Adventures in Babysitting Page #4

What?

Nobody leaves this place

without singing the blues.

You want me to sing?

They want me to sing.

Well, do whatever they want.

Just get us out of here.

I can't sing.

Hi.

My name's Chris Parker.

(PLAYS BLUES RIFF)

I live in Oak Park.

That's a suburb.

They probably figured that out.

This is Brad, Sara, and Daryl,

and we're in trouble.

Ain't no doubt.

See, me and my boyfriend Mike,

tonight's our anniversary.

But then he went and canceled, and

now I'm stuck watching these three.

And it's so hard.

(SINGING) And it's so hard

Babysitting these guys

She's got the...

I got this call from Brenda

I went to pick her up

The tire had a blowout

and my mom's car got shot up

- These guys started to chase us

- And we all got hijacked

- We're cruising down the highway

- In this big old Cadillac

And it's so hard

- Yeah!

- (CHEERING)

It's so hard

Babysitting these guys

She got the

Babysitting blues

Baby, baby

Babysitting blues

I've got the

Babysitting blues

Yeah, all right!

There are nights

You swearyou were born to lose

Like tonight

And you wish your feet

Were walking in someone else's shoes

Some guys are out to get us

- And Brenda's probably dead

- We ain't got a nickel

And they should be in bed

And you out of luck

Out of luck watching these guys

I've got the

Babysitting blues

Baby, baby

Babysitting blues

Baby, baby

Babysitting blues

There are nights

You swearyou were born to lose

Like tonight

And you wish your feet were walking

in someone else's shoes

Some guy's out to get her

And the girl's probably dead

- She ain't got a nickel

- And we should be in bed

Well, you out of luck

Out of luck watching these guys

I've got the

Babysitting blues

Baby, baby

Babysitting blues

Baby, baby

Babysitting blues

Yeah!

Up high!

Nobody leaves this place

without singing the blues.

(KIDS LAUGHING)

DARYL:
You were incredible. Amazing.

- I didn't know you were so cool.

- I did.

You guys were pretty cool yourselves.

Come on. We gotta get out of here.

- Where are we going?

- I don't know. Anywhere but here.

- BRAD:
Chris?

- Yeah?

- Can I tell you something?

- Sure.

BRAD:
I didn't really

know you until tonight.

I mean...

I knew you were pretty.

- I mean, you are pretty.

- Thanks. Is that your dad's building?

Yeah.

You're more than just that, though.

- You're kind of smart, too.

- I think we should turn ourselves in.

Wait, listen to me. The point is, I...

The point is, I...

I don't know what the hell you're doing

with Mike Todwell. Okay?

What?

I mean it. The guy is a total loser.

Daryl knows it. I know it.

It's none of your business.

There's nothing personal, Chris. I...

I just think you should give

other guys a chance.

Like who?

- Well, like...

- Don't say it. Don't say it.

- Like me?

- Oh, no, he said it.

- (LAUGHING)

- What's so funny?

Well, it's just that you're a child.

You're just a girl in love

with an a**hole.

Brad, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Forget it. Forget it.

Chris, look where Daryl is.

I would really like to get to know you,

if you have any time.

I have tons of time.

Daryl.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to get a date.

- You're cramping my style.

- She's too old for you.

- And you're not?

- I'm his babysitter.

How old are you?

- I'm 17.

- So am I.

You're 17?

- What are you doing on the streets?

- I ran away from home.

- Brenda! Come on.

- DARYL:
Bye.

Chris, why aren't you here?

Oh.

Oh!

It's a kitten.

Here, kitty, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty.

Hello. Hello.

Aw.

What's the matter? You got lost?

- You ran away from home.

- Drop it.

- What?

- Put the animal down.

- Why?

- We're going to kill it.

What? You monsters! Why would you

kill a poor defenseless kitten?

- Kitten?

- (LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

- This ain't no kitten.

- That's a jumbo-sized sewer rat.

(SQUEAKS)

(SCREAMING)

Brad, you wouldn't believe

what that girl would do for 20 bucks.

Daryl, I don't care.

- It's them!

- CHRIS:
Run!

Come on, guys, run!

(MEN RAPPING)

Take Sara.

Who's paying for those kids?

Somebody better pay for those kids

- or I'm calling the cops.

- Deal with it.

I want you to tell me

all about those kids.

Where you found them,

where they came from.

Well, how am I supposed to...

- I don't know anything, you know?

- You know something.

Yeah, you do, don't you?

They... They got to get their car.

We'll get to it first.

What do those guys want?

Maybe they want to

give us a ride home.

You think?

Sara, honey, I think you should

lay down and get some sleep.

I'm not tired.

- Well, pretend you're tired.

- Then can I pretend to sleep?

Yeah, whatever. Jesus!

(DOOR OPENING)

- Cool threads.

- We'll get off at the next stop.

Now don't you even think about

getting off this train, mocoso.

Only people getting off this here train

going to be doing it in body bags.

How you sound? This is our train.

GANG MEMBER:
Well, your train

is rolling in our turf.

- So what?

- So as soon as we cross

Devereaux Street,

you and your girls is dead meat.

We're gonna run now!

- They're going to kill each other.

- And kill us doing it.

There goes Jefferson.

There goes Jackson.

Here comes Devereaux.

Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice

that you're about to

start killing each other.

I was wondering if you could please wait

until we get off the train?

Sit down, b*tch.

B*tch, sit down.

Are you going to let them

get away with that?

- BRAD:
Wait a minute.

- I was kidding.

That was really rude.

Take it back, apologize.

- Stay out of this.

- He called you a b*tch.

- Brad, shut up!

- Hey, listen to the b*tch, Brad.

Watch your mouth, you...

You big-city scum-sucker.

GANG MEMBERS:
Ooh!

You just can't keep your foot

out of your mouth, can you, boy?

Let me help.

Don't f*** with the Lords of Hell.

Don't f*** with the babysitter.

All right, baby, chill out. Sh*t.

GANG MEMBER:
Girl's crazy.

(BRAD MOANING)

- Are you okay?

- I can't feel anything.

Don't touch it! It could get infected.

You could get anything.

Tetanus, lockjaw,

rabies, scabies, emphysema.

Well, then don't let him walk on it.

Pick him up.

Oh! Ow!

- What are we going to do with him?

- Guys, can't you read?

Take him to the hospital.

I can't feel a thing. Look out for the car.

Ow, ow!

Get the doors open, quickly.

BRAD:
Get out of the way!

We need help.

- Doctor!

- DARYL:
Can we have a doctor?

- Somebody!

- Please?

- Can I help you?

- We need a doctor.

- My friend was wounded in a gang fight.

- Calm down. I'll tell you what to do.

Wait. That's them.

Those are the kids who stole my car.

What are you bothering me for?

It's them you want.

Brenda, if you're dead,

I wish I was with you.

- Those are hot dogs, right?

- Yeah. Want one?

Yeah, I'd love one.

That'll be two bucks.

- A check?

- But it's a good check.

Chris's mom wrote it to Chris

'cause Chris bought her something,

then I bought Chris some press-on

nails and she wrote it over to me.

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