcastically, "Because a group of unemployed animals has so much to do."

"We've been meeting with agents and that sort of thing,"

"Oh really?" Rolfe began, "Any leads,"

"Please," Beach Bear began, "We're the Rock-afire Explosion! Of COURSE we have LEADS!"

The wolf looked him straight in the eyes, saw his sincerity, and broke his gaze. Suddenly, Rolfe realized that his former partners were in better shape then he was, in a week, he would also be out of work. He gulped, and finally said, "Wellif you ever need a comedian," he was swiftly interrupted

"If we ever need a comedian, we'll find someone funny," And at that, Beach Bear turned and walked away.

Suddenly it dawned onto him, why hadn't Rolfe reported Fatz's assault the night before, "Probably something to do with his pride," he decided.

He chuckled and returned to the backside of the Old Chinatown Buffet, where he found the band fully awake, with a new friend.

"Beach Bear!" They all said, as he entered their make-shift domicile.

"I talked to Rolfe," he began, only to be stopped.

"Hiya Beach Bear," said a familiar voice.

"Aaron!" He said, as he ran over to deliver a playful punch into their agent's arm.

"So what's the deal Mr. Fechter," Billy Bob inquired, "You been finding us any good jobs?"

The man suddenly aged, frowning he replied, "No, I've hardly slept, trying to find gigs, record labels, and venues for you guys, it seems everyone is scared of a ShowBiz law suit."

"But we're done with them!" Mitzi protested.

"But they don't know that," Aaron sighed, "I'll keep all of your phone numbers, if anything turns up, I'll call, but I think it might be best if you all head home..." He began to tear up, seeing the band he had lived for, for twenty years fall apart. He had written so many shows, helped open so many ShowBiz stores, designed so much merchandise... and now it was all done for.

Everyone slowly began to fall apart, and before long a group of animals and a grown man were bawling in an alleyway, knowing that they had to depart. They had had a dream, to make music, to entertain kids.

That dream came to life. They saw as everything they ever wanted came flying towards them, but now, it was over.

The Rock-afire Explosion was breaking up.

[zeekeroo]

So what did everyone think of Chapter Nine? Chapter ten will be later today, or [more likely] tomorrow and I want it to be BIG! (Why? Because it's number 10! I didn't expect it to get past three!)

I run a little CEC/RAE fan site with another member of this board, and I'm trying to think of a way to tie in that website.

I also want to say to EVERYONE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE POSITIVE FEEDBACK! You all are the reason I keep writing this, some of you *Cough Cough Charon Cough Cough* are more into then others, some of you are reading in silent, and I just want to thank everyone! It's been a lot of fun so far, and I have a lot of plans for this fanfic, and maybe even future fanfics!

But we shouldn't start talking about what's next when we aren't done with what is now. Concept Loserfication is far from done!
I've had this story in my head for AGES, and man is it nice to be writing it and putting it out there (And getting amazing feedback)

If you keep reading, I'll keep writing!

[zeekeroo]

Also, I've noticed that some people have stopped commenting. Did something go wrong in the story that you didn't like?

I'd really appreciate any and all feedback, positive or negative!

Another thing- Currently the project has 7,545 words, enough to make it a novella!


Short Story: 2,000 - 7,500 words.

Novella/Novelette: 7,000 - 40,000 words.

Novel:45,000 - 150,000 (And above)

So it makes me wonder- what if this become a novel length thing? Wouldn't that be so cool?!

I have TONS of ideas on what I can do with the finished product... some are cool, some are friggin' awesome!

[Charon the Sabercat]

You mean this isn't the end? MADE OF WIN, I thought this was gonna be the last chapter? (does a happy dance)

Sorry about the lack of immediate review, but sometimes you just gotta be patient. You're doing a great job!

[JoshBrown]

zeekeroo- this is absolute GOLD! I am definitiely getting into reading this!!

Keep up the amazing work!

Josh

[zeekeroo]

You mean this isn't the end? MADE OF WIN, I thought this was gonna be the last chapter? (does a happy dance)

Sorry about the lack of immediate review, but sometimes you just gotta be patient. You're doing a great job!

What??!?!? Why on Earth would I end on such a low note? Tomorrow we will be seeing the return of MMBB, and learn a bit more about The fate of The Rock-afire!

[zeekeroo]

This one gets a little interesting! There are two references: a Sesame Street reference, and a Pixar reference, first one to find each gets immortalized in future Chapters with a cameo appearance.
You can only win one of the two contests, so nobody go pointing out both, only one!!! Two references, Two winners.
Many Will Enter, Few Will Win.


PART 10
Saying goodbye, why is it sad? Makes us remember the good times we had. So much to say, foolish to try. It's time for saying goodbye. -From The Song Saying Goodbye from The Muppets Take Manhatten

Their flights all left within hours of each other. Aaron was so bummed he had paid their airfare.

"Flight A113 to Tenesse is now boarding," said a woman, over an intercom.

At the announcement of his flight, Billy Bob lost all composure, bawling his eyes out, "Oh guys! Will I ever miss you! Promise me ya'all'll write!"

A security guard approached the bear and asked him to stop making a scene, which only escalated the pain inside of him. He walked over to the boarding area, sobbing softly all the way.

Mitzi was the next to be taken.

A man and woman mice entered the airport lobby, it was not difficult to locate their daughter. "Come now, Mitzi dear," the man spoke through his mustache.

Mitzi through herself to Beach Bear, sobbing in his white fur. "Beach!" She began, "I don't want to leave you, don't make me mom!"

Beach Bear patted her on the back, as the woman on the intercom blared, "CTW Flight 118 is now boarding to New York,"

"That's me," Duke began.
Mitzi through herself into him, screaming, "Duke! Oh Duke! Duke!"

"Now, um, Mitzi, uh, um," Duke's impediment, was only exxagerated by the tears forming in his throat, he finally formed words, "Make sure you visit Mitzi,"

"Yeah, you better visit all of us Mitzi," Fatz bellowed, then turned to her parents, "Thank you Mister & Missus Mozzarella," he began, "You got an angel of a daughter right there, I can't thank you enough for sharing us with her," Fatz began to choke up, a single tear trickled down his face as Mitzi glomped the gorilla with all her heart and soul.

"Oh, Fatz, listen her," She said, "You better not hurt nobody! And be good to Esmeralda Jones!"

"Oh Mitzi, I love you," was all he could manage to say.

After the Mozzarella family had departed for the long drive home, Fatz looked at the motley crew of Aaron, Beach Bear, Looney Bird, and himself.

Beach Bear departed to the tune of fist bumps and high-fives.

"Fatz, I better see you down in SoCal," he said, "Same to you Looney!" And at that, he left.

Fatz held his pet spider, Antioch, in his palm, stroking it gently.

The intercom spoke once again, "Flight 243 to Louisiana is now boarding."

Fatz gently hit Looney Bird on the back of his head, and left their presence.

Aaron turned to Looney Bird, "Which flight are you taking?"

Looney Bird was silent, looking out the window with a dead stare at the plane containing Beach Bear, as it lifted off.

"Uh, Looney Bird?" He said.

"I don't got a plane," Looney finally replied dryly, "I got no where to go," he bawled.

"Looney Bird, your welcome to come to my house," he offered, Looney Bird nodded, and they left the airport.

A part of every member of The Rock-afire Explosion died that day. The week had been terrible, with the exception of their final show. The had been fired, double-crossed by the company that employed them, they had been told that they would not be able to find work, they broke up, they departed from the friends they have been living with for 20 years.

And as the two left that day in silence, as they drove back to Aaron's office, both of them had a dream.

They both knew that the Rock-afire had to reunite, but had no idea how that could be.

***

The rehearsal room that had once belonged to the Rock-afire Explosion was now being inhabited by Munch's Make Believe Band, a group of musicians, who had received plastic surgery, and been mentally brainwashed by their employers, all in a few short days. Jul Kamen stood at their head, playing the piano to their new show.

Suddenly a construction worker entered the room, "Miss. Kamen," he began, "We have a problem."

"Go on," she replied.

"You told us to destroy all of the props," He nervously proceeded.

"Yes," came another dry reply.

"Well, one of them won't break."

"Which one?" She inquired.

"The sign,"

For a moment, there was silence. "Run over it with a van."

The man nodded, and retreated from the room.

Jul turned back to the band, "Are you all ready to go to your new home in Texas?" she said, perhaps too enthusiastically.

Chuck E. jumped to the air, pumping his fists, "Yeah!" Chuck E. had just received his helium for the day.

"Great to hear!"

And on that note, a note of brainwashing, they departed for the airport.

[Charon the Sabercat]

... why did Duke go to New York? Did you mean New Orleans?

[JoshBrown]

Well CTW flight 118 might have some sort of meaning :D

Josh

Childrens Television Workshop....Sesame Street, has won 118 Emmys in its span...

[raebigc]

the story's good so far dude.

[zeekeroo]

... why did Duke go to New York? Did you mean New Orleans?

Dang it! I knew it wasn't New York! Darn it. Let's pretend, it said Orleans...


Well CTW flight 118 might have some sort of meaning :D

Childrens Television Workshop....Sesame Street, has won 118 Emmys in its span...

ding ding ding ding! We have a winner. But it actually goes deeper then that! In the first Sesame Street movie, Follow That Bird, when Big Bird arrives in Illinois, their is an announcer on a PA says "CTW Flight 118 has just arrived from New York" the 118 is just a freaky coincidence!

CLIP: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og6MRKdI3H8

So JoshBrown has won himself a cameo appearance in Concept Loserfication! Do YOU want to be immortalized in this fabulous fanfic? Find The Pixar reference! (this one is harder)

JoshBrown- I assume you want to be called Josh in the story?

[JoshBrown]

Yes, Josh would be great lol....freaky about the coincidence between the 118s....

[Charon the Sabercat]

Pixar? Hard NOT! A113 is the classroom from California Institute of the Arts that people have been slipping into movies since Star Wars.

[Harmony Howlette]

Pixar? Hard NOT! A113 is the classroom from California Institute of the Arts that people have been slipping into movies since Star Wars.
For bonus trivia - A113 happens to be the Character Animation classroom ;)

[Charon the Sabercat]

For bonus trivia - A113 happens to be the Character Animation classroom ;)

Thank you! I can never remember WHAT class A113 is...

[zeekeroo]

Pixar? Hard NOT! A113 is the classroom from California Institute of the Arts that people have been slipping into movies since Star Wars.

Yes, but Pixar puts the number A113 into everyone of their features. So, regardless of my trivia shortcomings Charon, I'll write you a cameo. :D
Harmony, since you helped out I can give you a cameo too. :D

What name do you want to appear as?

As a side note, I set up a word count meter:
http://pizzajamz.webs.com/conceptloserfication-wordcount.html

That is somewhat discouraging, somewhat encouraging...

Please, continue to leave feedback! I can handle some negative feedback! In fact negative feedback would be helpful and appreciated!

[Harmony Howlette]

Yes, but Pixar puts the number A113 into everyone of their features. So, regardless of my trivia shortcomings Charon, I'll write you a cameo. :D
Harmony, since you helped out I can give you a cameo too. :D

What name do you want to appear as?

