Pootie Tang Page #3

Lecter cigarettes

down 20%...

and Lecter whiskey...

almost out of business.

For the first time, somebody's getting

to these kids, and it's killing us.

It's killing us.

It's killing us.

Hello, Mr. Lecter.

Frank, I have a job for you.

Yes, sir.

I tell you, man, Pootie Tang

is one bad brother, man.

That's J.B. and Lacey.

We make up Pootie's crew.

Pootie Tang will draw you a picture

of how he's gonna kick your ass...

then mail it to you

ten days in advance.

The picture

gets there, right?

You go,

"What the hell is this?"

Then Pootie Tang knocks on your

door, properly kicks your ass...

and you still won't know

what happened to you.

You got that right.

He is a kick-ass artiste.

Know what I'm sayin'?

He like the Da Vinci of ass-kicking.

That sounds kind of good. Pootie

Tang, the Da Vinci of ass-kicking.

Aw, man, Pootie Tang

whoop your ass so bad...

that you could

write it off on your taxes.

That's right. You got right here,

ass-whooping number one...

ass-whooping number two.

This here, you can't write that

off. That's just gettin' beat up.

I like to also add that Pootie Tang

can kick some ass too, boy.

Oh, here come Pootie Tang now.

Hey! Pootie Tang! All right!

- We was just talkin' about you.

- All right, Pootie Tang!

Pootie Tang, you going to Biggie

Shorty's party tomorrow, man?

I guess you're wonderin',

who is Biggie Shorty?

I'm Biggie Shorty.

Let me tell you

about me and Pootie Tang.

Since the very day we met,

I knew Pootie was to be my man.

I knew all I had

to do was wait...

and one day all that bullshit

would catch up with Pootie...

and he would be mine.

Hey, man, you going to Biggie

Shorty's party tomorrow, man?

Ranacan.

- We gonna party tomorrow, man.

- There's gonna be b*tches there.

You right. You right. Respect

the women. Respect the women.

- Look at that car!

- Damn that car big!

And long

like an old snake.

Man, that car's so big,

it's got its own sky.

Yeah, it's big too.

- Keep it running.

- Yes, sir.

Hiya, fellas.

- Kinda hot for a hootenanny, huh?

- You hear that?

A hootenanny? What the hell

is a damn hootenanny?

I'm looking

for Pootie Tang.

Pootie Tang? What you want

with Pootie Tang?

I need to talk to him.

All right, look, Pootie.

I'm a representative of Lecter Corp.

Do you know what that is?

Great.

Well, Dick Lecter...

the CEO, mind you,

of Lecter Corp., he likes you.

He likes you, Pootie, and he wants

to make you a very rich, rich man.

I have a contract here

for Pootie to endorse.

Tasty Heavy

Pork Chunk Cereal.

It's delicious. It's a wonderful

product. Kids love it.

And kids love you.

We just wanna put that together.

That's a canapan

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