“The day Mystic got Melons and I got Maango” The Song Remains The Same (Part 5) – Retro Molvi

Who knew that a small mistake on behalf of a worried person trying to find his cat would lead us to finding Fruity Frills. Johnny by mistake gave Fruity’s picture (shown below) instead of his cat’s picture and gave a message that read “Wanted. White and Grey male Persian cat. Please return to, or inform the whereabouts of the cat to the owner. Thank you. contact on 0333 338-SEXY”, to the neighbor’s child for making a notice that was to be put up on all over the neighborhood.

Fruity Frills. (Maango)

When Johnny found out his mistake, it was too late and the notice had been put up all over the neighborhood. He sat in his lounge on his recliner, barely fitting in it, held the notice in one of his hand and had his other hand scratching his head. Just at this moment he received a phone call by an old lady.

Johnny: “Hell*whistle*ooo”

Old Lady: Hello, you put up a notice of a lost cat, mister you’ve got a weird cat!!!!!

Johnny: “Yes.”

Old lady: “Well the description doesn’t match but the picture does and your cat walks on two legs. How did you do that?? the last time i tried my cat fell off the stairs and died.”

Johnny: “aaaaaa. Do*whistle* you hafff my cath?”

Old Lady: “No. It lives down the street in its own house.”

Johnny took down the address and patiently heard the old lady talk. After an hour of listening to the old lady ramble on of her neighbor’s daughter’s friend’s uncle’s cat being able to jump as high as an Olympic gold medalist, Johnny ran to come see us and then Johnny, I and Ashraf left to capture Fruity, while Mystic sat at Johnny’s house preparing for when we would bring Fruity back.

Ashraf Memon Khan, or better know as just Ashraf Memon was of central Sindh origin and had gained education at the Oxford University. He came back like all patriots to serve his country and when he reached back home, looking at the conditions, he became an active political activist. The prison had become his second home and the library his first. In between his busy schedule, he would come and help us out often, for unknown reasons. Strangely no one really knows if he is really a part of the M-Unit or not, but everyone did consider him to be. He loved cursing and smoking joints, the two pleasures of life as he said.

When we arrived at the premises where Fruity was seen living at. We dispersed and looked for the different entrances. All three of us entered from three different doors and looking around all converged at one point, the whole house was empty, the doors of almost all of the rooms were wide open except one. If he was in the house, he was in here. We crashed in to the room and surprised him. Fruity, sitting in the center once meditating, now starring at us in surprise. The surprise soon changed into anger and three knives came flying, I being immortal, took all three and fell to the ground, with a growl of agony as the knives went deeper.

Johnny from behind me dived on to Fruity and Ashraf stood there in shock of what to do, should he assist me or Johnny. Johnny all 100 kg of him fell on Fruity, who sadly was only 58.90 kg. Johnny’s fat engulfed fruity, out of suffocation, fruity gave away and fainted. Johnny got off and looking at fruity unconscious, said “that was easy!!”

I recovered and pulled out the knives, not worrying of the injuries as they would heal by themselves. Johnny and Ashraf carried Fruity away as I saw all what was written on the wall. It seemed there was everything that brought meaning to his life, was posted on the wall. Proof of hate, love and loyalty. Pictures of all the M-Unit pictures with crosses made by pens, some of them even had beards on them, I saw that fruity had been following me around as he had pictures of Me and the Iranian Model, Ya, i so cared about.

He had pictures of the Geast, under which he had messages that said ” Hail all Knowing Master Horus.” He had pictures of Ahsan too, under it messages of sworn vengeances were written. There were notes too, one of them said the Geast’s favorite salad recipe and had the ingredients mentioned below, Roman lettuce, croûtons, Parmesan cheese.

We went back to Johnny’s house where Mystic was getting impatient. We lay Fruity on a table and Mystic got to work to brainwash Fruity. Mystic knew we had very little time, we had to do it before fruity woke up.

