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[upbeat music]

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? That's the 4-1-1 for fun ?

? Hey ho hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? That's the 4-1-1 for fun ?

? Hey ho hey ho ?

[scatting]

Hey!

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? That's the 4-1-1 for fun ?

? Hey ho hey ho ?

? Waynehead ??

[upbeat music]

Man, it is hot!

Must be about a 110!

Yo! Check it out!

Pierre's jheri curl just melted.

At least be glad you ain't chicken man!

(Mo) 'That fool's gotta be swimmin' in sweat!'

'Atleast no one can see who he is.'

'Ooh-hoo! That's embarrassin'!'

[laughing]

He is the product of a mixed marriage.

His mother was a linebacker

and his father was a cornfed chicken.

[laughing]

[making chicken sounds]

Hey! Surf's up.

[cheering]

Come on in, Waynehead!

He can't, that shoe is gonna rust up.

Shoe? Dang!

That thing so big I thought Free Willy was in the house.

Uh-oh, somebody said something about the Herman Munster shoe.

Ooh, stand back!

Here comes Waynehead, demon of the dozens.

Hey, here to snap, fat-mouth.

So, you wanna get real, huh?

Well, let me tell you something about you and yourself.

You so ugly, your mamma's got a pin a pork chop to your shirt.

Just so the dog will play with you.

[laughing]

And speaking of your mama..

...she so fat when she gets on a scale

it says to be continued.

[laughing]

Which is why, I guess, your no account, low life daddy

spends so much time in jail

so he won't have to look at your ugly face and her big 'ol butt.

Okay? Your turn.

[crying]

- Mama! - Think I went too far?

Man, Waynehead, you gotta stop being so over sensitized

about your foot!

[laughing]

(Waynehead) 'Mama! Last night I felt it straitening out.'

It was a miracle.

And when I woke up, my foot was normal!

I swear, I don't think I need to wear

this big 'ol shoe ever again.

Well, here goes nothing.

- Mama! - Damey! Good, you are dressed.

Today is your semi annual appointment with Dr. Hendy.

- But-- - 'No! No, no buts.'

'Now move your butt!'

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

Damey time!

[Hip hop music]

[applause]

(Dr. Hendy) 'And this doesn't hurt?'

How does this feel?

Fantastic.

Doesn't even feel like I have a foot.

See, I am all better.

Or worse, I am afraid.

His foot has become insensitive to pain.

- But-- - 'Don't worry little tiger.'

We're going to adjust your shoe.

In the meantime, I've got a loaner for you..

A loaner?

[whirring]

Done!

All done, Damey.

And don't forget to the change the oil every 5000 steps.

He-he. A little orthopedic humor there.

[scatting]

? Waynehead ??

[instrumental music]

Yo! You best watch where you going shrimp.

- Who you calling shrimp? - Your skinny little butt.

You culd hula-hoop with a cheerio.

Don't start with me.

And I won't have to send you home crying to your mama.

My mama? Let's talk about your mama.

She so old, the police asked for her ID

she pulled out a rock.

[laughing]

Well, I can't say much about your mama.

She is a saint.

A saint Bernard.

[laughing]

But...but... y-yo mama--

Your daddy so dumb, he went to the GAP to get his teeth fixed.

[laughing]

O-o-oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?

Well, what about that cripple people shoe you be wearing?

What about your children eatin', basket weavin'

bald-head, no-neck mongoose self?

Take your sorry butt to the dentist and fix those

raggedy-zaggedy yellow teeth.

They make your breath stink like you been chewing on rocks

blocks and my dirty old gym socks.

Okay, your turn.

[cheering]

Oh, I got my teeth from my mama, man!

Now, Imma have to whoop your butt.

You can't mess him up now, Byron.

You're already late for that fight with Junebug.

But what about wednesday?

Wednesday, you give Rashad a bloody nose.

Thursday you break a shoe off in Tyrone's butt.

