"SOUTH PARK"
Episode 806
"THE JEFFERSONS"
Written by
Trey Parker
[The neighborhood. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny ride down the
street on their Big Wheels.]
STAN
Hey, check it out, dude. Somebody bought
the Donovans' old house.
KYLE
Yeah, I think they already moved in.
I saw moving vans in their driveway
two days ago.
CARTMAN
I hope they're not Austrians. That's
the last thing this town needs.
KYLE
Hey look!
KID
Hello.
KYLE
Hey. Do you live here?
KID
Yeah, I just moved here with my dad.
Are you gonna be my new friends?
CARTMAN
No.
KID
I really like your town. My dad wanted
to move somewhere to get away from it
all. He said he wanted piece and quiet,
and to live with a bunch of hicks who
don't know anything.
STAN
What's that you're wearing?
KID
It's my mask. My daddy says it's best
for me to hide my face. My name's Blanket.
CARTMAN
Your name is Blanket. Right. Well, Blanket,
I'm Howdy Doody, and these are my friends
Timsy , Winky and Nod. Unfortunately,
we have to be off to the Land of Booger
Trees, so we'll be leaving now.
BLANKET
Wait, don't you guys wanna come inside
and play?
CARTMAN
Huh look dude, we're in the fourth
grade, okay? You know what that means?
It means we don't hang out with a little
kid. Come on, guys, let's get back to
our Big Wheels.
BLANKET
We have arcade games inside.
[The old Donovan house, now Blanket's home.]
BLANKET
Dad?
STAN
Whoa. Dude, no way.
CARTMAN
Oh my God, this is awesome!
STAN
Dude, are these all your toys?
BLANKET
No, this is all my dad's stuff. He loves
toys and video games.
KYLE
Dude, he must be loaded! What does he
do?
BLANKET
He's retired now.
CARTMAN
Oh my God, dude! Your dad must be the
coolest dad in the world!
BLANKET
Come on, my dad's probably out in the
back yard.
[The back yard. The sliding door opens up to a small park, a
Neverland, with a giraffe, small Ferris wheel, small carousel,
and other things. The boys step through the doorway]
CARTMAN
Oh, kick ass! Dude, why isn't my house
like this?!
BLANKET
Dad, you out here??
DAD
Here I am, Blanket! Heeee! Jeh chabee
durtah! Blanket!! Oh my beautiful blanket!
KYLE
What's wrong with his face?
STAN
Be cool, dude. I, I think maybe he's
a burn victim or something.
BLANKET
Guys, this is my dad, Michael Ja-
MR. JEFFERSON
Jefferson! Michael ...Jefferson, yeh.
Hey, you wanna play with me? Come on,
let's climb the tree! Come on, climb
the tree, climb the tree!
Have you been up my ...Wishing Tree? Tuh!
It's where I come to think and dream.
And now I'd like to show you my ...Wishing Tree. Jam on!
Where we can laugh and giggle and scream. Hee hee!
Imagination is the key.
KYLE
Mr. Jefferson, your son can't get up.
MR. JEFFERSON
Won't you imagine along with me?
KYLE
Mr. Jefferson?
MR. JEFFERSON
We can be spacemen, or pirates on the
sea Chuckajam on
Yes we can do everything, and I mean, everything! Chuckajam on
Up in my Wishing Tree! Hee hee! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
[Stark's Pond, day. A group of kids skate around lazily on its
frozen surface. Stan and friends race over a rise towards the
lake]
STAN
Hey you guys! You guys! You gotta come
with us over to the Jeffersons!
RED
The Jeffersons?
CARTMAN
They're a new family that just moved
to South Park! We met this kid named
Blanket, and he has the coolest dad
in the world!
KYLE
Mr. Jefferson said we can invite all
the kids in town to go play over at
their house.
CARTMAN
They have like, video games and rides
and a cotton-candy machine, oh, and,
and in their back yard, guess what they
have in their back yard?? Guess. A train.
