Boo! A Madea Halloween Page #8

- Look, somethings wrong with Aday,

- she just ran out of here.

- Where did she go?

- I don't know!

- Well, what happened?

I told her to get the hell out.

She's 17.

And so is this broad fraud right here.

Are you crazy?

We could all go to jail!

Hold up, she's not 17.

Does this look like a 17-year-old?

Are you 17?

- Yes.

- Oh!

Tiffany, that's just...

- Tiffany, that's just wrong!

- I know. I'm sorry.

No! We can all get kicked out

of school for this.

- I'm sorry!

- Wait, how old are you guys?

- Eighteen.

- Eighteen.

Cool, cool.

All right, all right,

I need all the illegals

to get out of this frat right now.

- Go. There's the door.

- Guys.

The cops are here.

All right. All right, listen.

Everybody out. Take her out

the back door and try to find Aday.

- Come on, Tiff.

- Outta here. Let's go, go, go.

Out of my way, peasants!

I ain't going back. Go, go!

What's up, Officer?

My name is Jonathan.

The El Presidente

of this here fraterni-tay.

How can I help you?

Party's over.

Everyone clear out of the house.

- Present IDs. Now.

- Hey, hey, hey.

You got a warrant, hot shot?

You want me to call the dean

and wake her up?

No, no.

That's what I thought.

Everyone, clear out!

Party's over, now.

All right. Everyone out!

- Party's over.

- Lamest party ever.

What a bummer.

Officer Buzzkill over here, man.

Did that really just happen?

- Man, it was lit.

- You really leaving?

I don't play with po-po.

We out, homie. All right.

Tyga, no.Tyga.

This sucks.

Hey, you know it was them geezers

that called the police. You know that.

Oh, I know.

We can't let 'em get away with this.

You know, it was our own fault,

they shouldn't have been here

in the first place.

Would you mind shutting up?

This is not our fault and I refuse

to let some old people

deny this frat's reputation.

What are we gonna do?

Oh, we're gonna get so even, fellas.

Here's the plan.

Madea! Madea!

- What the hell?

- Mabel!

What's this? Lord, have mercy.

Hattie, what the hell wrong with you?

I think I heard somethin'

scratchin' up my wall.

Girl, go on with that, hell.

I think it's that man

that killed his whole family.

I think it's Mr. Wilson, Ma.

Hattie, calm the hell down, ain't no...

What the hell is that, now?

What the hell is that?

Wait!

It's him, Ma,

I ain't ready to die, Ma.

Listen, listen, would you hush?

Yes. Please, Hattie.

Ain't no ghosts in this house.

Ain't no ghost gonna be

knocking on the damn door.

Does that make sense to you?

A ghost that damn knock on the door?

That's crazy as hell!

Bam, go open that door.

I know you ain't sending me

to that door.

Uh-uh.

You scared, Mabel.

I ain't scared of nothin'.

Go open the door.

Go open the door, Mabel.

I'm tired right now.

Uh, Joe, open the door.

Hell, I ain't going to that door,

this ain't my house.

I ain't goin' nowhere near that door.

Go on and get it, bruh.

- What the hell?

- Oh, no.

- Hattie, what the hell is it?

- Oh, no, Ma.

- What is it, Hattie?

- You see somethin' scary at the door?

What is it?

It's white men.

What?

You see white people?

Girl, that's the po-po, here.

- Hide the stuff!

- Get the stuff...

Oh, hell, I ain't got nothing.

We ain't got nothin' to hide.

That took me back in the day when

the po-po used to come round here,

and everybody would be

just duckin', runnin'.

Them was the good old days.

Oh, man, please.

I got a prescription, I'm good.

Okay, well, Bam, go open the door.

Why I gotta open the door?

'Cause you got a prescription, you good.

Go open the door here.

All right, all right.

Hi. Urn, someone here

called for the cops?

Uh...

No speak-a English...

I'm from Jamaica.

- They speak English in Jamaica.

- Well, I'm from Mexico.

- Como esta usted?

- Well, then, I'm from China.

Hey, hallelujah!

You speak in tongues?

- I went to college.

- And I love Jesus. Yes, I do, too.

- We all do, too.

- Yes.

Look, we got a call

about an underage girl...

What they saying?

I can't hear 'em.

What's that smell?

- Oh!

- Bam!

I been waitin' to do this for years!

I'm legal! I'm legal, bruh!

- Yeah! Yeah.

- Hallelujah.

Yeah. That's what I said,

too, when I got it.

Okay.

I know damn well

this girl is not...

Where the hell you been?

I'm tellin' you right now,

I'm gonna... She...

I'ma bust her in her face.

Excuse me, are you Tiffany?

Yes.

Look, I get it, it's Halloween,

you guys are always

playing tricks on everybody.

- Enough is enough.

- Okay.

Enjoy your fun

and call it an evening.

Okay.

We can't keep on having

these prank calls. You understand?

I understand.

Yes, sir.

Okay. Well, you two

have a good evening.

Sorry, Officer.

Say "Sorry, Officer!"

Sorry, Officer.

Back to you.

- They gone?

- Yeah.

Call 'em back.

'Cause I'm getting' ready to get her.

Why, well, hold on, Muggum, why?

Where the hell you been?

- I been asleep.

- You have not been up there.

I've been up them stairs looking

for you, you were not sleepin'.

Well, did you check my dad's room?

Because that's where I was.

Why would you be up in his room when

you supposed to be in your own room?

Well, sometimes my room gets cold.

I'm sorry. That's just the way it is.

You lyin'.

Like I said, the closer

it gets to midnight,

the crazier things

are gonna get around here.

And you know

Mr. Wilson is close when...

That happens.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go

back to bed. So...

Come back here, honey.

Come back here.

Come right back damn here.

- Where is Aday?

- She's asleep.

You are lying to me,

that girl is not up there.

I'm not lying to you.

I'm coming up them stairs and check

for her, I'm tellin' you right now.

Okay, well, me and Aday

are gonna be in my dad's room.

Mabel, this... What the hell.

Now look here, I don't...

I don't do this.

I don't do this demonizing.

That's him! That's him.

Girl, what the hell going on

with these lights?

It's Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson,

please leave me alone, Mr. Wilson.

It's gonna take a lot more than that

to get him to leave you alone.

And they say it gets cold when he's mad.

Mabel, she better stop this, Mabel.

She better stop this, I'm not playing.

She better stop this.

Girl, get the hell on

out of here with all the bullshit.

No, I'm telling the truth.

He's coming.

And the only safe place is in the bed.

Well, it is kind of shitty in here.

What? You went and did what to yourself?

- I said it's shitty in here.

- What are you saying?

It's shitty in here.

She's saying "cold," honey.

She's saying it's...

- Chilly.

- Chilly.

Lord, have mercy,

I don't know why the hell...

Brian better hurry up

and get the hell back here,

'cause, come on, sit down, here.

Mabel, will you please

come take me home?

Just come on and sit down.

Answer the phone, answer the phone.

Answer the phone.

Please leave a message.

Aday, it's Tiffany,

I've been calling you,

I've been texting you

for almost half an hour now.

I don't know what to do, where are you?

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