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#Slide, slide

Slippity slide #

#I do what I do

just to survive #

#Slide, slide

Slippity slide #

# When you're livin'in the city

It's do or die #

- #Roll along #

- # That's what you do #

- #Just roll along #

- # That's right ##

Hey, welcome back, Max.

- Thought you'd get away from us, huh?

- Let go of me!

Don't tell me this is

nothing about lunch money.

It's a math problem.

If we took all the dough...

from a dork on the floor,

would it be enough?

Two dollars and seventy cents?

We're gonna be living large on this.

- If you guys want a

real score-- - Yeah?

It's the wholesale mart.

Fifth and Broadway.

Rolexes, gold chains,

who knows what.

Third aisle,

locker 882, upstairs.

And all you need is...

this.

- We'll be in touch.

- Later... loser.

- Come on, man. Come on, man.

- What a wuss!

Another alien abduction,

Maxwell?

They wanted my optic lobes,

but they didn't get a thing.

- The key to the supply closet, Maxwell.

- The key?

To the supply closet.

Oh, I left it in the door,

Mrs. Duke.

And you also left us without enough

time to hear your little presentation.

But I want to hear it anyway,

right here after school!

I'm home!

- Don't tell me.

- You were kidnapped by gypsies

and sold to the circus.

Hey, can I help it if Mrs. Duke is really

a very angry man trapped in a woman's body?

Oh, I see. Another

homework malfunction.

And, gosh,

what a surprise, detention.

But,you know,

the only good news is...

you weren't here...

when we were robbed.

What kind of maniac would steal

the motor to our Hoover?

You were supposed to come home

today and help me clean up, remember?

- It's just Travis.

- What is that supposed to mean?

You told me, men are like buses.

There's always another one.

I never said--

You know that this is the only day

that I don't work a double shift...

and I really wanted the

house to look nice for Travis.

Mom, it's not like

he lives here or anything.

Your feet?

What is this?

What is this? Huh? What have

you got here, dreadlocks?

No, wait, look.

It's a tiny, living creature.

- Who put a squirrel in your shorts?

- Max...

- try and look like this guy.

- I hate that picture.

Max, we have to talk.

Hey, guys.

Oh, hey. We're in here.

Looking good, Max.

You're not looking

so bad either.

Max,you ever hear

of a guy named Buster Keaton?

- Isn't he some dead

black-and-white guy? - Apparently.

- But he's a very funny dead guy.

You tell him?- Tell me what?

Hello?

Max, um...

Travis and I...

want to get engaged.

I thought he was just

coming over for ribs.

- We wanted to wait 'til all

of the papers were signed.

- ''Papers''?

- The divorce papers.

There were some things

left unsigned by your father.

My father? But I thought

you didn't know where he was.

- I didn't.

- Listen, Max...

what matters now is you and your

mom can move on with your lives.

- That's why we want to get engaged.

- Wait, what about me?

- Why didn't you ask me?

- Max--

What about me?

Max.

Well...

now he knows.

Hey, I want to talk to you!

Get him! Come on, man! Come on!

Come on!

Get over here, man!

- Yeah, go get him!

- Watch it!

Hey, come here,

you little con artist!

There are no gold watches,

no gold necklaces!

We'll get ya!

We got him now!

Understand... you're messing

with my little brother.

Don't tell me. They couldn't

fit the key in the lock?

- There were no lockers.

- And your map was crap.

So there's only one place

this thing's gonna fit.

And it ain't Mrs. Duke's supply closet.

Come on!

Where you going?

Hey, what are you kids

doing in there?

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