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

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no stealing.

That means you.

No breaking things and putting

them back like nothing happened.

No sad faces, bad attitudes,

introspective moments,

irritation at the mindless

happiness of the masses.

And... no littering.

Is that clear? Enjoy your stay.

All right, don't run around

and work up an appetite.

I ain't feeding you little heathens.

And don't touch a damn thing!

Found mine.

How come we can't

never find our name?

Yeah, I know four girls

named LaShawn.

How come we don't have

a license plate? Kahlil?

Warning. You have activated

a maximum-security system.

Do not panic.

Excuse me, sir,

but I have to charge you for the items

your kids manhandled in the store.

Oh, where did Pee Wee go?

I ain't saying jack.

Oh, you ain't going to talk, huh?

Come here!

You don't tell me where your little

brother is, I'll beat the black off you.

You gonna look

lighter than Michael Jackson.

Where is he? Where is he?

But we was just playing.

Other kids are playing too.

Start up again, I'm going to drop you

like a bad habit. You hear that?

- Yeah.

- Test-tube baby.

Can we eat? Man, I'm hungry.

We were too excited to have breakfast.

Yeah, that's it.

BeBe don't keep nothing in her fridge.

I tell you, Jamika, that BeBe,

she's getting on my nerves.

I ain't even met the child.

Look at these poor children.

Look at them, starving.

They be better off in Ethiopia.

Mama said knock you out

I'm gonna knock you out

Mama said knock you out

Hello, Robin. Long time, no see.

Hi, Dorothea.

I been meaning to call you,

but my phone got shut off.

Funny, I always get your

machine when I call.

Oh, I can get incoming,

but I just can't dial out.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna sweat

you for my alimony check.

I'm just here to have fun.

Just like you.

Oh, Robin. This is my friend Vivian.

Oh, Lord, not another one.

Damn.

Quite an appetite you got there.

Oh, yeah, well, you know,

I came with some people.

- Well, that was quick. Was I so...

- Dorothea.

I gotta go. Food's getting cold.

Food ain't the only thing

cold around here.

You know he still love you.

Was she born to torture me?

Look at her.

Can't even wear high-heel shoes. Just

sliding and sliding all over the place.

Smoke coming out, look like

a train coming down a aisle.

I remember one time she

went into Lane Bryant.

"I would like to see

something to fit me."

Sales lady looked at her,

said, "Me too."

Seeing that skeezer made me feel

even better about being with Jamika.

- She's about something.

- What about the kids?

The kids? You kidding me?

Those kids must have

missed a few meals.

They were eating so fast...

...I had to spit on my food

to keep them from taking mine.

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