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Part 3

Pete rock, Tiny's favorite artist, played his ' wake_up' song on his ihome that was next to his bed. Tiny sat up, clacked his beak together and placed his feet on the cold ground. That little shock woke him completely. "Fuck that...." He said jumping back into his bed and recovering himself and lying back down. Just then his mother's voice boomed in his head as he opened both his eyes and waited. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY, BOY?" The large penguin immediately hopped out of bed and started to get dressed. "Nothin' mamma!" "That sho' didn't SOUND like nothin'." "I ain't said nothing, look, I'm already getten dressed." He said looking for his beanie hat. Tiny was a large rockhopper penguin for his age even his entire species. His football coach often questioned him if he used steroids, every time he came back into the weight room he seemed a bit bigger. Tiny wore a oversized black T-shirt that fell down almost to his knees, on the front of it was a picture of Mr. T pointing his finger towards an invisible person while saying 'I pitty da foo' who reads dis shirt' and he wore baggy black jeans that hung just below his tail feathers. Tiny admired himself in his mirror before finding some plaid socks on the floor and his high top converse shoes. After he laced up his shoes he 'bust' down his door with his arms wide open and said with a hearty 'GOOD mornin' family!' His hello was greeted with a long silence followed by a "SHUT THE HELL UP!" from everyone in the house "Well damn."

"The hell did you say?" His mother replied. "Nothin' mamma! Bitch..."

"Aw hell no, whatchu call me?"

"love you too mamma," He cut the conversation before it proceeded to get out of hand.

Tinys house wasn't the biggest on the block but it was inhabitable. The house he lived in was next to an apartment complex so he lived next to some very interesting people. Well, mostly crack dealers, crack heads, and a lot of thugs from different sides of the city, even though they live right next to each other. Tiny has been offered a lot of things but he's turned them down, each time more violently than the last.

He strolled into his kitchen from his room and turned on the television that was sitting on the counter. The news was the first thing that flashed onto the screen. He was just about to change the station to something more interesting until the female reporter started talking, which caught his attention. "Thanks Dan. The time now is 6:50. Now I would like to turn your attention to this seemingly-deadly virus spreading around America. We've yet to report any casualties but it's not to be taken lightly. Scientist and doctors have yet to really identify what causes the symptoms of the virus but some believe it is an old virus that has the capabilities to get into the host brain and completely shut down all relational thought, destroy the minds use of common sense, and cause complete memory lose. But experts say that this virus hasn't had the chance to evolve so quickly," Tiny began to make a protein shake and pour him a bowl of cereal. He sat down next to the T.V. when his older brother walked in, completely naked rubbing his yellow eyebrows. "What? You aint gone yet?"

"You aint got a job yet?" Tiny replied.

His older brother glared at him and walked into the kitchen with a swaying motion that made his penis swing back and fourth. "God damn it Marcus, why you gotta walk like that? And I'm eatin', show some damn respect." The older, but smaller penguin grabbed his younger brothers face, pushed his cheek on Tiny's, and stared in the same direction he was looking at. "Look bro. We live in a country where I can walk around naked in my OWN damn house," He stood up, leavening his member where his face was supposed to be. Tiny turned his head to see his brother's penis in his face. Instinctively, he jerked back and almost fell out of his chair. He was about to smack his laughing brother around the house until their mothers voice roared into the kitchen, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YALL DOIN' IN THERE? DON'T MAKE ME GET UP!" They both glared at each other before answering in unison, "Nothings wrong mamma."

"Alright, let it stay that..." She sneezed and the both said 'bless you' without even thinking about it. Tiny was the first to speak after the short silence. "You know, I think mamma got that flu virus dats on the news everywhere." Marcus playfully slapped the back of his brothers' head. "Yo man, you need to stop playin' with me like dat." Tiny said as Marcus slipped on a pair of boxers he found lying on the floor. "What's dat you said about mamma?" Tiny took a bite from a spoonful of cereal before replying. "I think mamma got dat flu, ya know? Since you don't got a job, you can take her to the doctor or something."

"Eh, I'm looking for a job ight? And anyway, the damn hospital is as full as my colon when I ate that bad sea food; you know what I'm sayin?" His words started to trail off because of his giggles. Tiny picked up a steak knife that was next to him and threw it at his immature brother. It hit the side of the wall, next to the older rockhoppers head. Marcus immediately stopped laughing and looked over to the knife that was stuck in the wall. "Yo, you need to stop playin' like that." Tiny just smirked and drained his cereal down his throat. He grabbed his protein shake and looked at the T.V. again before he was interrupted. "-y God be with us," The female cow grabbed some other papers that was off screen and began to smile. "And now we take you over to our adopt-a-pet portion of the news"

"Fuck dat." He grabs the remote and channel surfs for the EET channel. (Ebonics Entertainment Television) A couple of beautiful female cats, dressed in nothing but string, danced seductively around an overdressed pit bull who was singing about some hotel and then a motel. Tiny sighed and looked at the clock. "Damn, they just don't make rap like they should anymore." After looking at his clock he glanced over at his brother whom started to dance the latest dance craze. "Yeeeaaaah! Turn dat up bro. I know that may be some old shit but that's some good shit!"

"You like this shit?" Tiny said. Marcus looked puzzled and replied.

"What? You don't? I thought you loved this man?"

"I used to. It got pointless to me..."