As a side note, I set up a word count meter:
http://pizzajamz.webs.com/conceptloserfication-wordcount.html

That is somewhat discouraging, somewhat encouraging...

Please, continue to leave feedback! I can handle some negative feedback! In fact negative feedback would be helpful and appreciated!
Haha, why thank you :) just 'Harmony' is fine!

[zeekeroo]

Harmony, Charon, and Josh- Your Cameos will come up soon! I promise! This chapter was outlined before you won.

And now we bend the space time continuum! The end of Chapter 10 takes place and the beginning of Chapter 10, and Chapter 11 overlaps Chapter 10, to clear that up a bit!

PART 11
An idea isn't responsible for the people who believe it. -Don Marquis

Jul Kamen was kind enough to drive the band to the airport, for their depart to Texas, where the new office buildings, recording studios, and rehearsal rooms would be.

Jasper, eagerly awaiting to return to his home at the Lone Star State, bounced in the van, an action he ceased after receiving a glare from Jul.

The car was silent.
The only noise the pack of animals heard was the air outside on the highway, and the breathing, and occasional sigh, from those inside.

At the start of that week, the noise would have been taken quite contentedly with Helen. But now, after the extensive surgery and brainwashing, she could not stand it.

For a few minutes she bounced her knee, trying to keep her mind occupied. When the leg movement did not soothe her attention, she began to hum a number she would be performing in the new show, this action caused Jul to whip around twice, ordering the bird to stop, causing her to almost miss the exit, and nearly drive off the road.
Needless to say, Helen was silent for the rest of the drive.

The van finally pulled into the airport parking lot, Jul paid the parking rate, and stopped the van.

Jasper pulled his thin body out of the car, his denim overalls chafing against the van’s leather upholstery. Staring at the massive building, he removed his hat and gawked, “Wee Donkey!” Were the only words he could manage to form in his amazement.

His enthrallment only doubled when an airplane lifted off, and another landed a moment or two later. The giant crafts amazed the simple country dog, having never seen an airplane up close, only the jet the band and he used to get to various performing venues and stores.

The 5 and a half foot tall dog appeared as a child on his first trip to Disneyland. Everything intrigued him, amazed him, or enthralled him. The baggage carousel was very tempting to jump onto for the canine, an urge put to rest the moment Jul saw his eyes.

“Don’t do a thing that you’ll regret,” she snarled at him.
Jul dispensed the tickets to the band, and suddenly something off in the distance caught her eye. She saw Fatz Geronimo, from the Rock-afire, Mitzi Mozzarella clinging to his massive body.

She eyed the Rock-afire for only a few moments when she noticed the bands agent approaching her.

“Kamen,” He retorted.
“Fechter,” She returned.

The Rock-afire was too busy with their painful good-byes to notice their loss of company.

“Who do you think you are?” Aaron scowled at the woman, who was considerably taller then he was.

“I don’t know what you mean,” She sarcastically told him, with a smirk.

“You were the one behind this Concept Unification thing? Weren’t you?”

The woman smiled warily, blinking at the man, “It wasn’t all my decision,”

“This was,” Aaron reached into his knapsack, removing a photograph of The Rock-afire Explosion sign, covered with tire tracks.

Jul giggled, “They did an excellent job of that, didn’t they?” She then began to imagine how on Earth he could of gotten a picture of an event that only happened a few hours before their departure.

Aaron began to walk away, gliding past her and away from the Rock-afire, “I’m blowing off steam!” was the answer the fuming man gave to the woman’s silent inquiries.

The woman smiled at herself. She had never liked Aaron. She always did as much as she could to tear at him.

It was right about then, that Jul Kamen began to change.
Glancing towards the Rock-afire Explosion, she saw Beach Bear exchange a high-five with the Looney Bird, he seemed high spirited, telling his friends to visit and write, but the moment he was behind Fatz and Looney Bird, he stopped walking, put his hands into his face, rubbing it, and cried.

Jul felt a nervous twitch. Beach Bear had not cried since joining the Rock-afire, at least to her knowledge.

Her head returned to the remaining members of The Rock-afire. Looney Bird was straight-faced, but clearly upset and worried.

She glanced up at Fatz Geronimo, the toughest thing, man or beast, she had ever known. Tears were streaming down his face.

Water gushed from his eyes.

The animal that could lift her van, and break her arm just by squeezing it, was crying.

Jul felt sorry for the animal, and then felt her stomach drop.

Why was this beast crying? Because of her.

Why was the Rock-afire experiencing such misery? Because of her.

Why were the best of friends departing? Because of her.

The source of The Rock-afire Explosion’s misery, the reason they were all shedding tears, from the small Mitzi, to the behemoth that was Fatz, was all her.

Of course, she knew very well that it wasn’t entirely her own fault, but she thought: what would of happened, had she not fought for her paycheck, but for what was fair?

What if she would of thought of others, mainly, The Rock-afire, before herself?

Perhaps this would of never occurred. Perhaps Mitzi Mozzarella would still be giggling with joy, perhaps Fatz Geronimo would still be threatening Rolfe DeWolf bodily harm. Perhaps these innocent, and kind creatures would not be filing for unemployment.

It was at this moment, that Jul Kamen changed.
Something inside of her snapped, or maybe she was a real world example of the climax of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, her heart might of grown three sizes.

She departed from the airport, she would be flying to Texas in a few days, and for hours, she sat in the car, running her hands along the wheel, and fingering the gear, pondering her existence, and how selfish, cruel, and evil she had been.

Jul Kamen was the first being to cry on the winning side of Concept Unification.

[Pasqually's Apprentice]

Hey guys!

Just came back to this forum after a few months gone...and I gotta say I LOVE IT! Reads kinda like a "Behind the Music" special on the bands would.

Looking forward to the character's cameos as well...Hopefully there might be some more hidden references in the future?...Even if there isn't, it's still an AWESOME story which explains a whole lot! Can't wait for the next chapter!

[Charon the Sabercat]

Aw man... Beach Bear crying never really hit me until this chapter. But what really depressed me was the poor Make Believe Band! They're like that family of kids with the overbearing mom that won't let them, for lack of a better phrase, "be a kid".

[zeekeroo]

Hey guys!

Just came back to this forum after a few months gone...and I gotta say I LOVE IT! Reads kinda like a "Behind the Music" special on the bands would.

Looking forward to the character's cameos as well...Hopefully there might be some more hidden references in the future?...Even if there isn't, it's still an AWESOME story which explains a whole lot! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Thanks!
Hopefully, I can throw in some more references! I had those Muppet lyrics in my mind FOREVER for the chapter that sees the RAE break up!

Chapter 12 later!

[zeekeroo]

This one is short, but features a surprise for Josh, Charon and Harmony!
22%!
http://pizzajamz.webs.com/conceptloserfication-wordcount.html


PART 12

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. -George Eliot

The ride back to Aaron's building was painfully quiet.

Aaron’s blue pick-up rocked and bounced, tossing it’s riders to and fro. Looney Bird’s last ride in the clunker ended unpleasantly, with a green face, and Aaron screaming bloody murder about his “Ruined seats.”

His face was stern, hardened into anger, he could hardly speak.

Looney Bird, being frightened by the silence, began to make conversation, “So,” He started, “How about them Gators?”

“I don’t watch college football,” Aaron replied, coldly.

Looney Bird sighed, “So, how’s Creative doing?” The bird was sure that Aaron had some sort of project going on at his company, now that their management of The Rock-afire was done.

“Most of our workers got laid off,” the words were isolated and hung in the air, “The few that were left couldn’t afford the pay cut, and left on their own,”

Looney Bird was shocked, “So, you went under?!?”

“Nope, but it’s just me now,” he began, “Well, I guess, me and you.”

Looney Bird suddenly felt himself smile for the first time that week, the prospect of working with a genius like Aaron, as partners, was a fun thought, an idea that he liked, the first idea he had liked in a while.

“What are we going to do?” Looney asked.

“Not a clue,” he replied.

The rest of the ride was silent.

***
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. –From Aesop’s The Lion and The Mouse

The newly-reborn Jul Kamen pondered her epiphany, whilst she drove, she located the street which her office was on, and turned.

As she drove down the familiar road, she noticed someone. Everyday, coming to work, and leaving, she saw the same man, with a long beard, laced with dirt and soot. She drove by the old man, twice, or three times, a day. But this time, did something different, revolutionary, even. She stopped the van, opened the door, and stepped out onto the street, walking in front of the car, she saw the man asleep under the bus stop bench. She shook his shoulder.

The man woke with a start, looking around, wide-eyed, “No, I’m just nappin’ officer! I swear, I ain’t asking for money, or nothin’,”

The man mumbled, and slurred his words, “It’s okay,” Jul began, “Here, take this,” she handed the man a crisp $20 bill, turned and got back in the car, as she looked back, she received a big toothy grin.

She smiled. It felt good.

She pulled into her parking spot, and gazed at the nearly empty parking lot, everyone else had gone to the Texas offices already. She stepped out from her car and smelled a deep whiff of the fresh air, noticing for the first time that the sun was a beautiful thing.

Suddenly, a bright green ball, bounced towards her, stopping at her feet. Soon thereafter, a boy with short curly hair and an abundance of freckles ran up to the ball, noticed Jul and started to run from her, leaving the ball behind.

The neighborhood kids had been chastised on multiple accounts not to play in the parking lot, but Jul knew this ball was harmless.

Ball in hand, she walked around her van and saw the boy standing with two girls, “Josh!” One girl retorted to the boy, this girl had thick black hair, and was slightly shorter then the boy.

“I tried Harmony!” Jul giggled at the boy’s voice, and that the children had not noticed her presence.

“Hard not!” The other girl yelled, “You told me you would get my ball back!”

“Charon! I tried! I did, but the lady was there, and she might of,” the boy paused, as he thought of what terror the woman could of punished him with, Jul stepped in, she did not want to know how evil she looked.

“Here’s your ball,” she said softly, letting the ball fall to the ground in front of them.

She walked into the building, and laughed to herself as the girls teased Josh, “Yeah Josh,” Harmony started, “She was just terrible!”

Charon continued, “Bad to the bone!”

Josh howled like a monster, and chased the girls off to the adjacent street, where their giggles lasted the whole afternoon.

Inside the building, Jul’s heart swelled. It felt good to do good.
She smiled and whistled as she cleared out her desk.

[JoshBrown]

wow...if that dont make me feel younger... :) just awesome man...this thing is amazing :)

oh and on a personal note, since im a tech at CEC, Sometimes, when I go into an ex-showbiz, I can totally picture myself doing a reverse concept unification.........is that a bad thing? lol...

[Rockafirecheese]

wow...if that dont make me feel younger... :) just awesome man...this thing is amazing :)

oh and on a personal note, since im a tech at CEC, Sometimes, when I go into an ex-showbiz, I can totally picture myself doing a reverse concept unification.........is that a bad thing? lol...

