(Hallway of the Family quarters, upstairs at the White House)
Madea: Whose that up this time of night? I can’t even get a glass of hot milk without running into someone in the hallway while I am in my nightie.
Malia Ann Obama: It’s me Auntie Madea.
Madea: Why you up at this hour child?
Malia Ann Obama: I was scared Auntie. I heard on the radio that the Koreans launched a missile and they had to wake up daddy in the middle of the night to deal with it. Are they going to fire a missile at us Auntie?
Madea: Where did you hear such foolishness child? Those chinaman won’t be sending no missile here unless they deliver it on a bicycle with some Won Ton Soup. Now hush and don’t you worry. Your momma and grandma and auntie will make sure nothing happens to you.
Malia Ann Obama: But daddy is the president? Shouldn’t he be the one to take care of it?
Madea: He would if he had a pair. But his momma was one of them beatniks and his daddy one of those fool Africans who is always winning races because they run so fast from their families. It’s your momma who is in charge. She is gonna set his mocha latte ass straight. I swear that boy is more than half white. He has too much cream in his coffee. He needs to set those Jacky Chan fools straight ghetto style And if he don’t, well I am gonna open up a can of whoop ass Madea style. Now you don’t worry and go off to bed.
Malia Ann Obama: Thank you Auntie. I feel better now that you’re here.
Madea: You’re welcome sugar. Now sweet dreams and I will see you tomorrow. I think we are having waffles for breakfast again.
Madea: Whose that up this time of night? I can’t even get a glass of hot milk without running into someone in the hallway while I am in my nightie.
Malia Ann Obama: It’s me Auntie Madea.
Madea: Why you up at this hour child?
Malia Ann Obama: I was scared Auntie. I heard on the radio that the Koreans launched a missile and they had to wake up daddy in the middle of the night to deal with it. Are they going to fire a missile at us Auntie?
Madea: Where did you hear such foolishness child? Those chinaman won’t be sending no missile here unless they deliver it on a bicycle with some Won Ton Soup. Now hush and don’t you worry. Your momma and grandma and auntie will make sure nothing happens to you.
Malia Ann Obama: But daddy is the president? Shouldn’t he be the one to take care of it?
Madea: He would if he had a pair. But his momma was one of them beatniks and his daddy one of those fool Africans who is always winning races because they run so fast from their families. It’s your momma who is in charge. She is gonna set his mocha latte ass straight. I swear that boy is more than half white. He has too much cream in his coffee. He needs to set those Jacky Chan fools straight ghetto style And if he don’t, well I am gonna open up a can of whoop ass Madea style. Now you don’t worry and go off to bed.
Malia Ann Obama: Thank you Auntie. I feel better now that you’re here.
Madea: You’re welcome sugar. Now sweet dreams and I will see you tomorrow. I think we are having waffles for breakfast again.
5 comments:
Don't you wish Mort were around for this?
Nothing like a good round of gibberish followed by some promise of food to take a little girl to dreamland.
If Jeremy were here he would say you are un-American.
Obama: Leggo my Eggo!!!!!
Waffles again? Don't forget the syrup!
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