Bebe's Kids AKA Robin Harris' Bebe's Kids Page #4

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And Robin spends money

To my posse won't be no attacking

Hey, yo

We ain't wild

We're straight jacking

- Yo, they trying to get away.

- Rush them.

Rodney, come on.

Let's get out of here.

- You're on your own, Rodney.

- Let go.

Rodney!

Rodney!

Oh, not the feet.

I've only got two of them.

These'll work.

We can use these to go swimming.

- Look, there they are.

- 5-0. Run.

Fun World.

Come back here, you little

scum-buckets. I'm gonna get you.

Oh, Robin. It looks like

there's some trouble.

Trouble? Girl, you from Compton.

That ain't no kind of trouble.

We should find the kids

and make sure they're safe.

Them kids are all right, girl.

I feel sorry for trouble

if it runs into them kids.

Hide!

Hey, y'all, wait for me.

Look out! Behind you!

- Run.

- Look at them. Look at them.

Where's them cops now?

Put that down.

Thank God they white.

There they are.

Come on, I think they're still

behind us. This way, Richie. Get in.

Please, walk to your cars and secure

your seat belts immediately.

Ever hear of the Alamo? Get your

muskets ready, Davy Crockett.

How long could we keep this up?

Until BeBe's kids show up again,

and they'll know what to do.

Look out, there's one over there.

Look out behind you.

- Oh, my aching old back.

- My glasses.

He's going down the court,

just going...

Boy, you're so crazy.

I ain't lying.

Would you try to stop them?

I'm going to the ladies' room.

I'll be right back.

Don't get lost,

my little chitlin snaps.

Girl, you been walking slow all day.

What's your problem?

My man Robin came over last night.

- You mean Robin Harris?

- Ain't but one.

I got bags under my eyes

big enough to carry $50

worth of groceries.

How come y'all

didn't stay married?

Oh, he's good to me,

but he's so mean to the kids.

- Is he cheap?

- Is he?

He turned Muslim so he wouldn't

have to give Christmas presents.

- That's a damn shame.

- And he's so quick to hit somebody.

Then he don't wanna

pay the dental bill.

I don't know what to say.

You shouldn't be with that man.

I know, I shouldn't. But, girl,

I can't help it, because I love him.

You love him?

- Girl, I don't believe what you just did.

- Did we psyche her out or what?

- Did you see her face?

- I know!

Girl, I ain't seen nobody that mad

since I saw Robin in divorce court.

Hey, sweet thing. Where you been?

Where I been is talking

to some of your friends.

- My friends?

- And where were you last night?

You act like you know.

What's wrong?

Don't act like something's wrong with

me. You the one with the problem.

Now, how much time we got

until we meet the kids?

Well, we got just enough time...

- Oh, my God...

- Robikins.

Get away. Get away from here.

Leave. Please leave.

Guess what? We got just enough

time to go check out Futureville.

I bet you it ain't got

no black people in it.

- You acting like that didn't happen?

- What?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey,

I thought you was in a downwind.

I had a couple of burritos,

and you know...

Robin, don't try to change the subject.

I knew she wasn't

going to leave me alone.

So I try to figure out what's worse,

telling a pretty lie or the ugly truth.

- Beauty's only skin deep.

- Yeah, but ugly is to the bone.

Amen, brother.

I hate it when a woman says:

Just tell me the truth.

I won't get upset.

Because she's lying.

She don't wanna hear the truth.

If you tell her the truth

she's gonna get mad. I told her:

That's my landlady.

The old snaggletoothed heifer.

Spending all my rent

money on that cotton candy

when she knows she needs

to be fixing my refrigerator.

Wait, wait. Jamika,

come on, now. Jamika!

Hey. Yo, you always

trying to leave the little O.G.

Hey, man, yo.

Come back here with my brother.

Humans are not allowed here.

Give him back, and we'll leave.

Give my little brother back.

You better not be rolling nowhere

with my brother.

He attacked one of our models.

He will be punished.

He must not know

who he's messing with.

Hey, tin man, haven't you

heard of BeBe's...

Run, Pee Wee,

he's got the scent of your diaper.

What's going on here?

Shoo. Move along. Get.

- Hey, you there.

- What do you want?

You're in America, son. That's not

the way we do things around here.

- Every man has a right to a fair trial.

- Word.

So how about it?

Give a brother a fair shot.

If my robotic brethren agree,

a trial will commence.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The robots versus Kahlil Wooten.

The charge is assault.

The prosecution

may present their case.

You know, it's been a long time

since I've been

in a courtroom as a lawyer,

but the evidence of this heinous

crime is so irrefutable.

Exhibit one, please.

Now this is videotape from

one of the security cameras

in the Fun World exhibit.

Oh, man, cold busted.

I told you that stupid bad attitude

would get you in trouble, Kahlil.

Do me a favor man, Leon,

before they fry me, drop dead.

Any of you who knows the importance

of law and order will vote guilty.

For the defense, Abraham Lincoln.

Don't slip up, Abe.

Pass the mashed potatoes, dear,

will you?

Is this a pork gravy, dear?

Or is this?

Here it comes. I'm just

waiting for her to ask me.

Robin, who was that, really?

You mean the one over there

with the orange perm...

...and the spandex.

That's Dorothea. That's my ex-wife.

Lips so big, ChapStick

had to make a spray.

I know I should have told you,

but I'm embarrassed by that girl.

I guess that's why you

only see her at night, huh?

Night? I'm trying not to see her

for the rest of my life!

That's not what I heard.

Sprung a leak, cuz?

What you mean, "heard"?

Did she talk to you or something?

Well, we gonna

settle this now. Right now!

Each of you must ask yourself:

Are we petty, vengeful humans

or logical, moral machines?

Then pass judgment.

Your Honor, the defense rests.

What say you all?

Death. Death. Death.

Wait a minute. Listen up.

Oh, no, don't help me, Leon. All they

were gonna do before was kill me.

Ladies and gentlemen of the court

You're about to witness

A brand-new sport

Where you're on the offense

And I'm on the defense

So let's see if we can

Make some sense

Kahlil is a rebel without a pause

He's a victim of your unjust laws

Fun World is no real fun for him

It seems so whack, so bland, so grim

Freedom is a concept

Designed for every race

Follow it and Kahlil

Might own this place

He'd change the name

And change the feel

lmagine "Def World"

With your host Kahlil

Where Carter sells peanuts

And Nixon fresh lemonade

And even old Abe

Will sport a hightop fade

Remember every great leader

Broke the rules

Made up by fools

Give Kahlil the tools he needs

Freedom

Freedom

Freedom

Freedom

Who are y'all to tell me

I ain't civilized

Don't give us laws

Give us the right to live our lives

At least I go out

And get what's coming

Because BeBe's kids

Ain't known for running

So come on down

Even if you're abused

You robots are all right

Until you blow a fuse

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