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Clash Is Now In Session

Round Three's tour took them to Chicago. There, they were looking at the sights in the windy city.
"Wow. This is great. Chicago. One of the cornerstones of mid-western hemisphere," said Coco.
"Just think. We're gonna be taking this city by storm," said Summer.
"So, Luther, where's our big gig gonna be?" Kitten asked.
"I'm still deciding," said Luther.
He didn't exactly plan ahead on where they were gonna be performing in Chicago. Just then, the girls noticed a billboard that was advertising a bit rap battle that would be taking place tonight at a warehouse nightclub.
"Hey, there's a big rap battle going on tonight!" said Summer.
"Anyone who can defeat the reigning champions, the "Old Schoolers", will win a special prize," said Kitten.
"I wonder what it could be?" Coco wondered.
"Luther, can we compete in this? This looks right up our alley," said a confident Summer.
"Well...I guess we could give it a try," said Luther.
"Sweet!" Summer cheered.
They were gonna be in for one heck of a night tonight.

At the club, the people were getting ready for the show and some rappers and hip hop artists were getting ready to take on the Old Schoolers.
"Sign up here. We're taking all candidates," said the vendor.
"Sign us up for that," said Summer.
The girls towered over the vendor and Summer signed them up.
"Haven't I seen you before?" the vendor asked.
Just then, the Old Schoolers came by.
"So, you're going to be competing against us?" the Professor asked.
"You look a little large for this," said the Principal.
"Who are you to judge our appearance?" Coco asked.
"We are the Old Schoolers. I am the Principal, and these are my partners, the Teacher and the Professor," the Prinicipal introduced.
"We're Round Three, and we're gonna win this battle," said Kitten.
"We performed at a school once ourselves," said Summer.
"There's much more to it than just performing," said the Teacher.
"We're gonna be sure to teach you a lesson on the floor tonight," said the Professor.
"Anyone knows that we can point out the flaws that we can correct for them," said the Principal.
"And we shall do the same with you," the Teacher answered.
"Bring it on," said Summer.

The inside of the club looked fantastic with all sorts of lights in different colors, a big lighting floor, a disco ball, and of course, some sweet pimped out decor and some graffiti on the wall.
"This place is happening," said Kitten.
"It's the biggest turnout in all of Chicago," said the club manager.
"Boss, are you sure we can find someone who can beat the reigning champs? They won five years in a row," his assistant asked.
"Some people just don't want to see them lose, but they have been getting rather smug lately. Adds some zest to it," said the manager.
"Well, we're gonna win and take the title," said Summer.
"Just you wait and see," said Coco.

The Old Schoolers had been noticing Round Three. Kitten was hanging out with some guys who were into big girls like her. But she didn't want to upset Carl. And Summer was pigging out on some of the food they had there.
"Look at them. So big, so round, so unhealthy. How can they stand to look like that?" the Professor wondered.
"It seems as though they are able to enjoy it," said the Teacher.
"Well, not for much longer. They'll be so ashamed by the time this is over that they will beg to learn from us," said the Principal.
Luther didn't like the sound of that.
"Metaphorically, right?" Luther asked.
"Sometimes, yes. Other times, it's quite literal," said the Professor.
"They're gonna get trounced old school style," said the Teacher.
Luther did not like the sound of this.

Back at the bus, the girls were practicing some of the lines for their big battle.
"You ready for this, Luther? We're gonna bust out the moves and kick it with some smooth lyrics," said Summer.
"One, two! One two one two!" said Kitten.
She started beat-boxing and the girls were getting ready to sing.
"Before you do that, I just wanna know. If you don't win tonight, you're not gonna be upset about it, are you?" Luther asked.
"No, not at all," said Summer.
"Maybe a little disappointed, but not upset," said Coco.
"Well, what if you wanted to learn from the champs?" Luther asked.
"I guess it wouldn't be too bad, but the manager said they had gotten smug," said Kitten.
"So, we'll do what it takes to win," said Summer.
"That's my girls. Never selling out to those kinds of people," said Luther.
The girls bumped bellies together to get ready for the big battle.