Mystic entered Fruity’s mind and went on a journey to find the key to flush Fruity’s mind. Mystic had made the rest of us into spectators of this journey and so it started with a swirl of black and white that faded away and we saw Mystic in pool with girls all around him, having fun and sipping on drinks quite comfortably. After a while watching Mystic have fun, Ashraf pointed out that we had little time and so Mystic annoyed, left the pool and went on into this structure that much looked like a container which was transformed into a temporary shelter.

As Mystic was about to enter, he was stopped by 50 cent, who stood in Mystic’s way.

50 cent: “where you goin’ homey?, We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday, We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday And you know we don’t give a fuck, It’s not your birthday!”

Mystic just gave him a cold stare.

50 cent: “ok, ok, I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me, My back on the wall, now you gon’ see, Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me, Cause I’ll come and take your life away, Many men, many, many, many, many men, Wish death ‘pon me”

Mystic : “How come your mostly talking in song lyrics?”

50 cent: “the fuck should i know dawg?..this nigga’s trippin’..tha’s all he got in his dome”

Mystic not amused, just went around 50, and got into the structure, though the structure from the outside looked as if it was a shelter made from a container, it was actually a mansion from inside. Mystic baffled from the size of the mansion, wondered where could Fruity be.

He wouldn’t have quite looked around for more then five minutes, when saw a door that said “the playa” on it. It had to be it, whom if Mystic killed, Fruity would loose all memory and completely be brainwashed.

Mystic entered. Inside the room, stood Fruity, taller, stronger then his true self, dressed in complete white with gold jewelry and Wayfarers styled sun glasses. All I could think of at that moment was, I want  those sun glasses. Mystic and Fruity stood facing each other, eyes in eyes. This was going to be intense and so they agreed upon a game of CS, who ever was first to 20 wins on a single map was the winner and the loser had to shoot himself. Fruity and Mystic both ran to side and choose a computer and started playing.

Mystic was loosing badly until he morphed us all in to what we were all just spectators. Now it was four against one in CS, and Fruity had gotten into trouble. As Fruity began to loose, he got up and screamed “not fair!!!!” and pulled out his gun, we all were stunned and frozen, not knowing what to do. Mystic at that moment faded away and I was vexed, thinking Mystic had left us to face this horrible end. Soon to appear again, behind Fruity was Mystic. I knew Mystic wouldn’t leave us alone here.

Mystic bent down, pulled out a knife from Fruity’s cowboy shoes and stabbed Fruity in the back. Fruity then turned around and changed into Caesar and screamed “you too Brutus.” We had done it, we had successfully killed Fruity’s inner self. Now all we had to do was leave and complete the later stages of brainwashing, but as we were leaving his mind, Johnny for some odd reason opened a door and it ruined almost everything for us.

Behind the door was one of Fruity’s memory and in that memory was, Fruity in a prison shower area, and he dropped his soap. Next to come was a shriek, a scream so loud and high pitched that we all lost concentration and found ourselves out of Fruity’s mind and in the reality. Fruity was sitting up on the table and panting. Fruity looking at us, trying to recall his memories, asked who he was? To which Mystic replied “Maango, the belly dancer.”

Instantaneously Mystic felt my elbow on his rib cage and got the cold stare from everyone in the room except of Fruity who was too busy trying to count his fingers. Mystic then corrected himself and told Fruity, who he truly was and that he had lots to learn.

Over time Fruity regained his strength and control over his powers, he also developed an alter-ego,which was a bit of a charlatan and we called it Horus. Mystic and I also realized that the saga in which he recalled his disturbing memory of the time when he was in prison had caused an effect on him. Fruity’s imagination would take over time to time and distort his sight. Fruity would almost see all long and cylindrical objects as lettuce and authoritative people as teddy bears. He would also see people perfectly standing in front of him to be skinny, timid, wobbling and hiding behind objects. If it was any Marvel character who he reminded me at those moments was probably Deadpool.

Fruity had become a true member of the M-Unit now and we were now on a mission to find Chammoo, who according to our intelligence was still America, under protection.

~ by retromolvi on July 4, 2009.