CRAIG
No way.
CARTMAN
Yeah way, Craig! And if you don't believe
in Mr. Jefferson, then you can just
not come!
CRAIG
I believe in Mr. Jefferson.
[The Jefferson house, arcade room. As the kids enjoy the toys
and games found there, Jefferson swings above them on a spacious
swing with Bebe on his lap]
JEFFERSON
Weeeeeee, look at us on the swing! We're
swinging!
BLANKET
Who wants the first cotton candy?
KIDS
Memememememememememe...
MR. JEFFERSON
Mememe! I'm first! I'm first! Ooooh,
let's go ride the choo-choo train!
CARTMAN
Choo-choo train! Yay!
[The Jefferson back yard. The kids follow Jefferson to the train]
MR. JEFFERSON
Let's ride the train! The train!
Would you like to ride the train with me,
and start a magical journey?
CARTMAN
Yes I would, Mr. Jefferson. You're
so awesome, Mr. Jefferson.
MR. JEFFERSON
Cartman, you have a beautiful voice.
CARTMAN
Thank you Mr. Jefferson. So do you.
[duet]
MR. JEFFERSON
Let's ride and ride on the train together
CARTMAN
... Train together
MR. JEFFERSON
On a journey through both of our minds.
CARTMAN
... I've got time. Do youuu??
[back near the sliding door, Stan, Kyle and Kenny look on. Blanket
stands next to them and Kyle notices Blanket's left leg]
KYLE
Dude, what happened to your knee?
BLANKET
I fell down.
KYLE
Mr. Jefferson!
MR. JEFFERSON
Choo-choo train, it's all fun and games.
CARTMAN
Choo-choo train.
KYLE
Mr.! Goddamnit. Here, come on. We need
to clean that up.
[The bathroom, nicely appointed. Kyle sits Blanket on the toilet
and dresses the wound]
KYLE
Alright, this is gonna sting for a second.
BLANKET
Ow!
KYLE
I know, I know. Be cool.
BLANKET
Thank you. That already feels better.
KYLE
So, dude, do you have any brothers
or sisters?
BLANKET
I have a half-brother and a half-sister.
But they live with their mom now.
KYLE
And where is your mom?
BLANKET
I don't have a mom.
KYLE
You must have a mom. You mean she doesn't
live here, or she's dead, or what?
BLANKET
No. I was made in a laboratory.
KYLE
What?
BLANKET
My daddy wanted to have a baby, so he
put me in a test tube. Then, they put
me in a woman's tummy, and, when I was
born, Daddy took me home.
KYLE
So you never met your mom?
BLANKET
Noo... But I used to have a lot of bodyguards
and nannies, if that counts.
KYLE
Yeah. Yeah, that counts.
[The neighborhood, some time later. The boys are walking home]
CARTMAN
Oh man, that was great! You guys know
what Mr. Jefferson said? He said I'm
his best friend, and I can go over to
his house whenever I want! I'm supposed
to go right back over there after dinner
tonight!
KYLE
You guys, I feel kinda bad for that
kid.
CARTMAN
You feel bad for him?! He has everything
a kid could want!
KYLE
Mr. Jefferson just seems like he wants
to be a kid, not have one.
CARTMAN
Oh, you know what?! This makes perfect
sense! A guy moves into South Park with
a FERRIS wheel in his back yard, and
KYLE has to see a problem with it!
Mr. Jefferson is the best thing that's
happened to this town in a long time,
and if you miss this up, so help me
GOD, I will rip your balls off with
my bare hands! With my bare hands, Goddamn
you!
[Stan's house, afternoon. Stan enters the kitchen through the
back door. Randy is at the breakfast nook reading a paper, Sharon
puts a coffee pot onto the counter]
RANDY
Well, there he is. Where have you been
all afternoon.
STAN
I was over at the new neighbors, the
Jeffersons.