One way to imagine yourself doing a reverse concept unification is to watch the three CU segments backwards. :))

[Charon the Sabercat]

(SNRK) "Hard not" is gonna be my new catchphrase. Thank you so much, Zeekers! That made my day!

[Harmony Howlette]

Haha, look at us...all playin' in the parking lot...I was such a brat :))
Good show, Zeekeroo!

[zeekeroo]

wow...if that dont make me feel younger... :) just awesome man...this thing is amazing :)

oh and on a personal note, since im a tech at CEC, Sometimes, when I go into an ex-showbiz, I can totally picture myself doing a reverse concept unification.........is that a bad thing? lol...
Your a tech?!?! I wish I would of known! I could of made you a tech instead of a random child who plays in highways! :))


(SNRK) "Hard not" is gonna be my new catchphrase. Thank you so much, Zeekers! That made my day!

hahha glad you caught it!


Haha, look at us...all playin' in the parking lot...I was such a brat :))
Good show, Zeekeroo!

Glad you guys enjoyed it! I've seen pics of Harmony around the forum, like her ex-avatar (She changes like every week!) of her with the Harmony bot, but I took a stab in the dark at Josh and Charon.

And we'll be getting back to the characters soon! I promise! This next chapter will return us to CEI! Coming... later.

[zeekeroo]

New chapter tomorrow! I swear!
I've been swamped with writing for work and that has been eating up a lot of my time!
I have to have all of my Christmas stuff done and finalized by the end of the month, so I've been working my butt off on that.

[Rockafirecheese]

Looking forward to it!

[theuberbob]

While reading the last chapter I imagined the homeless fellow that Jul give the $20 to as the forgotten, down and out Uncle Klunk. For some reason it made me happy.

-Bob-

[zeekeroo]

Here it is guys! It's a short one, but I'm already working on Chapter 14, and that will probably come out later today. :D
Sorry for the massive delay, but we now veer away from Jul Kamen, to two of our other friends.


PART 13

Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard. -Dave Mustaine

Aaron slumped down in his chair, slamming his head down onto the desk.

Looney Bird, feeling sympathetic for the man, patted him on the back, “Y’know Aaron,” he said, “You told me once that when other people try to pull you down, you don’t let ‘em do it, you pop back up with a new idea!”

Aaron sighed, “Well Looney,” he paused, “I guess your right, we have to earn money somehow.”

Looney Bird began to think, “But how?” He muttered.

The brainstorming session that followed was a productive one. The two came up with brilliant ideas, but all of them had one problem: they had no income coming into Creative Engineering.

“Well,” Looney Bird began, “We’ll have to create a product using what we have already!”

For a moment, Aaron thought, with his hand to his chin, he muttered and pondered what their product could be.

Looney, having no idea of Creative’s stock or resources, stared at Aaron, hoping he would think of something.

“Well,” he started, “We still own all the names and shows the Rock-afire performed,” he began, “What if, we could re-do it.”

Looney Bird was confused, “Re-do the Rock-afire? I don’t think they could perform anywhere where there wasn’t pizza and kids.”

Aaron, suddenly filled with life, “We could open a new restaurant!”

The man who wouldn’t of cared if lightening struck him and taken his life 5 minutes ago, now sported a large grin, he jumped up from his chair, his thoughts reeling, and barked at Looney Bird, “Come here!”

Aaron navigated through the hallways, as Looney Bird played duckling, close behind the man.

There minds reeled. Aaron’s with his grandiose dreams for the Rock-afire, this new restaurant, and thoughts of crushing Chuck E. Cheese; Looney Bird’s with worry for Aaron, as if enough was not enough.

They finally entered a room with a large white board, a table, and a large number of chairs.

Aaron ran over to the whiteboard, and began scribbling onto it’s surface, the chicken scratch read: “The NEW Rock-afire Explosion, and Looney Bird’s restaurant!!”

Looney Bird sighed, staring at the pitch on the board, “You want me to be the mascot?”

“Sure! With you as my new partner, it’s the least I could do!”

Partner.

The word echoed in the bird’s head.

He smiled at the idea, and nodded.

“What’s the plan Fechter?”

Aaron grinned, “Alright Looney Bird! Let’s get cracking!”

The bird stood up, his barrel clanking and knocking the chairs.

“Wait here! I have a great idea!” Aaron squealed like a 4 year old on Christmas.

He returned a few moments later with two matching white lab coats, he put on of them on, and handed the other to Looney Bird.

The barrel was retired immediately.

[raebigc]

omg, this is a great fanfic so far dude.

[Charon the Sabercat]

MIJJIIIIINS! (ducks and covers) Oh geez, I almost don't wanna read knowing how this is gonna bomb... ALMOST. (bookmarks the thread)

[zeekeroo]

MIJJIIIIINS! (ducks and covers) Oh geez, I almost don't wanna read knowing how this is gonna bomb... ALMOST. (bookmarks the thread)

We have a while to go before that happens! =D

Thanks again to everybody for the positive feedback, I've been worried that these last few chapters dragged, but I guess not! It is a slight shift of gears from the action-packed thing before, with the RAE as the main characters, now it seems Looney and Aaron are the big guys. In the chapter I'm about to post we see more Aaron and Looney, but I think after that, tomorrow I'm going to bring back Jul Kamen and MMBB.

[zeekeroo]

Here it is: Chapter 14!

PART 14

An idea is salvation by imagination. -Frank Lloyd Wright

It was a funny sight.

A man in his forties and a bird with colorful feathers adorning the top of his head, wearing lab coats and frantically scribbling on a white board.

The exchange of ideas was so fast, by the end of the day, neither of them had any idea who wrote what, or who came up with which idea.

The duo had this written on the board in small print, surrounding Aaron’s first pitch, “The NEW Rock-afire Explosion, and Looney Bird’s restaurant!!”

“Dancing!”

“Rotating stages!”

“More lights!”

“Characters lose weight!”

“No Rolfe!”

”Better sound system!”

Aaron stared at the board and sighed with his happiness. Removing a piece of paper from a nearby drawer, Aaron started to pen a pitch statement for the new show. It read:

“The Rock-afire Explosion has ended it’s term in ShowBiz Pizza place, but the band is getting back together for a brand new multimedia extravaganza! With more music, an enhanced sound system, breathtaking lights, and astonishing choreography, this Rock-afire will be no group of animals singing in the forest! This is the greatest band of the eighties rocking out on stage!”

The pitch went on to describe the shows design, and a spot in which Aaron wrote, “Place sketch here.”

While Aaron was putting his business and salesman skills to work, Looney Bird was hunched over at a drawing table that Aaron had dragged from the closet, designed the stage.

The two finished their work at about the same time, setting their pencils down, they looked at each other, and then at the room.

Their surroundings were terrible. Chairs strewn about, a table overturned in the excitement, Looney Bird perched above a drawing table, which was a skew, and other madness surrounded them.

“Why don’t we clean up this room a bit.” Aaron said.

Looney Bird hadn’t noticed the wreckage until Aaron made this statement, “That’s probably a good idea,” Looney Bird said.

The two spent the last few hours of the day turning the meeting room of a large company, into a brainstorming workshop and office for two.

The room looked amazing, a place where true inventors would work. The room was now occupied by the drawing board, one table, a desk, a corkboard, and the whiteboard. A majority of the chairs had been moved out, leaving only a few.

Aaron had shelves to the walls, where he displayed models and plushies of the Rock-afire, and his many other inventions and bands.

After working alongside Aaron for a day, Looney no longer felt amazed to work with him, he was excited nonetheless, but most of his excitement was now the prospect of working in this amazing room for a living.

Looney Bird announced his excitement, as he called out, “Aaron Fechter and Looney Bird’s Design Studio/Brainstorming Room/Office!”

Aaron chuckled, and the two spent the next few minutes coming up with a shorter name.

“How about, ‘The Lab,’” Aaron suggested.

Looney grinned, “I like it, I’ve always wanted a lab!”

Aaron laughed, as he and Looney Bird retreated to the car, and back to Aaron’s home.

Looney Bird retired in the guest room, and Aaron in his own room.

As the house settled in for the night, a dog-tired Looney Bird smiled, “I thought life without the Rock-afire would be dull,” he chuckled, “Even if we don’t bring the band back together, this is going to be one heck of a life.”

He smiled and made a note to write a letter to Billy Bob the next day at the lab.

In his last moments before sleep, he glanced over at the wall, where his lab coat was hung, he smiled, a shed a tear of joy, for the happy life he had ahead of him.

***

Come back tomorrow for Chapter 15! We see the return of MMBB and Jul Kamen!

[Isabella Price]

Oh man, WOW. I accidentally clicked on the link to your fanfic in your signature and figured since I did so I might as well ready a little.

And, wow! That was absolutely spectacular! You capture the characters so well, you have a great sense of mood, and a great deal of excitement!

I'll be looking forward to reading more!

[zeekeroo]

Oh man, WOW. I accidentally clicked on the link to your fanfic in your signature and figured since I did so I might as well ready a little.

And, wow! That was absolutely spectacular! You capture the characters so well, you have a great sense of mood, and a great deal of excitement!

I'll be looking forward to reading more!

Thanks!
(Accidently? Did it not appear interesting to you? *Glare*, lol.)


Come back tomorrow for Chapter 15! We see the return of MMBB and Jul Kamen!

Lol, tomorrow. I am a failure, that was like a week ago....

I honestly apologize for not being able to post anymore! I've been swamped with writing for work, but I am done with that writing project, and started my 1 week Hiatus (Actor's Vacation) on Thursday, so I will definitely get out some more of this novel to you guys, ASAP!

[zeekeroo]

Come along with me as Jul Kamen fights a battle.... with herself?

PART 15

Conservatism discards Prescription, shrinks from Principle, disavows Progress; having rejected all respect for antiquity, it offers no redress for the present, and makes no preparation for the future. -Benjamin Disraeli

A few days ago, Jul cackled when she saw the pain of The Rock-afire Explosion in the airport lobby. As she crossed the last security threshold, she felt a pang of sadness in the bowels of her stomach; A sense of guilt churned at her innards.

The one image played again her mind:
The suave, and “cool” Beach Bear, crying.

The guilt made her sigh, nearly shed a tear, but quickly composing herself.

The picture of Beach Bear, and an assortment of others, played over in her mind thousands of times in her mind.
When her flight finally arrived, she sighed, and boarded.

A torrent more of memories of her cruelty came to her upon sitting. Eventually, high above the rest of the world, she removed from her bag, a yellow legal pad.

She knew what she had to do.

“To Whom It May Concern,” the letter began, “Throughout the last several months we have been putting into action a plan, known as Concept Unification, only seeing one side of the debacle—profit. We have neglected the needs of others, such as the Rock-afire Explosion, or their manager, Aaron Fechter. Observing this band, I have noticed one thing: the sadness we have placed upon their shoulders by firing them. I am fully aware that a business such as our own in meant to earn capital, even when brutality is necessary. Our actions have brought me to make a difficult decision; It is with a heavy heart, and best wishes for your future, that I resign from my position at ShowBiz Pizza Time, Incorporated.
Yours truly, Jillian ‘Jul’ Kamen.”