Night came up and the girls were looking forward to taking on the reigning champions of the club. However, they were gonna be going last out of all the other contestants.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen! And welcome to the Chicago Rap-O-Rama Rumble of 2016! Tonight, we shall see who will become the ultimate rappers in all of Chicago! Will it be someone new? Or will the Old Schoolers remain as our winners? We'll see tonight here at Rap-O-Rama!" said the manager.
The DJ started playing the records and scratching them on his turntables.
"Let's get a little preview of what we're in for," said Summer.
The Old Schoolers were going up against their first player, Cobra Jim. He was getting up there and started beatboxing and then rapping in a limerick, but the Teacher rapped about how the venom was not as deadly as the words that she delivered to him and that she graded him an "F". This made Cobra Jim run off in tears.
"Okay, this may be harder than we thought," said Summer.

The Professor took on a hip hop combo known as Double Trouble where he said that they were two halves of the same coin, and that coin was rusting and worthless. They were off holding onto each other tight. As for the Principal, he was the harshest of them all, taking down a big bouncer-type rapper and said he was all brawn and no brain.
"One by one, all the other contestants have been sent off in despair over our reigning champions and their harsh critique! Now we come down to our last contestants: Round Three!" said the manager.
"That's us," said Coco.
"I'm pretty scared," said Kitten.
"Well, let's put it this way. We're not just a rap group, we're a team. If it comes to it, we go down together," said Summer.
They got up on the stage and stared down at the Old Schoolers who just looked up at them with determination.
"Okay, here's how it'll go down. We'll take you on one at a time," said Summer.
"And if we rap better than you, you gotta find more positive lyrics to these," said Coco.
"Okay. And if we reign another year?" the Principal asked.
"Then we'll be your tutors and leave Luther," said Kitten.
The crowd gasped, especially Luther.
"Girls! Are you crazy?!" Luther asked.
"Trust us, Luther. We know what we're doing," said Summer.
"You heard it here, folks! Let's find out for ourselves!" said the manager.
The DJ started spinning the records. Coco and the Professor went up first.

(music starting)

Professor: Well, it's time to get it down
It's time to educate
A mind who is so fertile
That she can't estimate
You dress up in those rags
As if you were lost your form
You just want to be what's new and current
And that leaves you quite torn
To not be an individual
And to follow the crowd
I can evaluate and calculate
That you should not be proud
I know your weight is tremendous
And you can easily break the scale
I am afraid with no choice
That you will likely fail

Coco: How dare you think all that
I have zero shame
I enjoy being like this
This ain't no game
Where do you get off
Just judging me like that?
I can be who I want
And I have to be fat
You say you're a professor
But you don't know a disease
That hurts us when we're skinny
So we have to be obese
We have the fat in our glutes
Instead of in our head
I'm closing the book on you
'Cause my next chapter's gonna be read

(music stopping)

The Professor was struck pretty hard. Coco seemed to deal a bit of a blow.
"My word! She blew my mind away!" said the Professor.
"Well, you were just off your game. Now it's my turn," said the Teacher.
"Kitten?" Summer asked.
"With pleasure," said Kitten.
Now it was time for the Teacher and the Kitten.

(music starting)

Teacher: You may think you're so cute
But there's no way I'll be messin'
Around with you because
I'm gonna teach you a lesson
You often have a thing
Where you tend to easily flirt
All the guys you see near you
Your feelings could get hurt
I'm not just a teacher
I too have a master's degree
On hip hop history and knowledge
And I do it with glee
It's time, little kitten
To take your last bow
It's time I sent you home
With a gentle meow

Kitten: So, I may not be bright
But I know a few things
Like where I belong
And how well my team sings
You just don't know what it's like
To be out on the road
Traveling on tour in a bus
It's now our brand new abode
And I don't always flirt
Not more often than once
If I did that behind my boyfriend
I'd feel like a dunce
It's time for a purr-fect finish
Coming from this cat
Who's gonna roar out in victory
And be proud being fat

(music stopping)

The Teacher was awestruck by such words of determination.
"She did not flinch once at my harsh critique!" she realized with her hair bun letting loose a little. "She is a real master!"
"Well, I guess it's all up to me," said the Principal.
"Let's break it down," said Summer.
They held out their mics and were ready to go for the final round.