SHARON
Oh, are they nice people?
STAN
Yeah. It's just a dad and his son.
SHARON
Well, we're supposed to have the Broflovskis
and the Stotches over for dinner tonight.
Maybe I'll invite Mr. Jefferson too.
[Stan's house, evening. The Marshes and their guests are seated
at table for dinner. On screen left are seated Sheila, Chris
and Linda. On screen right are seated Gerald, Mr. Jefferson,
and Sharon, and Randy is at the head of the table]
KYLE'S FATHER
So, Mr. Jefferson, did I hear you say
you moved here from Kentucky?
MR. JEFFERSON
Kentucky, yeh.
RANDY
I heard people saying you all were from
Illinois.
MR. JEFFERSON
No, theh, they're ignorant. That's ignorant.
CHRIS
What kind of work do you do, Mr. Jefferson?
MR. JEFFERSON
Oh I'm retired now, but, I was in...
pharmaceuticals
KYLE'S MOTHER
Well our boys have really taken a liking
to you. You seem to really have a way
with them.
MR. JEFFERSON
I just id- identify so much with children.
Their innocence, their beauty. I think
that God is in the face of every child.
RANDY
....Yeeeah.
SHARON
...They are fun. Boys, you okay out
there?
[The living room. Stan, Kyle, and Blanket are seated on the sofa,
eating]
STAN
Fine Mom.
BLANKET
Wow, these are great. What are they
called again?
KYLE
They're TV dinners. Don't you wanna
take that veil off so you can eat?
BLANKET
Nah, I'm not supposed to. Dad says I
have to keep my face hidden.
CARTMAN
What the hell is going on?! Are you
having Mr. Jefferson over for dinner?!
STAN
No, my parents are.
CARTMAN
You guys better not be trying to Bogart
my friend away!
STAN
What?
CARTMAN
He is MY friend, got it?! I was friends
with him before you assholes were,
and I hoowi- Stan! Stan, I'm serisouslih!
You'd better not be talking bad about
me in there to Mr. Jefferson!
[The dining table]
KYLE'S FATHER
Hey, you know Kobe Bryant was up in
Eagle today.
RANDY
Oh yeah? What do you think, Mr. Jefferson?
Do you think Kobe's guilty or innocent?
MR. JEFFERSON
D'huh?
CHRIS
I think he's definitely going to jail.
I just love seeing smug celebrities
get their comeuppance.
MR. JEFFERSON
I think it's wrong what the police do
to wealthy black men.
KYLE'S FATHER
Oh come on, Mr. Jefferson, you're not
one of those who think that the police
go around framing rich black people
just because they're jealous..
MR. JEFFERSON
Yeah! Because their hearts are full
of greed and they have... doodoo in
their soul.
[Park County Police Station. Inside an officer waits for a fax
to finish printing. As another officer walks by with a cup of
coffee, he takes a sheet from the machine]
OFFICER
Hey Sergeant, take a look at this.
SERGEANT
Whatcha got?
OFFICER
Looks like a new family has just moved
into South Park. One Mr. Jefferson,
age 50, bought a house there and paid
cash. He seems to have a lot of money.
SERGEANT
So, what's the problem?
OFFICER
Take a look. Says here... He's black.
SERGEANT
By God, so he is. Black and rich. Time
to take this Mr. Jefferson down, just
like we did Kobe. Let's go people!
We've got another rich black guy. I
want him humiliated and dragged through
the dirt, and I want it done by the
books!
[Stan's house, night. Stan is asleep in his room when someone
pounds at his window. Stan wakes up, then goes to the window]
STAN
Kyle?
MR. JEFFERSON
Hey, Stan, whatcha doin'?
STAN
Mr. Jefferson- Awww! It's 1:30 in the
morning!
MR. JEFFERSON
Look at me, I'm Peter Pan. T-shamon!
I'm a little boy forever. Hey!
