Johnson Family Vacation Page #2

All right. Hey, little bro.

What's goin' on?

Hey, man. What happened

to the 35-inch I just sent Mama?

Ah, don't worry about it.

She, uh... She usin' it.

You ain't plannin'

on comin' down here...

and winning my Family of the Year trophy,

are you?

Man, what trophy?

Don't know anything

about no trophy.

I'm just trying to bring my fam down there

so we can see Mama. That's it.

Well, well, that's real

thoughtful of you, baby bro...

seein' as how you ain't

been here in four years.

What you tryin' to say, Mack?

Tryin' to start somethin'?

No, no, no.

I ain't tryin' to start nothin'.

It's just that you ain't

been here in so long...

kind of make me think

you're tryin' to hide somethin'.

You do remember the rules,

don't you?

- You can't win Family of the Year

if you ain't a family.

- I know.

- So, I strongly suggest...

if you want to win yourself

a trophy or somethin'...

you ought to start coaching yourself

a Little League team.

My little brother Nate.

Uh-huh.

Hey, Mama.

Hey, look.

I know he didn't hang up.

Hello? All right.

All right.

Yo, Dad.

Look, um, I'm really tired,

going back and forth.

I mean, we gotta go

all the way over there...

and then we gotta go

all the way over here.

- And then we gotta go all the way...

- All right. I get it.

Look, things are gonna be okay.

If they weren't, we wouldn't be

goin' on this trip together.

Your mother and I

are gonna work things out.

- Don't worry. Okay?

- All right. Cool.

All right, buckle up.

Lock your door.

Close your vent.

- Yeah, Dad. All right.

- Don't touch the radio.

- I said don't touch the radio.

- My bad.

Dorothy, Nikki, let's go!

Son, you wanna learn how to drive?

- For sure. Let's go.

- Give me your hand. Here's your first lesson.

Let's go!

Calm down, Nate. We'll be out in a minute.

Let's go.

Oh, no.

Don't even think about it.

Dang, Dad.

Man, what would I do

without my Mike Tyson grill?

"Tastes so good, it'll bite you back. "

- Let me go get these women.

- Yeah, do that.

Ladies, come on. Let's go.

We gotta be on the I-10 by 10:00.

And it's 9:
42. Let's roll.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't tell me you are bringing

your schoolwork on this trip.

Yes. I have a test

when I get back.

- Why don't you study when we get back?

- Help me with the bags, please.

D.J., help your mother

with her bags.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What?

You're runnin' like

you stole something. Say hello.

- Hello, sweetie.

- Hey, Ma.

You mean you gotta do this...

Yeah, you're right.

My belly button is way better

than Beyonc's.

What? Now, see,

you've gone a little far now.

I ain't puttin'

chocolate syrup in it.

- No.

- Get off that phone and change.

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