She read it several times over, making most sure that it was free of errors.

As she placed the pad back into her canvas bag, another series of thoughts came to her.

This time not of the dejected Rock-afire, but of a happier band.

Years of memories soared to her.

She remembered her first meeting with Chuck E., when he called her “Skinny” and puffed a large cloud of cigar smoke into her atmosphere.

When Munch had consumed her handbag, or when Helen gave her migraines with endless chat of, “Oh buh-buh-boy Jul! I can’t buh-begin to tell you how buh-buh-buh-bothering it is when that Chuck E.…”

She chuckled at Pasqually’s many attempts to take her out to dinner, and giggled at Jasper’s mayhem.

Even though the band had changed, she could not bear the thought of leaving them.

What would she do?

Could she possibly bear to put her heart in any career, knowing she had abandoned The Pizza Timers?

She glanced over to the legal pad, sticking out of her bag, and the letter of resignation she had scrawled upon its surface.

She knew at once that she could not, and therefore would not, leave ShowBiz, but some serious changes needed to be placed into effect.

Her employers, peers, and even the friends she had made, might reject her for her newfound values, she gulped hard, then affirmed herself. She was going to promote values within this company. No one was going to stop her, and if they tried, she’d have no problem with turning in her note.

***

Jul Kamen is fighting the battle for values, but what will her employers and peers think?

And what is going on at Creative Engineering, where geniuses, meet, share, create, and... succeed?

Stay Tuned for more Concept Loserfication!

[Charon the Sabercat]

ANOTHER reason I like your fanfiction: there's a wonderful comraderie among the characters. I wish Fechter would read this; he'd probably feel great being recognized as Looney Bird's best friend.

[zeekeroo]

PART 16

Ideas are cheap – it’s the work that’s hard- don’t hold tight to your ideas, never talking about them, never writing them down. Just get it out. –Mur Lafferty

“Another day, another dollar, eh Aaron?”

Aaron looked groggy, his eyes were half closed, hair askew, and he sported a like shadow to his chin, he murmured Looney Bird a reply, “uh, huh, mmmm,”

The fowl furrowed his brow and decided to focus instead on his Cheerios™, shoveling the small O’s into his mouth.

Aaron ran his fingers through his hair and mumbled a soft string of curses, studying the doughnut Looney Bird had purchased before he had risen.

“I went down to the corner store,” Looney Bird explained, “You don’t gotta pay me back or anything,” Aaron stopped him.

“Our idea gave me insomnia last night,” He blinked hard, “All I could think about all night was how great this is gonna be for us.”

The silence hung in the air for a moment. Until it was suddenly broken, as the two began to laugh together.

Still laughing hysterically, Aaron threw his arm around Looney Bird, a grin spread wide across his tired face, “I wasn’t so sure about us Looney, but believe me, we’re gonna do great things!”

They finished their breakfast, and immediately went off to the lab, where another day of brainstorming awaited them.

***
“What’s right is not always popular.” -Anonymous

Jul gulped hard as she pushed open the door of the conference room. This was the first meeting being held at the new building, and Jul was planning to make a statement about how evil they had been during Concept Unification.

“Mrs. Kamen!” the cheery voice startled her, making her jump.

Regaining her composure, she saw the man, “Oh! Hello there Mr. Frank!”

“Please take a seat Jul, we’re just waiting on a few more people.”

Sitting near the front of the room, she rubbed her arms: the room was freezing.

Suddenly, the door opened and Chuck E. Cheese waltzed in the door, linking arms with Helen. Jasper, Munch, and Pasqually followed close behind.

As the rat walked by, she whispered to him, “Nice tux.”

He chuckled, “No helium,” Jul thought, smiling, but then her stomach dropped, the ends of her lips folded down to a frown.

She had not prepared to make her statement in front of Munch’s Make Believe Band! She was unsure of how they might take it, and she was definitely ready to forget values, when a thin blonde woman entered.

She recognized her as the woman that had been sent to retrieve the Rock-afire for the meeting that started all of this.

Why was this woman here? Most of the secretaries had not made the move to Texas.

Jul crossed the floor to Dick Frank, and whispered to him, “Who is that woman?”

Dick replied rather loudly, “You don’t know Mary?”

The woman, hearing her name, whipped her head around, and,
smiling, approached Jul, she smiled, her dimples deep and beautiful in her face, “Hi Mrs. Kamen!” She continued, “I’m Mary, the new manager of Munch’s Make Believe Band!”

Jul was shocked, the band’s former manager had left right before Concept Unification started, and she had assumed from the name that the band’s keyboardist, also wore the hat of manager.

“I thought Munch was the manager!” She finally articulated.

Mary took a step closer to Jul, "He’s not exactly the smartest monster around.”

They turned around to witness Munch flailing his arms at a mosquito. He smacked it against an empty chair beside him.
Staring at it, he brought it to his tongue, immediately tearing it away in disgust.

“That’s probably a good idea,” Jul decided.

She went back over to her seat, seeing Mary hand Dick a check.
Amid the noise, Jul hardly heard her say, “This will cover this month, right?”

His eyes transfixed upon the note, nodded, practically salivating in his eagerness for the money.

Mary took her seat, and the noise died when Dick Frank stood, facing the crowd.

“Hello there to everyone! Welcome to the first meeting to be held in our new headquarters! As you probably know, we moved here after
the recent Concept Unification, and The Rock-afire Explosion’s departure.”

He wiped his brow with a handkerchief, and continued, “Jul Kamen wishes to address all of us about this. Jul?”

Dick took his seat, and Jul arose, shaking with her nervousness. What would she do? What would she say? What would Mary think?

She gulped, faced the small crowd, and began, “We have done something terribly wrong,”

She glanced at Dick Frank, one eyebrow raised.

She pressed on, “Concept Unification was an act of evil on our part. We could of treated them—The Rock-afire, with a bit more respect, at least.

They performed in ShowBiz Pizza Place for a decade. And in the course of that decade, they were wonderful performers. Wonderful employees. Rarely showing up late, hardly ever asking for a day off.”

Once again, she glanced up to the room, Dick Frank suddenly looked nervous.

“We should of treated them better, at least. Didn’t they deserve that? If they didn’t deserve our respect as musicians, or as entertainers, they must of at least earned it as employees. What we did was wrong. We should shape us our act. Proceed with a little more manners. We can’t fix what we have already done, because it is done. But we can, however, fix our future, so in a year, we won’t need to fix anything,” She paused, “It’ll be fine.”

She immediately returned to her seat, closing her eyes tight, expecting to be tackled by a rat, chicken, dog, or monster.

When nothing happened, she opened her eyes, looking around the room. Dick Frank stared at his shoes, shaking his head; Mary was hardened into anger, her fists clenched.

After quite a long while, she stood, looking around, seeing no one else moving, she decided to go back to her office, on her departure from the room, she heard Dick Frank’s call, “Wait! Jul!” break the silence, she turned to see him ruefully say, “Take her away boys.”

For a moment, Jul was confused, and decided to carry on, and return to her office. But when she faced the door, she saw Agents A and B standing sternly, with their arms crossed.

“This way Kamen,” The one said.

When she didn’t move, the other removed a gun-shaped object from his pocket, he tased Jul, and picked her up when she fell, carrying her off to another place. In her last thought, Jul hoped it was her office.

***

Where is Jul Kamen being taken to?
What genius is happening at Creative Engineering?
What was that check that Mary gave Dick Frank???

Find out soon enough, in the next exciting installment of Concept Loserfication!

[PizzaKaos21]

This story is absolutely amazing. And I'm loving each and every part of it. It's really funny because earlier today I was contemplating writing fan fiction about all these characters. Then I come on here and, low and behold, there is already some awesome fan fiction in progress. I'm digging this story a lot.

All the inclusions of real life people and events just help make this story even grander. I'm also pleased that the Chuck E. Cheese characters aren't presented in an absolutely negative light. I have much fondness for them as well as the Rock-afire and it'd make me sad to see them presented as bad people. What you've done here is positively incredible.

I'm really looking forward to seeing where it goes from here. =D

[PizzaKaos21]

No one asked me to do this or anything... but I figured I'd do it as a little present for writing such a rad story. lol

http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/chrisjay666/VocalTreatment.jpg

Enjoy! Maybe I'll do more later. =D

[Charon the Sabercat]

Do you know how cool you are? The both of you? Let me show you. (deep breath, SCREAM OF DELIGHT)

[mitzirocks]

Nice picture,I think I'm gonna do another Concept Loserfacation drawing and post it here.8->

[zeekeroo]

No one asked me to do this or anything... but I figured I'd do it as a little present for writing such a rad story. lol

http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/chrisjay666/VocalTreatment.jpg

Enjoy! Maybe I'll do more later. =D


Do you know how cool you are? The both of you? Let me show you. (deep breath, SCREAM OF DELIGHT)


Nice picture,I think I'm gonna do another Concept Loserfacation drawing and post it here.8->

All of you guys are amazing... I swear it... I am so sorry I have not been able to write anything else! I am totally going to write a new chapter tonight. If not, please come to my house and EAT ME ALIVE! Honestly, it's amazing how much you guys like this!! I feel so bad for not writing as much!

[PizzaKaos21]

I am totally going to write a new chapter tonight. If not, please come to my house and EAT ME ALIVE!

Hmm... I am feeling a bit peckish. =9

[Harmony Howlette]

Awesome pic, Kaos! Love the flailing arms, hahaha.

[PizzaKaos21]

Glad you like it. Zeek's story is quite rad so I was just inspired. I might do some more drawings inspired by it. But I'll probably start posting them in my art thread.

http://www.showbizpizzaforum.com/showthread.php?t=4755

[zeekeroo]

All of you guys are amazing... I swear it... I am so sorry I have not been able to write anything else! I am totally going to write a new chapter tonight. If not, please come to my house and EAT ME ALIVE! Honestly, it's amazing how much you guys like this!! I feel so bad for not writing as much!

I swear, I did write!! But got kicked off of the computer before I could release it!

I have a great plan that I think you guys are really gonna like, that will also work with my schedule, I'll unveil it after the next chapter!

[zeekeroo]

PART 17

I've always said that in politics, your enemies can't hurt you, but your friends will kill you. –Ann Richards

At first, she did not register to kick, scream, or worry even. Realizing the situation before her, Jul thrashed wildly, the men tightened their grips around her thick arms, and finally, she gave up, knowing it was a fruitless effort.

The traveled through every hall of the new building it seemed, she recognized some, others were new to her.

Her captors finally stopped in front of a door, opening it, they tossed Jul in, not giving a care to where or how she would land. She hit the wall with a thud, and as she fell down to the floor, she felt the cold steel wall scrape against her arms, and landed, a face plant, onto the floor.

It was dark, and seeing how her resistance had left her weary, she closed her eyes, and set it upon her heart to sleep. She would leave her worrying to later.

As her lashes lowered over her soft white face, the lights flickered back on. Feeling the shift in light, she sat up, and looked around.

It was a cell.

