I heard you the first time. Well, well, well, if it ain't Mrs. Charlie, self, what am I being forced to accuse them now, your whiteness? I... I'm sorry, are you a Mr. Homey D clown? No, I'm Harry D. Fraud. Yes, I've heard about you. I'm from the Department of Social Services, and I have someone I'd like you to meet. This is Homey Jr. So let I get to see you. I'm not going to be a little bit more serious. Homey Jr. So let I get this straight. I'm supposed to believe that this kid is mine just because you slap a red nose on his face and paint a smile on his lips. I don't think so. Homey don't play that. That's all right. Homey Jr. I know a very nice white family that would be all too thrilled to have a little son. Son, you get this straight. You know, let them stick me a some white family who would treat me like Webster? I don't think so. Son? Dead. There, listen, that's just... The bitch finally tracked me down. I guess we got a lot of catching up to do, son. Have a seat. Let me tell you about waiting. Oh, yeah. Join in to fight with all the nice folks. That's the spirit. Stand up and wave my hands in the air. Yeah, it's fun. The bitch I sell the sacrifice I'm digging in. And like a jackass just like you. I don't think so. Homey don't play that. Son, I'm not going to be a little bit more serious. I'm not going to be a little bit more serious. I'm not going to be a little bit more serious. I'm not going to be a little bit more serious. I'm not going to be a little bit more serious. Have a seat. Son, we don't play that. And that's the story of Goldilocks and the three bears. So what were all the storms that women can't be trusted, huh, Dad? No, white women can't be trusted. Let's play a game. Okay. This game is called The Man's Monopoly. I'll be the chewing gum, and you'll be the cheeto. Okay, you go first. Move five spaces. One, two, three, four, five. Ah, you've landed on Bobo's Park Place. I want to buy it. Now, how can you buy it if you only make it minimum wage and you got a wife and two kids and a man's raise in your rent? I don't know. Exactly, so you go to jail. The situation's new at this. Home is going to give you another chance. Go ahead. Move five more spaces. One, two, three, four, five. Oh, I passed go, collect $200. Yeah, but when you pass go, you was in Mr. Childe's neighborhood. So you go back to jail. I don't want to go to jail. This game's not fair. None of the man's games are fair. I'm sleepy, Dad. Where's my room? Oh, that's over in the West Wing. Follow me, son. There you go. You sent me a lower bite, Dad. Normally, I hit you upside your head. Since you visited, I'm going to go back to the house. I'm going to go go back to me and see what's in my hat and using my hands. Since you visited, what the hat?uxe.lyLou little homey. don't save me. You'd like daddy siren? you'd just heard. yet come to call with flashing lights to rob little homey of his human rights. which happened to night since every black clown in the days of my 4th father when they could off立 a pew to clown table. what's in my hat? I wish that. That's for the oppression you about to unload on me. Well, actually, it seems there's been a terrible mistake. I have got to take the boy back to his mother. Apparently he ran away from home. Come here. So you ran away from home, huh? Try to use home as your backup. You have no respect for authority and decided to play by your own rules. I'm proud of you, son. I got a little surprise for you. You just call me his first son. Use it wisely, my son. I will, father. Are there others like us? Yeah, but they scared to put on the makeup. Well, I suppose this is where we have to hug and have that tender walk this new moment, huh? I suppose that clenched your legs and cries they dragged me away from you. Big son, call me your lady. We have been touching scenes. You know, both of you are just a hell out of here for a kick you down the stairs. Hey, Junior. You're not to your mom.