Friday we steal some milk money.

- What about Sunday? - Uh-uh.

Not good, Sunday I have bible study.

Mm, man, I got an opening one week from today.

I am gonna black your eye Monday, 3 O'clock.

[gulps] Me and my big mouth.

[instrumental music]

My brother, you know I'd fight Byron for you

but dang if that old monkey bar injury of mine

don't keep flarin' up.

What Waynehead needs is a lil' training.

Like in those Rocky movies.

Training? Yeah! That's it!

I'm dead meat.

Moving out, huh? Don't forget your toothbrush.

I refuse to spend the rest of the fourth grade

with a boot up my butt.

Yo! Little bro, if you wanna win that fight

you need a Kung fu master.

Yeah, I need a 20 megaton bomb too.

But dang if Mo's dad wasn't fresh out!

Well, I can tell you where to find a Kung fu master.

But you gotta promise to clean my bathtub drain for a week.

Hey, I'll clean it with my tongue

if you help me win this fight.

Man, you are desperate.

[instrumental music]

- Nervous? - No.

I might be able to beat Byron.

I'm pretty confident.

Yeah, but, uh, incase of a mishap.

I drew you up a will.

Of course, I get your "Do The Right Thing" popstar.

Can I have your comic book?

Yo! Wayne has promised me those comic books four years ago!

Actually, according to the will those are mine too.

[indistinct chatter]

Guys!

[rattling]

He looks just like "The Karate Kid" guy.

You know, from the movie.

We're honored, sir.

I want to apprentice to you, master.

Teach me the mystery of your art.

Oh, okay.

First, you wash Fifi.

[growls]

- How's a mutt gonna help me? - Mental conditionin'.

You look in the dog's eye and show no fear.

Then you look in Byron's eye and show no fear.

If you say so.

N-nice doggy.

[growls]

- Good googamooga, my baby! - What happened!?

- Look at you! - Oh, it's nothing.

I am just training.

Training to be what? A crash test dummy?

Ow!

This is wack!

I painted the fence. I pounded out the pit.

It's only day two, brother!

Don't blow this chance with the Kung fu master.

Oh, shh! Here he comes.

[growls]

Master, I have blisters.

So? Use big ugly shoe.

Sheesh, big head like that

should be whole lot smarter.

If your hand hurts, use your foot. Of course!

Great truths are so simple.

[bang]

[laughing]

? Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Waynehead ?

? Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Waynehead ??

[indistinct chatter]

I picked that up just watching Waynehead train.

Man, he must be getting dangerous by now.

[laughing] Hey, Mr. Potato Head.

Mr. Mash Potato Head!

[laughing]

Go ahead and laugh, boos. My boy is a trained killer.

[snores]

[clanking]

Yo, Waynehead! How you doin?

Fight's only two days away.

I am taking bets on you killer.

Byron thinks he can take you

but I told him he's about to get beat down.

Well, you didn't have to--

- Yeah, show us your skills! - Jackie Chan!

Show us your skills! Show us your stuff!

Show us your training made you tougher than..

Uh, tougher than..

Well, my skills must be pretty good by now.

I should be able to bust that plank!

Wait! What's your nick name?

You can't break nothing without a nick name.

Master! You're supposed to give me a name!

You know like, Grasshopper!

Okay! You...Cockroach.

I'm cockroach!

Eeeeeeyaah!

Ahh!

All the training and you can't even do the basics?

You pathetic!

You better ask for a cash refund

and buy yourself some blue cross.

I thought you're teaching me Kung Fu.

Oh, you need Kung fu master.

Ha-ha I am tune up master.

Kung fu master is my brother.

He is on vacation in Toledo. Sorry.

Dang! Now what I do? I wasted a whole week.

Now, I can't even make a fist. Byron's gonna kill me.

[growling]

[instrumental music]

Why don't you just bandage my whole body?

