Bebe's Kids AKA Robin Harris' Bebe's Kids Page #6

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Well, here. Here's $10.

Call the pizza man.

He don't come around here no more.

- You leaving?

- Well...

...I'm sure your mother

will be home soon.

Just keep the door locked, all right?

I sure had a good time.

Take care of yourselves.

Bye-bye, y'all.

Bye, Mr. Harris.

Now do you understand?

I understand that BeBe

needs a good realtor.

Those kids don't stand a chance

in that neighborhood.

No, I don't think that neighborhood

stands a chance against BeBe's kids.

Now, I know they have

a behavior problem...

...but they're still kids.

Jamika, I was a kid too.

And I lived like that too.

But I wasn't as bad as those kids.

Nowhere near as bad.

If I got in trouble, my mother would

beat me until my daddy get home.

Then he'd put on that blues record

that skipped.

Whup you when I wanna

When I wanna

When I wanna

See, Robin, you making my case.

These kids need...

Need what? A social worker?

I already got a job, and it pays

better benefits than that one.

Oh, you gonna be like that, huh?

That was it.

- That was it?

- Not another word.

- You dropped her off?

- She got out, didn't say nothing.

- Well, what did you say?

- Say?

I wasn't gonna play myself,

if she was gonna play high post.

- Oh, man.

- Oh, man, nothing.

Say, man, you did the right thing

leaving them kids.

They were nothing but trouble.

Listen, you don't need

to look out for nobody but yourself.

That's why I am where I am today.

What am I doing?

I gotta go get those kids.

I can't just leave them there.

Jamika?

- I think I judged...

- Well, wait. Hold up.

We both been under a lot of stress

and said some things

we didn't really mean.

Well, I...

Well...

Hey, now.

- Your mama kind of like him, huh?

- Yeah, and I kind of like him too.

It looks like cooties is catching.

Come here. I'll show you.

Go ahead, beat him like he owe

you money. I like LaShawn, boy.

Robin, the kids really do appreciate

what you've done for them today.

Well, you know.

They just have their own way

of showing it.

Hey, what's this?

Hey, Slim, we saved you a slice.

So where we going next, Mr. Harris?

How about Las Vegas?

Vegas? We ain't going to no Vegas.

You're barely getting a ride

to the end of the block,

so just sit back, buckle up, be happy,

and check Pee Wee's drawers.

I don't know how Jamika

talked me into coming.

- We got 14 cents between all of us.

- Robin, it's gonna be OK.

This ain't a... You know

them kids don't know how to act.

- The circus can't train them kids.

- Look at those sweet little faces.

I ain't having it. I'm like Marvin Gaye.

I want to know what's going on.

- Oh, no, it's BeBe's kids!

- Ain't that a...

- Robin.

- What did you all do now?

I ain't never been here,

huh, LaShawn?

Oh, yeah, let me up out of here, baby.

Vegas at last.

Now, this is my kind of town.

Pour one for the poor one.

Six-eight, running mates.

Box cars, don't stretch me out, now.

Las Vegas in effect, baby.

- Pee Wee!

- Pee Wee, what you doing?

What's that in your hand?

Pee Wee. Pee Wee, put that down.

Pee Wee. Pee Wee! No!

Test-tube baby.

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