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[instrumental music]

[theme song]

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? That's the 411 for fun ?

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead that's the 411 ?

[screams]

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rup ?

Hey!

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

Yo, yo, yo.

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? That's the 411 for fun ?

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Waynehead ??

[theme music]

[engine revving]

(Waynehead) '"Harlem Week."'

Man, that festival's gonna be the bomb.

I wish we could go.

Dang, it costs $5 to get in?

How are we gonna get the money, Waynehead?

That's gonna be harder than a frozen blow pop.

Hello, think about it, knucklehead.

All we gotta do is sneak up in the middle of the night

find a way to climb over the fence at the train yard

without getting all cut up on the razor wire

get past the guards without getting shot

run across the checks without getting electrocuted

and then go through all the empty subway cars

with a big old vacuum cleaner

and suck up all the change from under the seats.

[inhales sharply] We'll get millions!

Or we can have a car wash.

[instrumental music]

Car wash!

Harlem Week fun charity car wash!

[indistinct chatter]

Ms. Jordan, I'm Damey Wayne

your friendly public relations man.

Do, do they know what they're doing?

Oh, yes, ma'am. Don't you worry about a thing.

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

Yo, Toof, let me hold your taffy.

Dang, Mo, there's three hours' worth

of chewing satisfaction left on that taffy.

It's for the cause, my brother

'cause I wanna go to the fair.

Huh?

[chuckling]

Hm!

Ms. Jordan, check out this major tight ToCV

laying on this fine car of yours.

[squeaking]

Uh-oh, looks like you've got a major stain here

Ms. Lady Ma'am.

Oh! My brand-new leather upholstery!

Taffy stain, uh! Tish-tish-tish!

That's pretty nasty.

Fortunately for you, for just $2 more

our new and improved stain remover

'will clean that mess right up.'

[air hissing]

Well, lookie here. You seem to have gotten a flat.

How can that be? These are brand-new steel-belted radials.

Oh, don't you fret now, Ms. Lady Ma'am.

We fix flats, too, for just $5 more.

[sloshing]

Hey, Blue, I think maybe you're pouring on

too much of that stuff.

Are you calling me clumsy?

No, man. Uh, of course not. I wasn't calling you clumsy.

Oh, so now you call me a liar.

- No! - Hey!

[coughing]

What are they doing?

You boys get out of that car now!

[screams]

Uh-oh.

Ms. Jordan says for me to get revenge on your behind.

- 'Ah!' - 'Ah!'

That does it! I'm going right inside and speak to your mother!

'To all your mothers!'

Uh, looks like it's time for a hasty retreat.

Bye, Ms. Lady Ma'am.

? Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Waynehead ?

? Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Waynehead ??

screech

Oh, you're in trouble!

Mama's been looking for you.

[instrumental music]

[chomping]

Damey, I want you take this $5

and get mama some fish sticks from the store.

I-I'll be right back from the doctor's office around 3:00.

So you get it done by then.

'And this is the last of the grocery money'

'till your father gets paid on Friday.'

So I know I don't have to tell you to be careful with it.

You can trust me, mama.

[kissing]

[music continues]

Don't you worry your pretty head about that $5, Ms. Wayne.

I'll help him look after that money like it was my own.

That's what I'm afraid of.

[instrumental music]

[whistling]

Yo, Waynehead, you just came into a $5 inheritance.

That's enough for us both to go to Harlem Week.

This is my mama's money.

And besides, it cost $5 each.

I know that, egghead.

I'm not talking about spending your mama's money.

I'm talking about investing your mama's money.

Investing? In what?

Just follow me, my big-head brother.

[upbeat music]

What's up, little man?

You wanna play? Five will get you ten.

Give it a try, fly.

Yo, Waynehead, loan me some cash, bro.

This is my game. I can beat this sucker.

And this is the last of the grocery money

till your father gets paid on Friday.

So I know I don't have to tell you to be careful with it.

No, forget it, Mo.

Man, I've got this system down.

You can win enough money to go to Harlem Week

plus, get your mama's fish sticks.

Come on, you can be everybody's beneficiary.

Alright, alright, let me show you the system.

Then you'll be begging me to invest your money.

Yo, uh, 40 deuce, let me play, man.

I ain't got time for pennies, man.

I'm into the high rollers like my man here.

Oh, you just scared 'cause I might whup your butt.

Ooh! A challenge!

