Bebe's Kids AKA Robin Harris' Bebe's Kids Page #2

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something with that story?

I'm just trying to tell you a funny

story. Trying to amuse you.

But you're trying to kill me in

this little thing.

- Sorry. You made me nervous.

- Well, you ain't the only one.

So, what's your name?

She said she had to pick up her

son at the babysitter.

And I asked why didn't she just have

her husband to watch the kids.

After all, a good father

should be wanting to spend

some quality time with his kids.

When that becomes your business,

I'll ask your advice.

She said she was divorced.

Once I saw the kid,

I knew I had it made.

Because you know I'm good with kids.

Hey, little buddy,

what did you do tonight, huh?

- Man, I don't even know you.

- Leon.

Sorry. We watched videos.

I got a movie you

should watch next time.

It's called Dolemite

and it's about these pimps...

Now, why do you think

I'm going to let my son see one

of those killer pimp movies?

You must not have seen Dolemite.

Because that movie will teach

you to appreciate poetry.

Way down in the jungle deep

The badass lion stepped on

The signifying monkey's feet

Dolemite, my man.

- You know, that's romantic.

- Anyway.

I could tell he was a nice kid. But she

was sheltering him a little too much.

But she couldn't help but see

how good we was getting along.

So, Dakota Staton's playing down

at the Regal Room next Friday

and I would love for you

to come with me.

But I wouldn't know what to call you.

- Jamika.

- Oh, Jamika.

So how does Dakota

at the Regal sound?

And find a babysitter

on a Friday night?

If you want to get better acquainted

with me and my son,

you should take us somewhere

more appropriate, like...

...oh, Fun World.

- Fun World.

- Yeah.

- So I said, "No problem.

- "I'll pick y'all up Saturday at 10."

- No.

Y'all know me,

I'm an old-fashioned type of guy.

I didn't have to get a kiss that night.

Yeah, that night.

But wait till he spends some money.

Look at this cheap thing.

So I goes to pick her

up the next day.

She got three more kids with her.

- What's this? What's this?

- These are children.

Wait. You said you had a kid.

These are BeBe's kids.

This is LaShawn.

Oh, critter number one.

I ought to beat the... Oh.

- This is Kahlil.

- What's up?

- What's up?

- Kind of militant.

You a Farra-Chaka Khan?

- Come on, man, give it up.

- OK. That's OK. Hey!

- Man, you don't know how to shake?

- I said...

That's pitiful. Old man like you.

Look at this.

Look like a broken-down spring.

I ought to slap you with the

two fingers I got left.

What the?

- And this is little Pee Wee.

- Pee Wee, the O.G.

O. G? I'll slap my F-O-O- in your B-U-T.

Oh, my goodness. Those aren't

double-knit pants, are they?

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