Undercover Brother Page #3

- "mashed potatoes, macaroni... "

- Mmm.

cornbread,

and the General's special...

hot sauce!

That's all for today.

Thank you very much.

Nice to see you all.

Reporter:

General, what about desert?

You know, he does have a

point about that Colonel.

I never trusted

the ColoneI!

Slaves cooked that chicken!

Ain't no white man know

about no 16 herbs

and spices and giblets!

Smart Brother,

if you so damn smart,

- "why don't you explain"

what just happened?

If I wanted to hear something stupid,

- I'd ask this skinny black ass!

- In your face!

Skinny black- Hey!

We got to find out exactly what happened

to the General, and fast!

I'll get right on it.

Whoa, hold on.

Not that fast. We need

some new blood on this case.

What? Who? You can't just hire

some fooI off the streets.

Watch me.

Get me Undercover Brother!

Ooh, too funky for myself.

Man on TV:
You were the

only man outside the palace.

- "I was outside. "

- Jimmy!

- But I wasn't the only one.

- "Jim Kelly!"

- It is not possible.

- Watch out for the hand! Watch out for the hand!

Gets you every time!

Spinning back-kick!

I think I'll lay down

and get me a little bit

of sleep.

Don't touch the hair!

Okay, Bruce Leroy,

turn around.

Slowly.

If you gonna shoot me,

shoot me.

Thank you, Jesus.

Hmm.

Dig it.

You that Sistah GirI

from the bank, huh?

I guess you like

what you saw earlier.

Look, baby, let's stop fooling around.

Your body's slammin',

let's get to jammin'.

Excuse me?

Oh, nothing relaxes a brother

after a hard day of going undercover

like a little piece of the cookie.

Goddamn. My cookie

would break you in half.

Maybe, but that would be

some long division.

Long.

You hit me pretty good,

but I wasn't ready.

Now, any time you think you

want to get feisty or throw down-

So, Sistah Girl,

if you're not here

for Undercover Lover,

you must be here

for Undercover Brother.

What, pray tell,

can I do for you today?

Sistah GirI:

Okay, we're here. Now be cool.

- "This place is top secret. "

- Undercover Brother: "Solid. "

Man:

Man, you know you ain't right.

Whoo-oo!

I'm gonna need

my custom shears

for this masterpiece.

CarefuI. Puncture him

and the hot air's liable to kill you.

- Sistah GirI:
"Take a seat. "

- "Don't mind if I do. "

- We're gonna hook you right up.

- Holy funkadelic!

This is some kind

of secret organization

you have here.

Look at all this hi-tech

spy equipment.

You got clippers,

you got T.C.B. activator.

I mean, your only competition

must be the K.G.B.

Or the F.B.I.

Who the hell are you, woman?

You're the Grim Reaper!

I don't want to go to hell!

I ain't never did

nothing but good!

I swear to God

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