(music starting)

Principal: You have yet to finish
This little rigorous test
Now it's time for the end
Where you face against the best
It's just you and me
Ticking by the hour
I'm the patriarch of these group
I hold all the power
I keep things in charge
And I take the lead
Your Summer is over and your Fall
Shall begin for a knowledgeable need
You can't get by without my tutoring
You'll ultimately lose
Because you'll never amount
With the path that you choose

Summer: Now, hold on there
I gotta draw the line
You can make of me
But not the friends of mine
Just because I'm like this
I don't get dumber
I have a great way of life
And everyday for me is Summer
That's my name, and that's my game
And you have made fun of us too long
Now it's time to put my foot down
And wrap up this song
I'm gonna take it all the way
This is one test I'll pass
We're Round Three, not fancy
But like you, we do have class

(music stopping)

The Principal tripped up after hearing such courage and wit from Summer.
"I just got expelled by this large lady!" said the Principal. "I hate to say it, but...they're superior."
"You heard it here, folks! We have a new champion! Round Three is our new Rap-O-Rama champion!" said the manager.
The crowd cheered. Round Three had finally dethroned the reigning champions and were given much praise.
"I can't believe it! We won!" Kitten cheered.
"We really got it going on!" said Coco.
"We did what we had to and raise the roof!" said Summer.
They noticed that the Old Schoolers were down in the dumps after having been dethroned.
"We lost! I can't believe it! We have been defeated after five years running!" the Teacher sobbed.
"Well, I guess we can always just keep the teaching part. The rapping one, not so much," said the Professor.
"Yeah. Time for us to stay behind the desk and leave the dance floor," said the Principal.
"Hey, gang, don't go!" said Summer.
"Yeah. Sure, you didn't exactly win, but you were still great out there," said Coco.
"You think so?" the Teacher asked.
"Sure. I mean, you were a bit harsh, but you really tried your best. And you never know. Have you ever thought of being artists yourselves?" Kitten asked.
"Not that we can think of," said the Principal.
"Luther, can you get them a deal somewhere?" Summer asked.
"I think that can be arranged," said Luther.

Luther called up his old buddy Benjamin at Cosmic Flare Records and asked of getting the Old Schoolers a contract ready for them.
"Sure thing, Mister Rohnert. I'll have that taken care of," said Benjamin.
And so, the Old Schoolers signed up for Cosmic Flare.
"Congratulations, Old Schoolers. You're now a new member of Cosmic Flare Records," Luther announced.
"Thanks, Luther. This is gonna be one heck of a change for us," said the Principal.
"And we can even take our teaching on the go through this new universal wi-fi transmitter I invented. We're gonna be teaching abroad for a while," said the Professor.
"That is so cool," said Kitten.
The manager of the club hated to see the Old Schoolers go, but they were gonna make a change for it.
"Well, good luck," said the manager.
"Thanks for having us. See you around," said the Teacher.
The Old Schoolers had then moved on to their new time in the music business.
"And before you girls go, here's your prize," said the manager.
They got a hat that looked like the cat by Dr. Seuss wears, a gift card to any participating BurgerTime restaurants worth $100 a pop, and their own disco ball to lighten up the place.
"Thanks! We're gonna use it with pride!" said Summer.
Their disco ball was now hanging up in their choreography studio on the bus and they were getting down with a big dance party together.
"Oh yeah! This is off the hook!" said Summer.

As for the Old Schoolers, it was hard for them to balance both of their careers, but it was worth it.
"Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" one of her students asked.
"I'm down with that, homey!" said the Teacher.
"Is that a yes or a no?" the student asked.
"Yes you may," said the Teacher.
It was definitely a big change.
"It's really hard to balance both of these. But it's what I love," she said.
"You said it, sistah," said the Professor.
"Right back at ya," said the Principal.
They were gonna have a lot of adjusting to do.