That way I can hide inside it like chicken man

and no one will know who I am.

No man, this is Mo you talkin' to.

I've always got your back.

Really?

Let me get this straight.

Instead of fighting Waynehead and Byron

have a dozens contests.

That's right 'cause as you can plainly see

my hand here has suffered

a most unfortunate maleficence, a bad juju.

And if I win, I get to mess him up and humiliate him?

That's right, bro, 'cause after you pound him..

...Waynehead will wear your underpants on his head

for a whole week.

- But-- - Huh, deal!

You guys are supposed to be my boys.

You have to help, I need the 411 on Byron!

So what you saying is you need Byron's dirty laundry

before you wind up wearing it on your head.

[laughing]

What is you worried about, Waynehead?

When it comes to the dozens

your mouth is classified as a lethal weapon.

Hey! No! Put me down!

I am not taking any chances.

[instrumental music]

Nah, that ain't it.

Not embarrassing enough!

Whoa! Too smelly.

Break out! Here comes Byron.

Huh?

[Waynehead sniffs] 'Mo!'

(Mo) 'I can't help it. I had burritos for lunch.'

[screaming]

[tires screeching]

[music continues]

Ugh!

Ugh!

[metal squeaking]

Oh!

thump

[instrumental music]

? Waynehead ?

? Waynehead ?

? Waynehead ??

[instrumental music]

Waynehead! Good luck out there!

Don't forget this is a war of words not a boxing match.

So, don't let it throw you.

If he comes out hittin' below the belt.

Way...below!

No prob. 'Cause if he does, I'll just use my secret weapon.

Share it now, brother.

What's with all Byron's secretism?

Can't say, but if he goes for the shoe then only then

will he know the true meaning of shame and humiliation.

Talk that talk! You the man!

Yeah! Byron!

(Marvin) 'Ladies and gentlemen!'

Today we have Iron Byron. Weighing at 150 pounds.

Vs Wowman Waynehead!

'Weighing 70 pounds without the shoe!'

Let's get ready to rumble!

Remember the rules of the low west side dozens commission.

Biting, spitting or crying will resort in disqualification.

Fight dirty but keep it clean.

[cheering]

cling

Your daddy is so old, when God said let there be light

he said "Why? I'm sleeping.

Hey, Chunky but funky.

Ah, your mama so nasty

'I called her on the phone and got a ear infection.'

[laughing]

Yeah, baby.

Alright, your mama so dumb

she climbed the tree to become a branch manager.

You mama so cross eye

she dropped a dime and picked up two nickels.

Yeah? You mama so-- Dawg!

We got him! Byron's tongue tied!

Knock him out the box Waynehead!

Uh, your shoe is so big

you can't walk without kicking your own butt.

[gasps]

[intense music]

I told him not to go there.

You just take a wacking Waynehead!

[laughing]

[crying]

Think I went too far?

(Shavonne) 'Waynehead! What's up!? Cluck him!'

Wanna call a truce? Chicken man?

Yo! Y-y-you got me mixed up with somebody else.

You know what I am saying? I don't have to work, I'm rich.

[gulps]

Get it man? Your job is like my shoe.

I figure we fellow fashion victims, bro!

So I am laying you off the hook.

That's really cool of you man.

So, uh, y-you the only one who knows about this?

The only one.

Then I guess I'm gonna have to kill you.

[screaming] Help! Help! Help!

Remember your training, Cockroach!

Huh?

Ugh!

[gasps]

Yo! Byron is the chicken chump.

[laughing]

[crying]

Ladies and gentlemen!

The winner and still champion!

Wowman Waynehead!

Demon of the dozens.

[cheering]

So, this thing is all adjusted now, huh?

I wish I could grant your wish and say no more shoe.

But I am only a doctor not a genie. Hehe.

That's cool, actually this old shoe

isn't as bad as I thought it was.

In fact my life could be a whole lot worse.

[theme music]

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