Dirty, dank walls were left uncovered, with stains from who-knows-what and large stamped numbers. The floors were solid concrete, cold, and cracked.

She examined one wall when a voice behind her spoke.

Jul jumped, thinking she was alone, turned to see Billy Bob Brockali sitting on the cell’s one bed.

For a moment the two stared at each other, Billy Bob with a burning anger towards this woman, Jul with the dreading sense of guilt.

Finally, Jul began. She told Billy Bob how terrible she had been, apologizing for every last action she had done, every bad thing she had said to him was relayed, and forgiveness was begged of.

Jul wailed for quite a while, making Billy Bob feel uncomfortable.

He stood, helped her up, and guided her to the bed. With his arm around her, comforting the woman whose actions had resulted in his fate of jailing.

After Jul had calmed down, she spoke through a stuffed nose, “How did you get in here?”

“Well, I went home and found everybody hibernating. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn’t! I kept thinkin’ about Fatz and Mitzi and Looney. I left Choo Choo there, and flew down here. I asked for a job, and they laughed at me,” He sighed, “I left the interview, and the hallway was empty, all except a little piece of paper. I picked it up.”

Billy Bob reached into his overalls pocket, retrieving a folded piece of paper.

Handing it to Jul, she read in neat, tight cursive letters, “Thank you again, Mr. Frank, for understanding my position on Concept Unification. Attached is the third payment for accepting my plan, signed, Mary.”

Jul’s mouth dropped open. She had never thought of Concept Unification as a matter of corruption, but now that it was brought to her attention, it seemed all too clear.

Mary wanted to make more money, and she would do that by clearing the competition out of the way. The competition being the Rock-afire Explosion. She bribed Dick Frank, who had given Jul the commands to initiate the plan.

Billy Bob continued, “I didn’t know what it meant, so I went back into the interview room, where Mary was, and asked her if she had lost it, she blew a whistle, and two men in suits jumped out of nowhere, and carried me away, in here.”

Jul sat in silence for a moment, staring at the letter. So angry that Dick Frank, a man she respected, had been swayed by a monetary bribe. She spoke up, “What happens in here?”

“Nothing,” He said, dryly, “They haven’t opened the doors since you came in.”

“No food?”

“Nothing.”

Jul noticed that Billy Bob had become leaner.

“How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know, I lost track of time. I slept a lot, and just forgot which was night, and which was day.”

Jul gulped, “They put us in here to… to die.”

***
What is to become of Jul Kamen?
When on Earth will we learn the going-ons of Creative Engineering?
When will we see the next chapter of this exciting tale of unspoken truth, corruption, and death?

Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of Zeekeroo's Hit fan-fiction novel CONCEPT LOSERFICATION!

***
Loserficational Update!

So, really over the past few weeks I've been crazy busy with work and school, mostly work.

Concept Loserfication is incredibly fun to write, but has unfortunately, fallen by the wayside!
My sincerest apologies to all of you!

So I want to make it up to you all!
Every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I will post at least 2 chapters, and I will shoot for three.

I will TRY to! No promises, but I am going to give it my all!

And believe me, this story is about to get real juicy!

Thanks for reading!

[Charon the Sabercat]

Don't push yourself too hard! Poor guy, you'll burn yourself out if you go too fast. We're fine, we're just happy that you update, right guys?

[PizzaKaos21]

As long as you don't let it fall into the land of never to be finished projects (like alot of things I start working on wind up) I'll be happy. You don't have to rush and force yourself to put this story out or anything. Anytime you can manage to continue it, is fine. =)

And on that note, poor Billy Bob. =(

[PizzaKaos21]

Oh... and another thing. If anyone can find me pictures of Jul Kamen and Aaron Fechter from roughly around when this story takes place, that would be awesome so I have reference to draw them. *nods*

[mitzirocks]

I don't want to seem stupid but....who is Dick Frank again?

[zeekeroo]

Oh... and another thing. If anyone can find me pictures of Jul Kamen and Aaron Fechter from roughly around when this story takes place, that would be awesome so I have reference to draw them. *nods*

http://www.showbizpizza.com/events/10th/rap/raev2/aaron_obit.jpg
http://www.showbizpizza.com/info/history/history_aaron.jpg

Can't find any Jul Kamen Pics... Anyone?


I don't want to seem stupid but....who is Dick Frank again?

He was named CEO of ShowBiz Pizza in the late eighties, right before the merger (I think) He went onto become the CEO of ShowBiz Pizza Time.

Don't worry, I didn't know it myself for a while!

[zeekeroo]

This one starts out kind of slow, but picks up and leaves you with a cliffhanger!!!


PART 18

“Nothing is more exciting and bonding in relationships than creating together.” –Stephan R. Covey


“Wak! Wak!” Looney cooed.

He had been scribbling as hard as he could on a page, the wiring schematic for the stage split down the middle.

As he reached for a new page to redo the drawing, Aaron entered the lab.

“Hello there Looney Bird!” He tossed a bag onto the table, and called his partner over, “Time for lunch!”

Looney Bird put the sketch aside, and crossed over to the table.

Aaron brought the food out of the brown bag, revealing a salad for Looney, and a Roast Beef Sandwich for himself.

“So, Looney?” Aaron spoke through a full mouth, “How are those drawings coming along?”

Looney chuckled nervously, “Funny story…”

Aaron sighed, “Looney do you ever want to see this done?”

Looney was taken aback, “Of course Aaron! I have my… difficulties though.”

Aaron mumbled a reply.

For a minute, they were silent.

“Aaron?” Looney said.

“Yes Looney?”

“Have you ever had a dream?”

Aaron was puzzled.

“Well, the Rock-afire—“

Looney interrupted, “No, besides the Rock-afire. What else do you want to do?”

Aaron thought, “Well, I’ve always wanted to make a computer language that kids could understand.”

Looney dropped his fork, “What? Me too! Aaron, I’ve wanted to do that since I was a kid myself!”

“Really? I guess we’re more similar then we think!” He chuckled.

They spent the rest of their day “Geeking Out” and drawing.

It seemed that with each day, the two grew closer, not only platonically, but they were building a friendship that could last forever.

***
“If war is ever lawful, then peace is sometimes sinful.” –C.S. Lewis

Jul Kamen’s mind reeled.

Billy Bob had not eaten in several days, and would die soon. She would die soon thereafter, for the same reason.

She saw three options: One was to die, the second was to eat each other and then die. Then she suddenly thought of a third idea. An idea that seemed a lot more appealing.

“We’re going to escape,” She said.

“No! They’ll kill us!” Billy Bob screeched.

“And if we don’t leave then?”

Silence.

“What’s the plan Jul?”

“That’s where I’m lost.”

Several hours passed in the cell, or so it seemed to its occupants. Within the confines of the cell Jul had no sense of time, or its passing.

She was beginning to feel hunger pull at her stomach, and unfortunately, she had to tell it to wait.

She wondered how Billy Bob had survived for several days without food, and once again, a thought of death crossed her mind.

It was here that Jul Kamen’s mind snapped.
With no thought of the future she bolted at the door with breakneck speed, pounding her fist against the door, thrusting her body into it, screaming as loud as she could manage.

Billy Bob had no idea of what to say, or any fathomable reason why Jul was doing this, he hoped she had an idea, because he joined in on her assault to the door.

After a long period of vigorous effort, their screams were finally answered. Agent A, from the Concept Unification team ripped the door open. He was snarling at Jul, and was poised to tase the woman when she lifted her hand and smacked him.

It was more of the surprise of being hit that made him recoil, then the pain from the hand.

Seeing an opportunity, Jul ran, Billy Bob right behind her.

They found there way outside, and sprinted to a nearby alleyway, finding a large wall, Jul sat down on the ground, Billy Bob followed.

Breathing heavily, Jul tried to grasp the situation, she tried to think of what on Earth to do. She decided the first thing to do was get food for Billy Bob.

She glanced towards the road, and thought about the name emblazoned on a nearby street sign.

If she had the right street in mind, her apartment was right down the path, she hoped for the best, and motioned for Billy Bob to follow her.

He did not get up.

Billy Bob Brockali was… dead.

[RAFE CEC Guy]

O_O WOAH

Okay, I think that whole thing went a little TOO far. Killing him off? Yeesh, that's really harsh.

[PizzaKaos21]

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *drops to his knees* Whhhhyyyyy?

I'm sure Billy Bob will be fine. *nods* But jeeze... :((

[Charon the Sabercat]

I'm sure. Billy Bob's got, like, 500 lbs. of bear fat and metabolism. Bears in the wild survive for months during hiberation, Billy Bob can survive a week or two in a cell.

I hate to sound like one of those "He's just sleeping" people, but he probably is just passed out. You don't have the historical leeway to kill him off.

[zeekeroo]

O_O WOAH
Okay, I think that whole thing went a little TOO far. Killing him off? Yeesh, that's really harsh.

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *drops to his knees* Whhhhyyyyy?
I'm sure Billy Bob will be fine. *nods* But jeeze... :((

I'm sure. Billy Bob's got, like, 500 lbs. of bear fat and metabolism. Bears in the wild survive for months during hiberation, Billy Bob can survive a week or two in a cell.
I hate to sound like one of those "He's just sleeping" people, but he probably is just passed out. You don't have the historical leeway to kill him off.

You guys think I'm that mean???? Seriously?

Lol, I left it off on that cliffhanger but *SPOILER ALERT* He ain't dead.

He's to fun to write!

There is a reason I put you guys through that exercise, and I'll explain later.

[zeekeroo]

Carrying on from the last Chapter...

PART 19

“Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.” –Robert Cody

Billy Bob Brockali was… dead.

Dead.

Jul could hardly believe it, and knew she couldn’t take it. Throwing her body over the large mass, she sobbed, soaking Billy Bob’s overalls.

She thought about how great he had been.

He was sympathetic to anyone he ever met, and so forgiving.

If she would of found herself in captivity with any other member of The Rock-afire Explosion, she surely would have been killed. But fate would have it, that she wound up with Billy Bob.

She wound up with the only being alive with a heart large enough to forgive her, and he did.

She knew that she would never forget how kind the bear had been to her, just to forgive her.

Guilt racked and gnawed at her innards, sickening her.

She wailed over the deceased bear for a long while, she glanced at a clock in the window of a store across the street, displaying the time 7:32.

Exhausted, she pulled herself up from the bear, and rubbed his face.
As she caressed his thick neck, she felt something.

Just below his jaw was a small beat.

A pulse.

A very slow pump of the heart told Jul that he was not dead, but unconscious. He needed food now, before his condition could get any worse and… she shuddered at the thought.

She sprinted down the street, in the direction she hoped would bring her to her apartment, and thankfully, she turned onto a busy street, with an apartment building looming over her.

Her eyes sidled down the tall building, and her stomach dropped when she reached the bottom.

A large crowd of people, and several police cars surrounded it, and she had a thought as to why.

She approached a tall thin man, and asked him what the commotion was.

His reply made her heart sink: “An employee at the new office building down the street went crazy, shot a man. She’s on the run somewhere, and she lives here.”