Alright, little man, come on, kiss your cash goodbye

'cause my hand's quicker than your eye.

All you gotta do is try.

[dramatic music]

- Dang! - Alright, big mouth.

Let's go again.

Man, I'm gonna get you this time.

[music continues]

Dang!

See, Waynehead?

If I had your money, you could've won $20 already

and took everybody to the fair.

Come on, do it for the neighborhood, bro.

Five will get you ten.

Come on, give me a chance to get even, man.

[music continues]

Now you're talking, baby boy.

Oh, I'mma take you, kid.

No way, brother. Kiss your cash goodbye.

[whooshing]

Find the pea.

- Which one is it under? - I don't know.

Don't ask me. It's your mama's money.

I thought you had a system. Come on, pick, Mo!

Too bad!

[intense music]

Beat it, kid.

You can't stand in front of this table

if you ain't gamblin'.

I still got four cents. Let me try to win my money back.

I told you I don't have time for pennies.

[chuckles]

Worked like a charm, bro.

Come on, let's go to the festival.

[intense music]

Sucker.

[instrumental music]

[Tripod barks]

Bite it, Tripod.

What are you, man? A dog or a mouse?

[barks]

Come on, come on, go for it!

Roz! Roz, you gotta help me!

I gambled away mama's fish-stick money.

'Now I need to get $5 by three o'clock!'

[burping] Ah.

There, put me down for a five-cent contribution.

Thanks, but, dang.

You know I can get $5 worth of these?

If I knew that, I'd already be grabbing cans right and left

and be on my way to Harlem Week.

That's a great idea, Roz. Come on, let's go!

[barks]

[scatting]

? Waynehead mm ??

[instrumental music]

Whoa! You ever seen so many cans?

Looks like fish-stick money to me. Come on!

Can you believe these fools?

Look at all the cans they are throwing away.

(Roz) 'Dang, you're smart.'

[engine revving]

'Waynehead, jump!'

Uff!

[engine revving]

[screaming]

Oh, man, forget fish sticks.

Only thing that's gonna get cooked tonight is my butt.

[instrumental music]

Mo, you is cold-blooded playing your own boys like that.

Hey, they like to get over on me

so I like to get over on them.

Huh, you're gonna make yourself sick

riding and eating like that.

[chomping] So, uh, maybe I'll throw up on you.

[laughing]

I'll kill you if you throw up on me, boy.

I'll throw you right off that coaster at top speed.

[clicks]

[screaming]

2:10, Roz.

I got 15 minutes left to live if I don't get that $5 back.

What am I gonna do?

Ask and you shall receive, young blood.

Wait a minute. You're saying we're beggars?

No, baby, I'm just saying

you can always sing for your supper like I do.

[laughing]

I know what you're saying, man.

[instrumental music]

? Yo people we are coming from the street life ?

? Young brother's trying to find a way to beat life ?

? Street talking for your daily enjoyment ?

? This is how we get up an employment ?

? You faking like you don't have no change ?

? Well baby you better get your locks changed ?

? 'Cause the brother that you're turning your back on ?

? Is the number the police are keeping track of ?

? Street talk street talk that's the word I say ?

? Street talk street talk ?

? When you're passing my way ?

? Street talk street talk hear what I say too ?

? Helping out the hood with a brand-new attitude ?

There you go, young fellow.

A quarter?

We sing our guts out for you

and all you can cough up is 25, dang, cents?

Roz..

Alright then, have it your way.

Wait, come back! I need every penny I can get!

Huh, amateurs.

[instrumental music]

Yo, I think I'm gonna be sick.

Man, don't get it on me, dang it.

Ooh. Bwah!

[clamoring]

[instrumental music]

My life is over, man.

Now mama won't trust me again.

I'll probably lose my self respect

and turn to a life of crime.

I'll be so low, nobody will even come and visit me in jail.

I've gotta get that money.

Dang, I wish I knew how to make money.

Nobody in my family has any money, except my Uncle Jamil.

All I know is, he gave blood one time, and now he's so rich

he doesn't even bother to wash his underwear.

He just buys new.

That's it, Roz! We got a plan!

[instrumental music]

I need to sell my blood, and I'm in a big hurry.

You got to be 18, baby.

I am. I short 'cause I gave so much blood.

- Is that so? - "Is that so?"

Well, let me tell you something.

He used to be as tall as Michael Jordan.

Ooh, then you are a big little man, ain't you?

Must be older than you look, huh, baby?

