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||The camera fades in and you see Weezle, along with Tree and Banana, in a bad part of Toronto. Weezle and Co. are walking down the sidewalk, alongside broken down cars and graffitied dumpsters.|| Damn man! It feel good to get back, now what I'm sayin? Feel good to get back in touch wit ma homeys! Ehmmm, Banana? I don't think Canada has a lot of ghetto boys. Shut up Tree! Fo I smack yo ass! Settle down boys! Everyone be nice. Ok. Sorry. Yea, I'm sorry too. Now, let's g-- Whoa now! ||Weezle & Co. stop beside a homeless man who is drinking out of a brown paper bag.|| Tell me that's not booze... TELL me that's not booze! I think it's booze, eh. ||The bum stands up and starts talking to banana, he too convinced that this magical fruit can talk.|| Weeeell now... What we got he-ya? What in ta HELL you doin? Well, Ah like ma drinkey-poo. Git yo ass to a Soup Kitchen fo I whoop it there, aight? Whadeva you say Mista Banana. Bout time someone showed some respect! ||The drunk wanders off as Weezle & Co. continue on there journey.|| Man, I hate being a proppa in a bunch of sloppa's. Banana... I don't like it here. Come Tree, what ta hell could g-- ||**BAM**|| ||**BAM**|| ||W&C hit the ground as a cap-gun rings out.|| Don't make me pull out my Glok an buss a cap! Bananaaaaaa! I'm scared!! Shut y'ass up! I'm gonna get us outta here. HEY! Put yo piece down fo I whoop yo ass like ya mamma shoulda done! ||A small child, named Kerson, walks out towards W&C.|| Daaaaaaaamn! You dat resslin guy, ain't you?! Ye-ah, and I'm one step away from being that Banana Slammin', ass kickin' guy too! Hey, be cool, be cool. I'm a huge fan! Now, who isn't? ||Kerson and W&C shake hands, umm, and plants, and Kerson sees his friend.|| HEY! TYRONE! WEEZLE IN DA HOUSE!! Weezle? Yea man! I ain't shittin you! IT'S HIM!! Ay, he got Tree an Banana wit 'im? Damn straight! ||Tyrone runs across the street and greets W&C.|| Man, you sure put a whoopin' on Brendan. Well, you mess wit one of us, you mess wit ALL of us! Me, Tree, Weeze, and Keoki, we tight... we tight! We like crazy glue. Heh, so, how "tight" is Keoki? ||**WHACK**|| Sucka, you gotsta learn to watch yo mouth! Ain't none of us swingin dat way! Now, you wanna say that again? Ow...no, sorry...ow... You gonna haffa excuse Tyrone, he a little slow upstairs. A little? DAMN! He one of tha stupidest sombitches I know! Heh, yea, and we know Jean Chretien! ||Everyone sits silent after Tree's bad joke.|| Damn Tree! Ain't no one givin a shit bout some stupid ass Prime Minister! Sorry. So man, wat you gonna do to this Stall dude? Same damn thing we did to Tyrone, only he won't be getting up so quick. We gonna put a hurtin' on him so bad his momma gonna BEG me to stop! ||Off in the distance, you can hear a woman shout for Tyrone and Kerson.|| Looks like it's lunch time. Ay man, you wanna come over? Sloppy Joe's! Man, you don't have to tell me twice! ||The scene fades out as Tyrone, Kerson, and W&C go to Tyrone's for lunch.|| |