"Yo'r lost, Ace boon coon." Tiny shrugged and walked to his mothers' room and leaned in to knock on the door. "Yo, mamma! You alright? Im going to school now." No reply. "I think I'm gonna go next door and get high." He leaned closer to the door and heard rustling sound. "Oh shit..." he said running toward the front door. Tinys mother literally bust down her door and yelled so loud that the rumbling could be detected on the richter scale. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?! AW HELL NO YOU GET YO ROCK HOPPIN ASS BACK HERE!" She had on a pink robe and pink curls in her hair, even in her long yellow eyebrows. She surveyed the room looking for her youngest son but only saw her oldest, dancing to the music. She took one good look at him. "MARCUS! Get some clothes on yo naked ass boy, you scarin' my childrens'." As she said that her two twin daughters appeared behind her and looked at their older brother in disgust. "EWWWW!" they both exclaimed and ran back into their mother's room. Embarrassed, Marcus grabbed the chair pillow, placed it over his boxers and sneaked back into his room.

Tiny walked up a small hill and waited at the top for his bus. He really loved the morning, especially when it was quite. He had time to gather his thoughts. He pulled out his ipod and shuffled around on it while he waited for the bus. Tired of listing to hip hop for a little bit he switched to his saved play list, which held his bands music in it. Tiny, Morocco, T.J., and Angel formed a band a while back and produced some pretty decent abstract trip-hop. He listened to one of their older pieces. 'Anew' is what Angel named it. After about ten minuets of waiting for his ride he felt a vibration in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and looked at the caller id. It was picture of Angel singing. ~either she wanted to call to say hi, remind me that we have band practice, or she forgot the bus. ~ He answered.

"Hello, you reached Mr. Biggs contact number, how may I direct your call?"

"Tiny!" Her voice sounded winded.

"Yes Miss Bridg?" Tiny said.

Angel finally answered again. "Hey, Tiny," She was drawing short rapid breaths. Tiny moved the phone from his ear and looked at the phone in disbelief. "Come on angel, I don't wanna hear that right know. I don't care who you are doin it with, just don't brag to me about it." "WHAT! I'm not fucking anyone, you thick headed-"

"Yo, you alright?"

"Look," She sounded like she'd been running for a while, "I need you to stall the bus driver as long as you can." Tiny rolled his eyes. "I knew you missed the damn bus. Where are you?" "Not far...Call me if you can't keep him busy until I get there."

"Speak of the devil, here's come the Twinkie. Alright. I'll see what I can do." "Thanks, hun." Tiny hung up first before he took off his shirt.~the things I do for my friends~ He thought. He jumped around before he 'fell' on the pavement. The bus driver skidded to a stop. He started to pull out his phone and call 911 and Tiny saw that. To keep from any legal issues accruing, he started to do sit ups. When the bus driver put his phone away, he begin to get out of the side of the bus before he was stoped by The rockhopper. The fox bus driver had to lift his head to look into Tiny's eyes. "Any reason why you where on the ground?"

"Hm?"

"You heard me Tyrone." The fox said, getting agitated. The Rockhopper put his shirt back on and gently pushed the fat fox out of the way and sat down in the drivers seat, placing his legs onto the wheels and leaning back to rest. "Ya know, I think I like it up here." He said looking right into the face of the round fox. "Look, Tyrone, don't make me call the prince-" His words were cut off by a 'ahem' by Tiny.

"Excuse me? The principle? He can't do shit to me. Nither can anyone else for that matter, so I suggest you sit yo ass in da back of the bus and wait for some things to happen before we depart from this lovely complex." The other teens on the bus were starting to get anxious. "That fuckin' penguin is taking the damn bus hostage" One kid said from the back. "Call the cops!" another said. Mummers of agreement flowed over the teens. "Ill pay each of you, five bucks to keep yo fuckin mouth closed about dis ordeal." Every body instantly started to talk like nothing was happening until one stood up. "Im calling the cops!" He screamed. Tiny sat up and walked slowly to the back to the small nerdy wolf. "Wrong move, punk." He cracked his knuckles and waited in front of the wolf. "I'm not afraid of you." The little wolf said as he ajusted his glasses.

Tiny leaned into his face. "Oh, Why not?" He said as he grabbed the smaller wolf, pushed him against the window, and cocked his fist. "You're a guy right?" The wolf said "...You lost yor talkin' privileges, AND yo teeth bitch" And just before Tiny threw his punch, The fox delivered a swift kick to Tiny's balls. Tiny sat there for a second, his expression of anger unchanged, and then his frown turned into a sad face of great pain. He let go of the wolf and put both his wings on his crotch while screaming in agonizing pain. He rolled on the ground a little bit after the bus driver started the bus up again and drove off. The drivers voice appeared in the bus. "I still want my five dollars mister Biggs." Everyone laughed.

Tiny groaned and moaned until he crawled in a occupied seat. Through squinted eyes he saw the otter girl that T.j. has a crush on. Although it was hard to see, It looked like she was a little scared sitting next to a wannabe terrorist. Him rubbing on his crotch didn't make things better. "Hey, What's yo name? Anna? Briana?" She timidly answered him "Uh...it's Chelsy." "Yeah, my friend, T.j. likes you..." She blushed a deep red shade and he smiled. He pulled out his phone to call Angel. "What happened?" her voice sounded like she just smoked a pack of stogs and then ran a mile. "Tim nut checked me, dat's what happened. I stalled as much as I could but yo're gonna have to change the direction and try to cut the bus off. "SHIT! Ok, stay on the phone. Oh and thanks Tiny."

"No problem Angel." He sat back and looked at the otter girl sitting next to him. He waved his wing in front of her and she snapped out of her trance, asking all kinds of questions. "Whoa! Damn slow down. If you wanna know about him you're gonna have to control your hyperness." Chelsy Apologized and slowly asked Tiny every thing she wanted to know about her crush. Lo and behold! Tiny Biggs everybody! Just three more parts until the zombies!