Acapella Country was a farm that grew apples, pumpkins, and other root crops. A stream divided the farm into the dirt path and the orchard of trees, and a lizard donning a cowboy hat sat upon a crimson tractor and plucked a guitar.
“Oh- such a tragedy, but it is a reality, my quartet of lizards has taken a huge blow, and now I am merely solo…” He sang sadly, strumming on his guitar.
“You don’t have to worry any longer.” Angie comforted him. “I’ll find your quartet within those walls, I’m sure of it!”
“Are you pulling my lizard leg and tail?”
“Well, truth is stranger than fiction to most of us, I guess. I’m not lying, and you’ll see! My name’s Angie, by the way.”
“Alright then, Angie. My quartet is made of lizards. I’m Alun, and the missing members are Kazuki, Jalyn, and Xinyi.”
The first lizard to be rescued was Jalyn, a baritone singer with a six-pointed gold star badge pinned to his chest. He was found in the 6th wall.
After the 9th wall had been taken down, Xinyi, a bass singer with smaller eyes than the rest, was rescued.
At the last wall, Kazuki, a tenor, was reunited with the rest of the quartet.
“Together, we are the Doo-wop Lizards!” Declared Jalyn, who was apparently the leader of the group. “Now harmonize!”
“Aaaaaah!” All four of them sang out in different pitches that harmonized with each other.
“Alright then, Angie.” Alun finally said. “Good luck on your journey.” He handed her a wicker cornucopia with 4 small pumpkins, 4 apples and 4 carrots.”
Red seats surrounded a hemisphere-shaped stage. A gear was on the side, along with a crank next to it. A pug donned in full Viking costume raised his spear and vocalized, singing out sounds going higher and higher.
“Ah, look! Finally, an audience. I’ve been yearning for so long for someone to go here, take a seat, and watch! I’m Roar, what’s your name?”
“Oh? I’m Angie, and I’m here to take down those colourful-looking barriers. That’s where your audience went.”
“Ohhhhh. So that’s what those actually were. I thought those were boxes holding a buttload of props!”
“I can’t really blame you for thinking that. You’re not the only one.”
“Thank goodness. When you told me those were pet-trapping walls, I wondered if I was dumb right there.”
10 days later, an audience was finally occupying the seats as Roar sang out his opera.
A purple road of buttons lay in front of Angie. The next wall was over a yellow tile, which after breaking the wall, was revealed to be a yellow triangle. Angie had made it to Synth Space.
A skunk pressed keys on his keytar behind a set of large piano keys to create music. At first, it sounded like violins, then flutes, then electric guitars, then simply a series of 8-bit beeps.
“Oh my.” Angie said in awe. “How does that even work?”
“It’s a synthesizer, baby. There’s technology in here that allows it to play so many different kinds of music.”
“Technology? It’s not something I’m really an expert on. I was raised on a farm. Anyways, I’ll be breaking some walls.”
“Oh, you better.” The skunk replied in a slightly irritated tone. “If these buttons are blocked, I can’t play, pause, change volume, or anything like that, and neither will anyone else be able to do so!”
After 19 days, the lighting changed from purple to blue as Angie set off towards Pop Plaza.
Speakers surrounded a bridge. There was an empty space between the bridge and a large, circular, elevated stage. Wilted roses and an extremely thin crying Chihuahua were on the stage.
“How I loved the hustle and bustle of pets cheering for me as I sang the very latest pop songs.” The Chihuahua lamented to himself and continued to cry.
“Hmm, a crowd, a crowd. Ah, yes!” Angie finally said. “Do you see those walls?”
“Huh?”
“Your crowd is waiting for you there.”
“Are you for flippin’ real?
“Yes. How else did I get here?”
15 days later, pets were raising paws and holding signs as bright lights flashed and the Chihuahua sang. Taking a quick glance at the map, Angie realized that the end of Harmony Hills was nearby.
A red-hooded mouse with golden chains held a mic and beatboxed.
“Wassup, man?”
“Pardon?” Angie replied, not knowing what he just said.”
“Don’t understand rapper language? I’m just asking how you are, man! I’m Damien, your guide to Street Beats!”
“Eh, I don’t listen to the radio that much.”
“Hm. There’s some pretty good stuff there.”
“I’m here to break the walls.”
“Eh? When those walls came down, I was able to not get trapped for some darn reason. In the walls, the others were rapping until their voices tired out. There’s a microphone-shaped building for when someone comes up with a good rap, and when they rap, it blares through the entire street.”
“Hm. I see. Well, I’ve got to rescue your comrades!”
“Get out there and do me proud, man!” Damien shouted into the microphone way too close to Angie’s ear.
2 weeks later, all the rappers lined up at the microphone building and recited the raps they’ve been thinking about for the last 5 years. Considering how loud the mic was, it was good Angie already had headphones handy. She then decided to just lie low and leave Street Beats without anyone noticing, and move on to Crazy Cuisine.
*****DISCLAIMER*****
This is an unofficial fanmade story of Pet Rescue Saga. Characters and map illustrations belong to King Digital Entertainment. Infringement of any kind is not intended. This is intended to be non-profit and purely for entertainment purposes.
Ownership
Story: Created by me
Appearance of characters (Except for Angie’s parents): King Digital Entertainment
Character personalities: Created by me
Names of locations: King Digital Entertainment
Screenshots: Captured by me from the mobile version of Pet Rescue Saga
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