STAN
Mr. Jefferson, I have to go to school
tomorrow!
CARTMAN
Oh, son of a bitch! I knew it! What
the hell are you doing, Stan?! I'll
tell you what you're doing! You're trying
to steal MY best friend!
STAN
He just showed up here.
CARTMAN
Remember, Mr. Jefferson? You said we
were best friends.
STAN
Jesus Christ!
KYLE
Dude, look who I found prowling around
in my back yard.
BLANKET
Hi Stan.
KYLE
He was out all alone in the middle of
the night. Mr. Jefferson isn't even
home.
STAN
I know. He's here.
KYLE
What??
MR. JEFFERSON
Oh Kyle, Blanket, yay, it's a slumber
party!
STAN
No! Mr. Jefferson, you need to take
your son home.
MR. JEFFERSON
We can't go home. There's a ghost in
our house. Me and Blanket are scared.
BLANKET
Dad says it wants to eat us.
MR. JEFFERSON
Please don't make us go back home. Please!
We're scared, we're scared!
BLANKET
We're scared!
MR. JEFFERSON
Hee hee!
STAN
Okay, fine, we'll all stay here, but
we're going to sleep now!
KYLE
Come on, Blanket.
MR. JEFFERSON
Now let's all sleep and dream Heehee!
of fun and adventurous things shamon!
It's time for us all to say goodnight
CARTMAN
Deeper. Mr. Jefferson, I wish I could
be around you all the time. You're awesome.
MR. JEFFERSON
I think you're awesome too, Cartman.
CARTMAN
Yeah?
MR. JEFFERSON
Yeah.
CARTMAN
Yeah?
MR. JEFFERSON
Yeah.
CARTMAN
Yeah?
STAN
Haaa!
MR. JEFFERSON
What's the matter, Stan? Did you have
a bad dream?
STAN
Yeah. A really bad dream. Oh Jesus!
[The Jefferson house. An unmarked police car, blue in color,
waits across the street. The sergeant's partner sips on a soda]
SERGEANT
Murphy, you inside?
MURPHY
We're inside, sir. Harris was right.
This guy looks like he has more money
than all of us put together. Black sonofabitch!
I'm planting the cocaine now.
SERGEANT
Johnson, what about you?
JOHNSON
Placing the blood spatter now, sir.
SERGEANT
Frakes?
FRAKES
Placing pubic hair from the raped girl
now, sir.
SERGEANT
All right, when this Jefferson guy shows
up, arrest him fast and try not to beat
him. There could be neighbors with video
cameras. Why do we do it, Harris?
HARRIS
Sir?
SERGEANT
Why is it that us policement around
the country have such a passion for
framing wealthy African-Americans with
crimes they didn't commit?
HARRIS
Oh why? I guess I never thought about
why, sir. We just do it.
SERGEANT
Twenty-five years I've been on the force.
I've seen every kind of sick, depraved
act known to humanity and still, when
I see a black man walk by who has more
money than me, I... want to vomit my
gizzards right in the gutter. But why?
Maybe there is no reason. Maybe there's
just a big blue ball out there that's
mostly covered with water and we're
just goin' along for the ride.
[Stan's house, morning. Someone knocks on Stan's door.]
RANDY
Stan, time to get up for school. Stan?
What the-? Mr. Jefferson?!
MR. JEFFERSON
Oh oh, we were just having a slumber
party.
RANDY
Mr. Jefferson, this is highly inappropriate!
MR. JEFFERSON
Inappropriate? No, you're being ignorant.
They're my friends. You see, I I didn't
have a childhood, so I'm really just
a child myself. Here, everything's
okay. I want you each to have a hundred
dollars.
RANDY
Wow, I'm gonna go buy that new sport
coat I've been wanting.
MR. JEFFERSON
Come on, Blanket. We have to go home
and feed the animals. Bye, friends.
SHARON
Boys, I do not want you going over to
Mr. Jefferson's anymore. Do you understand?