She thanked him, and retreated in haste. A large poster was being mounted on a truck, it had her face and name above the title “Murderer.”

Jul’s mind reeled, trying to imagine some way to get food to the starving bear.

As she walked, she shoved her hands in her pockets at the brisk August air, and felt a slip of paper in her pocket. She found in her hand “One free Individual pizza, from any participating ShowBiz Pizza Place.”

It was dangerous, but Billy Bob needed food, she ran down the street, to the nearest ShowBiz.

She was poised to enter right into enemy territory.

And more importantly, she was doing it for her friend.

***
Can Mrs. Kamen make it in time to save Billy Bob?
Will Dick Frank and the evil mastermind/agent, Mary, stop Jul?
WHEN WILL THE MADNESS END!?!?

Stay tuned for more Concept Loserfication!

[PizzaKaos21]

To quote the narrator from the Gauntlet games "Billy Bob needs food, badly!"

I knew he was alive. If anyone actually killed off Billy Bob, they'd never be my friend again.

[mitzirocks]

What a relief that Billy Bob is still alive#:-S.

[zeekeroo]

Wow! People were actually nervous...

I'll post another chapter later, as soon as I get off my butt and get my flash drive.

[zeekeroo]

It stays a bit slow, but TRUST me, it's gonna get REALLLY juicy!

PART 20

“When entering enemy territory, in order to lead your army, you must know the face of the country - its mountains and forests, its pitfalls and precipices, its marshes and swamps.” –Sun Tzu

The plan seemed simple enough, go in, get the calzone, and leave. If anyone spoke to her, she would not hear them, if anyone yelled her name, she would run out.

She swallowed and grasped her sweaty palms around the handle of the door, and entered the danger zone.

The first thing she noticed was Munch’s Make Believe Band was onstage. They wouldn’t present a problem.

She gazed at the line and felt her head spin, it was not long, but the urgency of the moment made her worry, nonetheless.

Assuming her position at the back, she surveyed the store. Nothing out of the ordinary, a few games were broken, and Chuck E. was having too much fun on stage to notice her, but then, the curtains closed, and for a short while, Jul did not have to worry about being spotted, until a door in the back of the restaurant swung open, and Chuck E. stepped out onto the floor.

The line moved, and Jul was quite close to the front, only one person separated her from the pizza.

Another door opened, and Jul quickly turned away when she saw Dick and Mary enter the room.

She had to leave, but needed this pizza.

Her former employer, she was assuming the day’s events entailed her losing her job, and her replacement were right behind her, standing in line.

As Jul made the final step towards the counter she leaned in and disguised her voice, “I’d like an individual pizza to-go.”

The cashier took her time with Jul’s pizza, in the anticipation, Jul scratched at the counter nervously.

The young girl finally returned with the pizza, and simultaneously, Chuck E. yelled, “Dick! Mary! Jul! Nice to see you!”

The executives looked around in confusion, Jul ripped the box from the girl's hands, tossed the coupon at her, and bolted out the door.

Inside the restaurant Dick screamed, “Get her!” Mary rushed to the kitchen to call the police, and Jul ran faster then she had ever.

A police car met her as she turned the corner. Scrambling around, she darted down an alleyway, hopped a fence, and ran to the road.

She ran to the alley where she had left Billy Bob, and shoved the cheesy disc down his throat in 4 large pieces.

She was quiet, the entire world around her stopped, until, Billy Bob coughed, he rose his head up, and looked at Jul.

“If that’s the way you feed people, your gonna kill ‘em,”

The two embraced in a swift hug, tears of joy slowly making their way down Jul’s face.

Reunited at last, they started discussing their plans.

“We’re gonna need back-up,” Billy Bob pointed out.

“But who?” Jul wondered.

A smile crept across Billy Bob’s face, “I think I know someone.”

He got up, and jogged into a nearby hotel, a clueless Jul followed.

“Sometimes, hotels have a telephone that you can use for nothing, doesn’t cost a cent, if we find can find one, I could call up The Rock-afire!”

Jul started to protest, but Billy Bob found the phone, and was dialing the first number, “Hello? Fatz? This is Billy Bob and…”

Several times over, he called the different members, each time he explained how Jul was nicer, and that we needed their help.

The band was getting back together, weather Dick Frank wanted it, or not.

***

Another Epic Cliffhanger! Stay tuned for more Concept Loserfication... eventually.

[raebigc]

The Rock-afire Explosion ARE BAAAAACK!

[Isabella Price]

This is getting better! I can't wait to read more! :D

[Charon the Sabercat]

Weather they like it or not.

Still excited, but it kinda sticks out a bit. UPDATES, WAHOO!

[zeekeroo]

And we start to get action-y again!

PART 21

“I still think it would be a great mistake to go into a war without support of our friends and allies.” -John Dingell

You would think that on such short notice, no one would be able to rocket right down. The fact of the matter was that the members of The Rock-afire Explosion had nothing else to do.

Most of them had been doing nothing but wishing they could do something.

They all flew down the next day, and had arrived that night.

It was a long day for Jul and Billy Bob. Having had no communication with their allies, had no idea of when their flights would arrive, they had no choice but wait at the airport all day. Doing such was just as much a reprieve for them as it was a bore. Having slept outside, they could tell you first hand of the cold breezes that came with a late August night.

Billy Bob, having been to Texas as a cub, would never of thought he would complain about it being cold in the Lone Star state.
Perhaps it was more the cold of sleeping outside. The cold that came when you were wanted for a crime you did not do. The cold that came when your life had nearly ended that day.

The band members slowly trickled in, and after much waiting, and much convincing on Billy Bob’s behalf of Jul’s innocence, they were ready to roll.

Billy Bob surveyed the band, “We’re just missing Aaron.”

Jul looked at the motley crew, “What about Mitzi? And Looney Bird?”

“Mitzi’s parents told her she couldn’t come down, and nobody knows where Looney went off to after we all left.”

“Billy Bob!” A familiar voice cooed.

“Looney!” a shocked Billy Bob yelled.

Aaron Fechter and Looney Bird approached the group. Hugs were exchanged, and the rest of the band learned about Looney and Aaron’s partnership, and their plans with Looney Bird’s and The New Rock-afire Explosion.

“Well, time to get goin’ ya’all!” The band had been back together for a few hours, and already, Fatz had reassumed his leadership.

Aaron clapped his palms together, “So, where we goin’?” He asked.

Billy Bob looked at the ground, kicked at it, and chuckled, “Well, funny story about that,”

“We didn’t really think this far ahead,” Jul said, “My apartment is surrounded my policemen, looking for me, so we can’t go there.”

A smile crept across Fatz’s face, “I know where we go tonight.”

Everyone felt a nervous twitch, Looney Bird shivered at the sight of their monstrous leader grinning.

“Tonight, we’re gonna do a stake out,” He said, his deep voice was hushed and crisp, “As soon as the last car leaves the parking lot at Chuck E.’s HQ, we’re gonna find out what’s going on in there.”

***

Well, I gotta go finish writing Chapter 22! More later!

[Charon the Sabercat]

SNEAKY SNEAKY SNEAKY SNEAKY. I can't wait.

[zeekeroo]

SNEAKY SNEAKY SNEAKY SNEAKY. I can't wait.

It's gonna get gooood!

Some major reveals coming soon!!!! Probably in the next two or three chapters!

[zeekeroo]

Sorry I haven't been able to update in a while! It has been CRAZY!

I'm recording an album, which I am also producing, and have been slammed with school junk.

I'll bring some tomorrow, if not today.

[Charon the Sabercat]

An ALBUM? Good God, you're a busy little man, aren't ya?

[zeekeroo]

Remember this?

PART 22

"I enjoy doing the research of nonfiction; that gives me some pleasure, being a detective again.” -Joseph Wambaugh

Hiding in a bush is rather cliché for a secret spy, but the garden’s shrub was one of few hiding places for the renegades.

A leaf tickled Jul’s nose as she thought about how she had landed among these plants. She was innocent, and yet Mary had her locked away, she had escaped, and was painted a criminal. She would consult the authorities, but they were with Mary. It seemed a funny thought, that this fresh-faced agent was causing so much havoc. Hopefully breaking into the offices tonight would help them uncover some of the questions and mysteries of the situation. What drove Mary to act the way she did? What made her tick?

The sound of a door opening and closing made Jul awake from her thoughts. She tensed, and saw Dick Frank exit the building. He got into a car, and pulled out. The lot was empty.

No one moved.

Perhaps they were afraid of being the first one to exit their safe haven within the various shrubs, bushes and statues littering the gardens around the building. The moon was high above them, and Jul could not see if anyone had stepped onto the blacktop. Straining her eyes, she noticed a thin female outline in the black, the lot was not empty, and it was not yet safe for their exit.

“Alright guys!” Billy Bob hollered, “It’s safe!”

Jul slapped her forehead as the woman ran towards Billy Bob, Jul launched herself at the mysterious enemy, and found it not to be Mary, but Mitzi Mozzarella.

“Mitzi?!” Billy Bob gasped.

As the rest of the band assembled, Mitzi explained herself.

She had received Billy Bob’s call, but her parents refused to let her return to the band. In her desperation, she ran away from home, to a nearby train yard. Hopping in a box car, she rode her way to Texas to assist The Rock-afire. Her white sweater held many stains to it, and her skirt was torn.

Once again, Billy Bob assured that Jul was safe, and the band was off.

The front door was locked. Fatz poised himself to punch it’s glass out, when Jul stopped him and grinned, and removed a key ring from her pocket.

“Wow,” Mitzi said, “These people are pretty stupid.”

The large corporate building creaked at their every step. Every shadow was a security guard, lumbering towards them to cease their mission. Every opened door concealed a spy, poised to tackle them.

Jul took command of the band, “Let’s start off in the offices, then we can get the keys and open all of the cells.”

They nodded, and followed as Jul guided them through the labyrinth building.

Locating the offices, the team divided into two, one group searched Dick Frank’s office, while the other took the duty of Mary’s office.

Jul, assigned to Mary’s offices, ruffled through drawers, looking for keys, notes, memorandums, any evidence of corruption, or… something caught her eye. She reached her hand into a desk drawer, and removed a glossy photograph. Dick Frank and Helen Henny were… another thing grabbed her attention, a videotape.

Grabbing it, she scanned the office. A small television set was in the corner of the room, she placed the tape into the waiting mouth of the VCR and waited for the playback.

The others in the room stared, astonished at the tape playing before them. Mitzi covered her eyes at the disgraceful images she wished she could un-see. Suddenly it all came together in her mind.

“Blackmail,” she began. “Mary is blackmailing Frank, the pay-thing is just a cover up.”

Beach Bear argued, “But why would he take that sort of thing from her? He’s the boss!”

“If word about this affair got out, he’d be done for.”

The animals nodded, and Jul’s mind reeled. Who else had she blackmailed?

They found several other tapes, photos, and letters, each one reflected another prominent person in a scandal of sorts. The mayor, the chief of police, the governor. Jul brushed a straying curl out of her face, and sighed in exasperation, “Who’s next? The president?!”