Fade out

Description
Clash Is Now In Session

Round Three's tour took them to Chicago. There, they were looking at the sights in the windy city.
"Wow. This is great. Chicago. One of the cornerstones of mid-western hemisphere," said Coco.
"Just think. We're gonna be taking this city by storm," said Summer.
"So, Luther, where's our big gig gonna be?" Kitten asked.
"I'm still deciding," said Luther.
He didn't exactly plan ahead on where they were gonna be performing in Chicago. Just then, the girls noticed a billboard that was advertising a bit rap battle that would be taking place tonight at a warehouse nightclub.
"Hey, there's a big rap battle going on tonight!" said Summer.
"Anyone who can defeat the reigning champions, the "Old Schoolers", will win a special prize," said Kitten.
"I wonder what it could be?" Coco wondered.
"Luther, can we compete in this? This looks right up our alley," said a confident Summer.
"Well...I guess we could give it a try," said Luther.
"Sweet!" Summer cheered.
They were gonna be in for one heck of a night tonight.

At the club, the people were getting ready for the show and some rappers and hip hop artists were getting ready to take on the Old Schoolers.
"Sign up here. We're taking all candidates," said the vendor.
"Sign us up for that," said Summer.
The girls towered over the vendor and Summer signed them up.
"Haven't I seen you before?" the vendor asked.
Just then, the Old Schoolers came by.
"So, you're going to be competing against us?" the Professor asked.
"You look a little large for this," said the Principal.
"Who are you to judge our appearance?" Coco asked.
"We are the Old Schoolers. I am the Principal, and these are my partners, the Teacher and the Professor," the Prinicipal introduced.
"We're Round Three, and we're gonna win this battle," said Kitten.
"We performed at a school once ourselves," said Summer.
"There's much more to it than just performing," said the Teacher.
"We're gonna be sure to teach you a lesson on the floor tonight," said the Professor.
"Anyone knows that we can point out the flaws that we can correct for them," said the Principal.
"And we shall do the same with you," the Teacher answered.
"Bring it on," said Summer.

The inside of the club looked fantastic with all sorts of lights in different colors, a big lighting floor, a disco ball, and of course, some sweet pimped out decor and some graffiti on the wall.
"This place is happening," said Kitten.
"It's the biggest turnout in all of Chicago," said the club manager.
"Boss, are you sure we can find someone who can beat the reigning champs? They won five years in a row," his assistant asked.
"Some people just don't want to see them lose, but they have been getting rather smug lately. Adds some zest to it," said the manager.
"Well, we're gonna win and take the title," said Summer.
"Just you wait and see," said Coco.

The Old Schoolers had been noticing Round Three. Kitten was hanging out with some guys who were into big girls like her. But she didn't want to upset Carl. And Summer was pigging out on some of the food they had there.
"Look at them. So big, so round, so unhealthy. How can they stand to look like that?" the Professor wondered.
"It seems as though they are able to enjoy it," said the Teacher.
"Well, not for much longer. They'll be so ashamed by the time this is over that they will beg to learn from us," said the Principal.
Luther didn't like the sound of that.
"Metaphorically, right?" Luther asked.
"Sometimes, yes. Other times, it's quite literal," said the Professor.
"They're gonna get trounced old school style," said the Teacher.
Luther did not like the sound of this.

Back at the bus, the girls were practicing some of the lines for their big battle.
"You ready for this, Luther? We're gonna bust out the moves and kick it with some smooth lyrics," said Summer.
"One, two! One two one two!" said Kitten.
She started beat-boxing and the girls were getting ready to sing.
"Before you do that, I just wanna know. If you don't win tonight, you're not gonna be upset about it, are you?" Luther asked.
"No, not at all," said Summer.
"Maybe a little disappointed, but not upset," said Coco.
"Well, what if you wanted to learn from the champs?" Luther asked.
"I guess it wouldn't be too bad, but the manager said they had gotten smug," said Kitten.
"So, we'll do what it takes to win," said Summer.
"That's my girls. Never selling out to those kinds of people," said Luther.
The girls bumped bellies together to get ready for the big battle.