Maybe you wanna go out to the soda shop with me

after I get all my money for selling my blood.

Know what I'm saying?

[laughs] I think I do.

You come with me, baby.

We'll get your blood and then me and you go out.

I'll be right back, honey. Heh-heh.

Ha!

[hammering]

May I borrow this, Henry? I got me a medical emergency.

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

Whoa! What's that?

This is the special blood extractor.

We use it on the beginners.

Uh-uh.

[whimpering]

What's the matter, honey?

You not changing your mind, are you?

Relax, baby. It only hurts for the first few stabs.

[whirring]

[screaming]

How about you?

[whirring]

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

Twenty minutes left.

I gotta find a way to get mama's fish-stick money.

And I gotta find it fast.

(Roz) 'I got it, Waynehead.'

All you gotta do is run out on the street and dive

in front of a whole bunch of those express delivery trucks.

And when they slam on the brakes

you race around the back, grab all the packages

deliver them yourself and get all the money for it.

Of course, you're gonna have to move really fast

so you don't end up getting run over and hitting the head

and living the rest of your life as a vegetable.

Or maybe I can just offer to help somebody

'carry their packages.'

Carry you bags, ma'am?

Oh, are you earning your way through college, baby?

Something like that, ma'am.

[grunts] What have you got in these bags?

Forty pounds of kibble. It's for my dogs.

Nice boys should get rewarded, don't you think?

Oh, yes, ma'am. Uh..

(LaSalle) 'This is where I live.'

'Just at the top of these few steps.'

[gasps]

This is so nice of you, helping me out, Damey.

Oh, no problem, Mrs. LaSalle.

Oh, I'm so glad you helped me.

Those bags give me a time when I'm coming home.

You just came right in the nick of time. I'm so glad.

'Oh, you're-you're just an angel to do this'

''cause, um, I would've done it myself..'

[thinking] Maybe this my punishment.

Yeah, I'm getting punished

'cause I gambled mama's money away.

You've gotta climb these stairs with your bare foot forever

until you promise never, never, never to listen to Mo again.

I learned my lesson. Seriously, stop now. Anytime.

Oh, man.

Agony, agony. Agony!

(LaSalle) 'Look around the neighborhood, I've been living here so long'

Lord, you don't know how things have changed.

Oh!

[thuds]

I bet you'd like your reward now, wouldn't you?

Yes, ma'am. Uh..

I'm in a awful big hurry, ma'am.

Here, Damey. A whole dime.

Just like I used to give my son, John, when he was your age

'30 years ago.'

I really gotta go now, Ms. LaSalle.

Just a minute, I wanna show you my son's piggy bank

'where he put the first dime I gave him.'

[gasps]

A $5 bill!

This could solve everything.

But I can't. But I've gotta.

But I can't. But I gotta.

- Huh? - Don't do it, Damey.

Come on, kid. You know you need it.

That old lady owes you.

Giving you a dang dime for all your hard work.

(Mo) 'Only ten minutes left to save your butt, kid.'

[clatters]

'Oh, I've fallen and I can't get up.'

'Damey, I've twisted my ankle!'

This is your chance, kid. Take it!

Take it and run! She can't do nothing.

Come on, kid. You gonna be a sucker all your life?

Make me proud of you, Damey. You hear?

You alright, Ms. LaSalle?

My, ain't you a helpful little man.

You seem like somebody I can really trust.

- You want a job? - What job?

Walking my dogs after school.

[dogs barking]

It pays 50 cents a day.

Uh, okay, but can I have

$5 in advance, Ms. LaSalle?

I gotta buy some fish sticks for my mama.

Fine, fish sticks for your mama.

Now, ain't that a good little boy.

I've gotta run to the store.

I'll be back in a half an hour. Bye.

? Tum-taka tuku-tuku Waynehead ?

? Ting-taka taku-tuku Waynehead ?

[scatting]

? Waynehead ??

[instrumental music]

[dogs growling]

That's the last time I go to Harlem Week with you, vomit boy.

Man, my shirt's still stinking.

Yo, I ain't never ever going to that festival again.

A weekend pass?

So that's what you bought with my mama's money.

Yo, Waynehead, please.

I done paid for my crimes, man.

Sic 'em!

[dogs growling]

Don't you worry none, Mo.

I'll take care of this weekend pass like it was my own! Ha-ha!

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rum ??

[theme song]

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rum ?

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rum ??

[music continues]

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