Beach Bear pulled a file from the back of a cabinet. The tab of the manila folder was labeled in thick black letters spelling out “OBAMA.”

The other animals entered the office, their search had no results. For a moment, all was quiet and still, but the silence was broken by the opening and closing of the hallway door, followed by a succession of steps.

Someone else was in the building.

***

Concept Loserfication has returned! I invite you to head back and refresh your memory of the true story of Concept Unification with this PDF edition of the novel so far (Chapters 1-22):
http://pizzajamz.webs.com/ConceptLoserfication.pdf

[Charon the Sabercat]

Woah. Who knew CEC was rooted so deep in SCANDAL-

Hold on, wait.

Obama? How long after CU does this take place?

[zeekeroo]

Woah. Who knew CEC was rooted so deep in SCANDAL-

Hold on, wait.

Obama? How long after CU does this take place?

oh crap, why didn't I think of that??? *facepalm*
Let's all pretend it said "G. H. W. BUSH" I'll update the PDF later with that in it.

[PizzaKaos21]

Yay! It has returned! ^_^ I was gonna say something about that Obama thing, but it would seem that I was beaten to the punch.

Anyway... YAY!!! *looks forward to more*

[RAFE CEC Guy]

Woohoo! Glad to see the story finally return!

[zeekeroo]

Yay for updates!

PART 23

“For touching an adversary’s man, when it cannot be captured, the offender must move his King.” –Howard Staunton

Jul gasped, and held the air in. The world stopped turning, but her head was rotating faster than the planet ever could.

Nothing in the room move, except for a sole tear dripping down Mitzi’s face. Jul wondered what she would do if they were thrown back into the cell she had been trapped in before. Another tear rolled down her own cheeks, it was over. Mary was going to take over the company, the country even, what next? The world?

Dick Frank walked around the corner, seeing the Rock-afire and Jul, his face contorted. For a moment he stood on the threshold of the door, then whimpered, “It’s too late.”

Jul was confused, “Excuse me?”

His head hanging, he left the room. The interested burglars followed him into his own office, where he was emptying drawers into boxes, “I just called Mary,” he stuttered, “I resigned.”

They were shocked.

“You’ve probably seen her tapes,” it was not a question, “she told me to resign or copies would be sent to the local television networks,”

Billy Bob consoled him, “Oh, come on, it could be worse than that!”

“The local television networks…and my wife.”

“Yeah, that’s ‘bout as bad as it gets.” Duke blurted out, turning red the moment his words were in the air.

“She told me to have my things cleared out before tomorrow or she’d do it.”
Jul walked towards the man, the man who was once her friend. He had helped her through so many terrible times, and had caused some awful events recently. He was short and not very thin, and his hair was thinning.

“Oh Dick—“ She was interrupted.

“We’re not sharing any secrets now, are we Mr. Frank?”

Everyone whipped around to see Mary, an evil smirk smeared across her face.

Fatz nearly jumped on her to beat her to the ground, but recoiled, realizing it would not be his best option.

“Up against the wall. Now!”

The silently followed her commands as the agents, the tall men in suits equipped with tasers entered.

***

The men brought the guns to each prisoner once, just to watch their pain. They showed no mercy, not even to teenaged Mitzi, but did not bring their weapons to Jul. Mary approached her.

“Mrs. Kamen,” She began, “You are a wonderful designer, we would love to have you back in your old position now that I’m not filling it.”

Jul kicked the woman’s shin with all her might, only to find a sharp taser in her side.

Mary sighed, “Alright then,” she murmured, turning to her agents she barked at them, “I want each one of them in the solitary confinement cells.”

Jul gulped, how many cells did this place have??

But she had little time to ponder, she was being escorted away. Every pore of her body called her to retaliate, but was wiser than that. She quietly followed the men, and wondered what might of happened if she had taken the job.

***

Look for Chapter 24 later today, and for updated and edited text of the novel, check out the PDF version:
http://pizzajamz.webs.com/ConceptLoserfication.pdf

[Charon the Sabercat]

Anybody want the rest of my seat? I'm only using the edge.

[zeekeroo]

Here''s another!

PART 24

“If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight, even though the ruler forbid it; if fighting will not result in victory, then you must not fight, even at the ruler’s bidding.” –Sun Tzu

Once again Jul was in a cell, but this time alone. She tried to beat on the walls as she had in her last visit, but the padded walls allowed no sound to escape. What on Earth were they to do?

She surveyed herself, and realized, while not in any harsh pains, was very tired. Her last slumber felt to be years ago. In a world where people didn’t try to conquer the company for their own gain. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The first time she was awakened was with an opening and closing of the door. Mary and three agents stepped into the small room.

“I thought you had promise Kamen,” Mary sneered.

Two of the agents restrained Jul and held her at the arms. “You’re a sick woman Mary,” Jul began, “You do all of this just to get a promotion!?”

Mary laughed, no laughed was not the right word. She cackled, “Promotion?” She laughed more, “You think all of this was about this corporation, oh no, what I want is much bigger than a larger paycheck,” she began to pace, her hands behind her back. “This isn’t about The Rock-afire Explosion at all!”

A confused Jul attempted to inquire further, but no sound came from her lips.

“This is about the world,” Jul still held a look of puzzlement on her face, so Mary continued, “When I was a little girl, I lived in a little house in a little town. Everyone always told me I could do anything. I didn’t believe them, because I was just a little girl from a little town who just happened to live a little house,” she paused to refill her lungs, “They expected it of me, they all said ‘That Mary girl, she has ambition, she has talent, she’ll go far,’ so I began to learn about the workings of this world, the only place of entry for power was in a business, and with that drive I asserted this company into my grip. I used the corporation’s money to buy cells, to hire agents, to bribe the police, and other officials. Kamen,” she paused again, “I won’t stop at Chuck E. Cheese’s, this is my company, and I’ll use it to get my world.”

ShowBiz was only a tool for her. A tool to get further… Jul couldn’t help but ask, “What about Concept Unification? Why did the Rock-afire get the boot?”

Mary laughed her cold, dry cackle once again, “Money, Kamen! Money! Money is what makes the world go round. Money is what makes people successful. Money is what gives people power. Once you learn that the world is in the palm of your hands.”

Jul was silent, taken aback by her answer.

At Jul’s stillness, Mary continued, “It’s money that gets officials elected, it’s money that gets workers promotions, and those who don’t have money, or rather, don’t know its value, are weak,” she paused, “And they will always be weak. People like you Jul Kamen,” She sneered at Jul.

All was quiet for a moment, and Jul thought about everything, how Mary had fired her, locked her up, turned the world against her and now, taunted her. She thought back to the previous week (had the thing really been going on that long?) to her sitting outside the airport crying. A tear slid down her face, and she followed it to the ground, where it hit her sneaker. She began to mumble something, “Money does not give someone power.”

Mary leaned in close, “What do you think gives power Jul?”

Jul instantly drove her foot up through the air into Mary’s face. The two guards were shocked, having no idea what to do, Jul slipped away, knocking their feet out from under them, standing at the door, she smiled grandly at Mary, “Money doesn’t give you power, skill does!”

On that note she ran down the hallway, slamming the door behind her. She sped past countless other guards who were confused. Some of the sentries ran after her. She turned a corner and found herself in the main lobby, having no time to open the glass door, or to think of its existence, she ran right through it, shattering the door, and cutting herself.

She smiled at her great escape, but then frowned, “Mary is going to conquer the world!” She said allowed, “And I have to stop her!”

She was scared, the edge of her voice she used whilst she fled was gone. It was her against the most powerful woman in the world.

She sat on a bench and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “I need The Rock-afire for this one,” and at that, she headed back to the building in which she was just held captive.

***

Things don't look good for Jul and The Rock-afire! World domination?? Who would of guessed!?!

Can Jul and The RAE be successful in a mission in which such odds are against them? Find out in the next exciting installment of Concept Loserfication: The Fanfic Novel For People Who Are Bored With Showtapes

And Once again, check out the PDF version of the novel here: http://pizzajamz.webs.com/ConceptLoserfication.pdf

[Charon the Sabercat]

Jul's one to talk about taking over the world, since she's kind of absorbed this story and made it her own.

BUT STILL. (gets popcorn) Bring it on, Zeekers.

[zeekeroo]

Jul's one to talk about taking over the world, since she's kind of absorbed this story and made it her own.

BUT STILL. (gets popcorn) Bring it on, Zeekers.

I was actually just thinking about that. The first part of the story is about The Rock-afire, then the next part is about Aaron & Looney and Jul, and then just Jul. But it'll shift again soon! :D

[zeekeroo]

Work got crazy-- sorry.

When we last left our heroes:
The evil Mary revealed her plan to her captives-- Jul Kamen and the Rock-afire Explosion. What was her goal? World Domination.

Jul made a daring escape and freed herself, but without hesitation returned to free the Rock-afire!

PART 25

“Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.” –Mason Cooley

Jul approached the building and set her sweaty palms forward, grasping the bright handle. A deep breath found its way through her body as she heaved open the door.

The door seemed to be heavier than before, despite the large hole it now held. As she inhaled the reception area’s cold air she cursed in a whisper. “I did that??” She chuckled and then realized where she was. No one was at the reception desk. “This might be easier than I thought.”

No one was in the halls. No one was in the conference room or offices. No one was guarding the cells. “I guess they didn’t think I was dumb enough to come back.”

“Yeah, you dumb alright.”

Jul leaped at the noise, then rushed to its source with euphoria in her mind.

She grabbed the keys—mysteriously unguarded—and opened the large gorilla’s cage.

Fatz seemed angry at first, “Jul!” Then he gently put his arms around her in a soft, gentle hug, “Let’s get the others and get this show a rolling.”

As they opened the other cages, surprisingly no one was hurt too badly, Fatz explained: “Everybody’s going to City Hall, they gonna try to take over the city.”

***
I'm gonna TRY to update more! I promise!

Check out the PDF version:
http://pizzajamz.webs.com/ConceptLoserfication.pdf

And would anyone be interested for an eBook format? (Compatible with AmazonKindle, MobiPocket, Sony eReader, and iPad)

They released Billy Bob, who despite having lost weight, was fine.

“They gonna burn it down to the ground, and take it over.”

Beach Bear was next. He sported a gash across his bare chest. Billy Bob recoiled at the sight.

“Once they get the city—it’s the country—after that...” Billy Bob faded out.

The word didn’t need to be said.

“It won’t happen,” Jul swore to her friends.

Mitzi, Duke, Looney Bird, and finally Aaron.

The minute he stepped from his cage, Aaron assumed leadership “Let’s get rolling!” The Rock-afire ran off, but Aaron stopped Jul.

“Jul,” he sighed, “this is my band, just stay away—do yourself a favor.”

For a moment she was shocked that Aaron would be so ungrateful to his emancipator. “Aaron,” she began, “We’ve had our differences in the past, I know, we never really clicked, but believe me when I say we can’t afford to fight right now.” She swallowed and swiftly stopped Aaron from arguing, “We are up against the most powerful woman on Earth—we can work together and fix this, or fight to the death.”