Night came up and the girls were looking forward to taking on the reigning champions of the club. However, they were gonna be going last out of all the other contestants.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen! And welcome to the Chicago Rap-O-Rama Rumble of 2016! Tonight, we shall see who will become the ultimate rappers in all of Chicago! Will it be someone new? Or will the Old Schoolers remain as our winners? We'll see tonight here at Rap-O-Rama!" said the manager.
The DJ started playing the records and scratching them on his turntables.
"Let's get a little preview of what we're in for," said Summer.
The Old Schoolers were going up against their first player, Cobra Jim. He was getting up there and started beatboxing and then rapping in a limerick, but the Teacher rapped about how the venom was not as deadly as the words that she delivered to him and that she graded him an "F". This made Cobra Jim run off in tears.
"Okay, this may be harder than we thought," said Summer.

The Professor took on a hip hop combo known as Double Trouble where he said that they were two halves of the same coin, and that coin was rusting and worthless. They were off holding onto each other tight. As for the Principal, he was the harshest of them all, taking down a big bouncer-type rapper and said he was all brawn and no brain.
"One by one, all the other contestants have been sent off in despair over our reigning champions and their harsh critique! Now we come down to our last contestants: Round Three!" said the manager.
"That's us," said Coco.
"I'm pretty scared," said Kitten.
"Well, let's put it this way. We're not just a rap group, we're a team. If it comes to it, we go down together," said Summer.
They got up on the stage and stared down at the Old Schoolers who just looked up at them with determination.
"Okay, here's how it'll go down. We'll take you on one at a time," said Summer.
"And if we rap better than you, you gotta find more positive lyrics to these," said Coco.
"Okay. And if we reign another year?" the Principal asked.
"Then we'll be your tutors and leave Luther," said Kitten.
The crowd gasped, especially Luther.
"Girls! Are you crazy?!" Luther asked.
"Trust us, Luther. We know what we're doing," said Summer.
"You heard it here, folks! Let's find out for ourselves!" said the manager.
The DJ started spinning the records. Coco and the Professor went up first.

(music starting)

Professor: Well, it's time to get it down
It's time to educate
A mind who is so fertile
That she can't estimate
You dress up in those rags
As if you were lost your form
You just want to be what's new and current
And that leaves you quite torn
To not be an individual
And to follow the crowd
I can evaluate and calculate
That you should not be proud
I know your weight is tremendous
And you can easily break the scale
I am afraid with no choice
That you will likely fail

Coco: How dare you think all that
I have zero shame
I enjoy being like this
This ain't no game
Where do you get off
Just judging me like that?
I can be who I want
And I have to be fat
You say you're a professor
But you don't know a disease
That hurts us when we're skinny
So we have to be obese
We have the fat in our glutes
Instead of in our head
I'm closing the book on you
'Cause my next chapter's gonna be read

(music stopping)

The Professor was struck pretty hard. Coco seemed to deal a bit of a blow.
"My word! She blew my mind away!" said the Professor.
"Well, you were just off your game. Now it's my turn," said the Teacher.
"Kitten?" Summer asked.
"With pleasure," said Kitten.
Now it was time for the Teacher and the Kitten.

(music starting)

Teacher: You may think you're so cute
But there's no way I'll be messin'
Around with you because
I'm gonna teach you a lesson
You often have a thing
Where you tend to easily flirt
All the guys you see near you
Your feelings could get hurt
I'm not just a teacher
I too have a master's degree
On hip hop history and knowledge
And I do it with glee
It's time, little kitten
To take your last bow
It's time I sent you home
With a gentle meow

Kitten: So, I may not be bright
But I know a few things
Like where I belong
And how well my team sings
You just don't know what it's like
To be out on the road
Traveling on tour in a bus
It's now our brand new abode
And I don't always flirt
Not more often than once
If I did that behind my boyfriend
I'd feel like a dunce
It's time for a purr-fect finish
Coming from this cat
Who's gonna roar out in victory
And be proud being fat

(music stopping)

The Teacher was awestruck by such words of determination.
"She did not flinch once at my harsh critique!" she realized with her hair bun letting loose a little. "She is a real master!"
"Well, I guess it's all up to me," said the Principal.
"Let's break it down," said Summer.
They held out their mics and were ready to go for the final round.

