Kickin It Old Skool Page #4

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Justin, no! No!

Justin, you're still weak!

- Watch this, hiz-o.

- What in the hell is he doin'?

Y'all know him?

Security.

Don't feed the animal.

I mean- I mean, come on.

I hate everyone.

- What are you doin'?

- Killing myself.

- With Pop Rocks and a soda?

- Yeah.

Let me have it, Justin.

Ahhh.

- Hey.

- I'm kidding, Justin.

See? You won't die.

- But Mikey.

- It never happened.

You have a better chance

of slittin' your wrist with this.

Come on, man.

Look at you.

Where's the Rocket Shoe?

Hey, wait.

Did you read this?

"Get 2 Steppin' Crew Edition.

"Compete for the grand prize

of a one-year contract...

with D-Zone Videos and $100,000."

Oh, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no. Hell no.

- Hell no, Justin.

- No, D-Darnell, it's the only way.

We win the contest,

I get the money to pay back my parents...

we stuff Kip so hard

that Jen has to come back to me.

Darnell, you know what we gotta do?

We gotta get the Funky Fresh Boyz

back together.

Ow!

Didn't I say "hell no"?

Why are you so angry?

- No.

- Please.

Will you stop sayin'

"please," please?

Venus, Serena, say hi to Justin

before I beat his ass.

I didn't know you had kids.

- They ain't mine.

- Huh?

Why y'all just sittin' here?

Why y'all didn't clean up the house?

Cockroach!

Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Relax. Relax.

Relax. Relax.

It's not a real roach.

It's one of my inventions.

You remember when we were kids...

- they had those toys called

the Wacky Wall Walkers?

- Yeah.

You could grab it, throw it against the wall.

It would stick and crawl down-

- Right. You know how much

the guy who invented that made?

- How much?

- A hundred million dollars.

- Get out.

Yes. A hundred million dollars

for a stupid Super Ball with snot on it.

And you think the next

Wacky Wall Walker is?

The Ghetto Wall-Grabber.

Here. Try it.

Throw it right up against the wall.

It just goes-

comin' down the wall.

Wow, that's cool. That sticks.

Wow, it's like a real roach. It-

Yep. I'll sell a million

of those in Atlanta.

So what's stopping you

from making your millions?

$10,000 in seed money.

That's what I need to get started.

And as you can see,

that ain't happening around here.

Every time that stupid girl watch a video,

she have another baby.

Hmm. $10,000.

Seed money.

Hmm. I wonder where

you could get that.

Uh, Justin.

Uh, Justin.

- Darnell.

- Hey, Boo.

You got your hair did.

It looks real good.

- You bring the diapers?

- They're right there. Hey, Tiger Woods!

- Where?

- Right there, sweetie.

Is that all you got?

Boy, this ain't gonna last more than two days.

It'd last a long time

if they didn't doo-doo so much.

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