“Jul, I—“ She interrupted again:

“We aren’t fighting for our lives anymore. In fact, most of us have accepted the fact that we’re going to die on this mission. We aren’t fighting for ourselves, we’re fighting for the world. For democracy, for the common good of man! If we fight, our kids will be wearing gray uniforms and marching in slave camps.” She took a breath and Aaron did not put up a fight, “If you’re going to be an obstacle, at least be one on the team with more points.”

She turned and ran to join the Rock-afire.

The seconds ticked by and Aaron sighed, “They’ll need someone to hotwire a car…” and at that, he bounded off.

[zeekeroo]

I'll probably be writing Part 26 tonight

[RAFE CEC Guy]

Any updates zeek?

[dook]

neat. your a realy good writer

[zeekeroo]

Any updates zeek?

Unfortunately, no.

I've just gotten ridiculously busy with work and whatnot.

However, in a few weeks I go on Spring Hiatus. Being the workaholic I am, I'm doing some work outside the studio during break. I'll try to get a new CL Chapter!
I've just gotten ridiculously busy with work and whatnot.

However, in a few weeks I go on Spring Hiatus. Being the workaholic I am, I'm doing some work outside the studio during break. I'll try to get a new CL Chapter!


neat. your a realy good writer

Thanks! I do professional work in screen writing.

[RetroGirl]

Fun story! I hope there are updates coming!

[zeekeroo]

Oh no... someone bumped the thread up. Hahaha.

Actually, I AM working on some new chapters, I just didn't want to make people wait, so I just wasn't going to say anything about it until I was actually done.

So yes, MORE IS COMING!

[chuckecheesefan98]

What happens next?

[zeekeroo]

So yes, MORE IS COMING!

Lying butthead...

But let me explain:

Concept Loserfication is one of those creative ideas that bothered me for a really long time. Then I wrote it and put it up here, and people liked it. Since I stopped writing, it still bothers me. A lot. I'm currently participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and that is taking up a lot of my writing time. I have a job in freelance video production now, in addition to my own videos, all on top of school, and in the midst of planning the founding of an internet start up that could revolutionize the way people use the web.
I want to write Loserfication, and it's a story that needs to be told, and I've been a jerk withholding the story from you.

NaNoWriMo in November, but I vow--I PROMISE to continue Loserfication IN DECEMBER!!! (If I don't, leave thousands of comments on my profile telling me to.)

[chuckecheesefan98]

Ok. Will do! LOL!

[rockafirerocks]

More, More, More, More, More, More

NOW!!!!!!!!

lol

[theuberbob]

More, More, More, More, More, More

NOW!!!!!!!!

lol

Yeah, it's way past December now!

-Bob-

[zeekeroo]

I swear!
I've been working on it recently! I started re-reading the manuscript a few days ago, just to make sure I know what's up with it. I'll try to finish reading it tonight, and then... A NEW CHAPTER TOMORROW WHATTTT?! Maybe. (Depends on how long the State of The Union Address lasts tonight ;D )

[zeekeroo]

I left off on a CLIFFHANGER.
I'm surprised you guys haven't shunned me yet!

[zeekeroo]

PART 26
"Winning isn't everything, but the will to win is everything." - Vince Lombardi

The story thus far...
Following Concept Unification, a process which eliminated the Rock-afire Explosion from performing in ShowBiz Pizza stores, Jul Kamen, an employee in good standing was brutally imprisoned when she spoke out against the company's new values, which she knew was wrong.

While imprisoned, Jul found and befriended Billy Bob Brockali of The Rock-afire Explosion, and upon their escape, she saved him from starvation. The Rock-afire Explosion join forces with Jul as the true scale of the situation becomes clear.

Mary, the newest member of ShowBiz Pizza Time's executive board of directors, was planning on using the company and its assets to effectively conquer the world. Much of the city has already been corrupted and turned against our heroes as they rush to city hall in an attempt to stop Mary's infiltration…

Fatz bounded ahead of the band. He whipped around the corners, rushing through the night streets of the city. Many people double tacked at the site of a gorilla plummeting through their roads and sidewalks, and those same people were even more confused when he was closely followed by a mouse, two bears, a dog, a terrified woman, and a curious bird.

After several minutes of following Fatz, he stopped, and began to scratch his head. When the rest of the band caught up, he turned to them. "I don't know where city hall is…"

Mitzi's eyes widened, "You've just been runnin' off through the city, not known'--"

"Get in!"

Eyes and heads flew to see Aaron nearby, in the driver's seat of a very classy convertible.

Without question they piled into the car and zoomed off.

It wasn't difficult to find city hall. Police blockades covered the street, stopping all thoughts of traffic. The animals tormented over and through the doors, onto the street. Aaron and Jul took after them.

Fatz plowed through police blockades, which made a lot of lazy officers quite unhappy. The deeper they got, the more resistance they met. City hall appeared on the horizon, Fatz began to punch out the officers. Helicopters flew over the scene, and several SWAT cars found their way through the blockade's other side to reach city hall's front door.

The SWAT team was much harder to penetrate. Twenty men piled from the back of a truck to hold the band back. Fatz, Beach Bear, and Duke fought hard, but were quickly subdued.

Jul heard Aaron breath a string of curses, and saw him fall to the ground. She started cursing, and fell the same way.

[Charon the Sabercat]

(laughs out loud)

Okay, so a gorilla followed by a mouse, two bears, a dog, a terrified woman, and a curious bird ALL FIT into a very classy convertible with Aaron Fechter?

Sorry, that pulled me out of the story. Funny, but still.

[RetroGirl]

I'm going to have to go back and reread the first parts now!

[chuckecheesefan98]

Chapter 27....................?

[TheRealBMcD]

Great stuff. Some of the best writing since Twilight. Love it!

[theuberbob]

Great stuff. Some of the best writing since Twilight. Love it!

That's kind of damning with faint praise. ;)

-Bob-

[nace888]

Dude, this is totally freaking awesome!! I just got to reading it, and you have got to do more!! I would love to see this in an animated movie, that would be cool!! And keep up the great work! I understand how it is to have school AND work, plus other things going on. You are doing great, even with all of the things you have to do. I would love to see some more drawings too!

[nace888]

Zeekster needs to come back, :( this is addicting... But he will be back soon I hope.

-Nace888

[nace888]

There is going to be a Chapter 27 eventually, right??

-Nace888

[chuckecheesefan98]

I hope so!

[nace888]

I can't wait for a chapter 27... It can't end at 26, can it?

-Nace888

[nace888]

Okay guys... The RAE can not end up in jail and stay there!! C'mon Zeekeroo, you needa finish this!

-Nace888

[chuckecheesefan98]

Yeah.... what he said.

[zeekeroo]

When we last left our heroes...
Jul Kamen, Aaron Fechter, and the Rock-afire Explosion are on a mission to save the world! Just a few short weeks ago, (Which was actually written a few long years ago) Jul Kamen initiated the process known as "Concept Unification," prompted by Mary - The newest member of the company's board of directors.
Finally, when Jul sees the torment going on to the opposition of CU, literal physical abuse and torture, she joins with the Rock-afire Explosion to fight Mary's evil efforts, which scale far beyond a chain of pizza restaurant, to the point of world domination!
Free once again from the bowels and imprisonment of the headquarters hidden jailing, Jul, Aaron, and the RAE race to the city's hall where they are brought down and neutralized by... The SWAT team?!

And so... with out further ado... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FAR TOO LONG FOR...

CHAPTER 27

“The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.” -Martin Luther King, Jr.

The light was bright.

That was really all he could figure out.

"Oh man... I must of died...." Duke blurted. He then began to worry: "GUYS!!! HELP! I DON'T WANT TO GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT!!!!"

"SHUT UP MUTT!" A loud crack was heard, followed by a sharp pain in his side, he reached to grab the pain, realizing his arms and legs were restrained. A muzzle whipped around his snout, silencing the drummer.

"Hey now! That's not very nice! He didn't do anything to--"

Mitzi was interrupted, "Lab rats learn very quickly that speaking out is not conducive to their end." A buzz. A scream. The sound of Mitzi flailing - trying to break free.

The band could not make heads or tails of their friends' tortures. Every sense seemed to be robbed from them, save their hearing, which only seemed to be making their condition, and morale, far worse.
All they could see was that big, bright, light.

No one was sure how long they had been there - Days, months, years? With no sense of the passing time, and no changing sky to help them deduce such matters - they all just laid, silent, still, and restrained.

Occasionally a shadow would pass over them, giving them some bearings, some connection to the world which was apparently still spinning.

They heard the door click shut, and they all immediately began writhing.

"Guys!" Aaron called out, "Is everyone okay? BillyBob? Looney?"
One by one the band echoed their presence with a quick "hey!" or "hello!" or in Duke's case, a grunt.

Fatz was the first to break free, obviously, and his liberation was soon followed by a quick, and heavy fall.

"Stupid light..." he muttered as he lumbered to his feet. Staring at the light above them for so long has disoriented them, he blinked the blindness from his eyes and searched for the light's switch.

Within a few minutes, they had all regained their vision, bearings, and freedom. Beach Bear took the floor: "Okay... what now..."

Silence.

Aaron started to think, "Well... for starters, why don't we figure out where we are?"

They opened the door, and padded out into the hallway, which was surprisingly empty. It's chrome walls met with the smooth white floors at a perfect angle. Not a speck of dirt or dust could riddle the hallway of its extreme cleanliness.

"Man! We musta been out of it for so long, we're in the future now!" Billy Bob chirped up.

"I really hope not..." Jul said, as she started to try access to every door along the hallway. Finally, she found one unlocked, and crept in it to find a small, unassuming office. Nothing futuristic like the hallway.

A desk calendar revealed that they were at least in the same month, "Unless they never turned the page," Duke suggested, "They... they mighta gotten... attached to this month."

Aaron grabbed the desk's computer mouse and brought the monitor to life. They were still indeed in the same month, and had only been blacked out for about a day apparently.

Looney Bird checked back with the desk calendar to find the mysterious note on the day, "Executive Address - Attendance Mandatory"

"I think I mighta figured out where everyone is!" The bird chirped up.

And the freedom fighters set off to find this mysterious "Executive Address."

[Em&M]

YAY!! My god, this is a brilliant story. Keep it up the good work! ;)
I know you're tired of people badgering you about it... so just keep your writing skills sharp and only write when your muse is present and things will go well minus the annoying-ness of badgers. ;) Great story so far! I'm loving it!

[nace888]

YAY!! My god, this is a brilliant story. Keep it up the good work! ;)
I know you're tired of people badgering you about it... so just keep your writing skills sharp and only write when your muse is present and things will go well minus the annoying-ness of badgers. ;) Great story so far! I'm loving it!

I do apologize for the nagging Zeekers, but this story is EPICLY AWESOME!! I am so glad you brought it back!!

[nace888]

I can't wait to see the continuing chapters in the future!! This is such a cool Fanfic!!

[tylerthedog]

I love it!

[chimchimcheree]

This is what I need
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABzWafwY20o&feature=related