(music starting)

Principal: You have yet to finish
This little rigorous test
Now it's time for the end
Where you face against the best
It's just you and me
Ticking by the hour
I'm the patriarch of these group
I hold all the power
I keep things in charge
And I take the lead
Your Summer is over and your Fall
Shall begin for a knowledgeable need
You can't get by without my tutoring
You'll ultimately lose
Because you'll never amount
With the path that you choose

Summer: Now, hold on there
I gotta draw the line
You can make of me
But not the friends of mine
Just because I'm like this
I don't get dumber
I have a great way of life
And everyday for me is Summer
That's my name, and that's my game
And you have made fun of us too long
Now it's time to put my foot down
And wrap up this song
I'm gonna take it all the way
This is one test I'll pass
We're Round Three, not fancy
But like you, we do have class

(music stopping)

The Principal tripped up after hearing such courage and wit from Summer.
"I just got expelled by this large lady!" said the Principal. "I hate to say it, but...they're superior."
"You heard it here, folks! We have a new champion! Round Three is our new Rap-O-Rama champion!" said the manager.
The crowd cheered. Round Three had finally dethroned the reigning champions and were given much praise.
"I can't believe it! We won!" Kitten cheered.
"We really got it going on!" said Coco.
"We did what we had to and raise the roof!" said Summer.
They noticed that the Old Schoolers were down in the dumps after having been dethroned.
"We lost! I can't believe it! We have been defeated after five years running!" the Teacher sobbed.
"Well, I guess we can always just keep the teaching part. The rapping one, not so much," said the Professor.
"Yeah. Time for us to stay behind the desk and leave the dance floor," said the Principal.
"Hey, gang, don't go!" said Summer.
"Yeah. Sure, you didn't exactly win, but you were still great out there," said Coco.
"You think so?" the Teacher asked.
"Sure. I mean, you were a bit harsh, but you really tried your best. And you never know. Have you ever thought of being artists yourselves?" Kitten asked.
"Not that we can think of," said the Principal.
"Luther, can you get them a deal somewhere?" Summer asked.
"I think that can be arranged," said Luther.

Luther called up his old buddy Benjamin at Cosmic Flare Records and asked of getting the Old Schoolers a contract ready for them.
"Sure thing, Mister Rohnert. I'll have that taken care of," said Benjamin.
And so, the Old Schoolers signed up for Cosmic Flare.
"Congratulations, Old Schoolers. You're now a new member of Cosmic Flare Records," Luther announced.
"Thanks, Luther. This is gonna be one heck of a change for us," said the Principal.
"And we can even take our teaching on the go through this new universal wi-fi transmitter I invented. We're gonna be teaching abroad for a while," said the Professor.
"That is so cool," said Kitten.
The manager of the club hated to see the Old Schoolers go, but they were gonna make a change for it.
"Well, good luck," said the manager.
"Thanks for having us. See you around," said the Teacher.
The Old Schoolers had then moved on to their new time in the music business.
"And before you girls go, here's your prize," said the manager.
They got a hat that looked like the cat by Dr. Seuss wears, a gift card to any participating BurgerTime restaurants worth $100 a pop, and their own disco ball to lighten up the place.
"Thanks! We're gonna use it with pride!" said Summer.
Their disco ball was now hanging up in their choreography studio on the bus and they were getting down with a big dance party together.
"Oh yeah! This is off the hook!" said Summer.

As for the Old Schoolers, it was hard for them to balance both of their careers, but it was worth it.
"Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" one of her students asked.
"I'm down with that, homey!" said the Teacher.
"Is that a yes or a no?" the student asked.
"Yes you may," said the Teacher.
It was definitely a big change.
"It's really hard to balance both of these. But it's what I love," she said.
"You said it, sistah," said the Professor.
"Right back at ya," said the Principal.
They were gonna have a lot of adjusting to do.

Fade out