STAN
You don't have to tell us twice, Mom.
That guy's a freak!
CARTMAN
Not go to Mr. Jefferson's anymore? Well,
excuse my French, Mrs. Marsh, but you
can suck my fat hairy balls!
[The stakeout at Jefferson house, day. The two officers are snoring,
but the sergeant is roused by the sound of a voice]
MR. JEFFERSON
Come on, Blanket!
SERGEANT
Hey Harris Harris Harris! Harris!
HARRIS
What what what?
SERGEANT
It's Jefferson! He's back! All right,
people. Let's give Blacky a nice welcome
home. Whoa, wait a minute! That guy
isn't black! Holy God, his son isn't
black either! Oh Jesus! This is Yeats!
Stand down! I repeat, stand down! Suspect
is not black! You son of a bitch, you
told my this guy was African-American!
HARRIS
It says right here on the final sheet
he is!
YEATS
Does that look like a black guy to
you?!
HARRIS
It said on the final sheet!
YEATS
Jesus Christ Monkeyballs! We could
have made an innocent man go to jail
who wasn't black! Oh! Wuuugh! Wuugh!
Ohaugh. Ugh. Jesus, Harris. What are
we becoming? We're supposed to... protect
the people. Where have we lost our way?
HARRIS
Sir, it's possible that he is black,
even though he doesn't look it.
YEATS
To hell with you!! I'm never gonna
frame an innocent man again! Unless
I KNOW he's black for sure!!
[Inside the house, Mr. Jefferson closes all the windows and curtains]
MR. JEFFERSON
All the adults are trying to get us.
Get up to your room, Blanket, and put
your mask on! We can't go outside anymore!
KYLE
That poor kid.
STAN
Dude, come on. We're not supposed to
go over there.
BLANKET
Hi guys!
KYLE
Hey Blanket. Uh, look, we're goin' over
to help my dad chop wood. You... wanna
come with?
BLANKET
Really? You mean it?
MR. JEFFERSON
Oh yay, my friends are here! Come inside
and play, guys!
STAN
Ah, actually, Mr. Jefferson, we were
seeing if Blanket wanted to chop wood
with us.
MR. JEFFERSON
Chop wood? No, that's ignorant. That's
poopie work. Blanket and me wanna play!
STAN
Mr. Jefferson, ih it might be good for
Blanket to learn how to chop wood
MR. JEFFERSON
Blanket likes to play, don't you Blanket?
Wee, look! He can fly!
KYLE
Jesus Christ, dude!
BLANKET
Aaaaaah!!
STAN
Stop, you fucking lunatic!!
KYLE
Dude, we have got to get that kid away
from him!
[Blanket's room. He's crying on a giant plush teddy bear. Mr.
Jefferson tries to soothe him]
MR. JEFFERSON
No, Blanket, shhhh. Stop crying. It's
okay, Blanket. Here, look. Jeekabee
durtah! Ow! There, Blanket, shhhh.
Hey, hey look, hey look. I got your
nose. Look! Lookit, I got your nose.
I got your nose, Blanket. See?
BLANKET
Aaaaaaaa!
MR. JEFFERSON
No, Blanket, stop! It's ignorant. You're
being ignorant!
[The Sergeant's house, later. He enters. A woman appears moments
later.]
WOMAN
Harrison, why haven't you called? You
know how I worry.
YEATS
I'm givin' up, Maggie. I'm quitting
the force.
MAGGIE
Quitting the force? You?
YEATS
None of it makes sense anymore. I don't
even know if what we're doing is right.
The last thirteen hours we've been working
on a case, trying to get a real scumbag
off the streets. And when he walked
up to the door, I could have sworn he
was white. Maybe I can't tell the difference
anymore. Maybe it doesn't matter. Because
it seems like every time we frame a
rich black guy, he's back out on the
streets in no time. It's just like OJ.
Do you know how hard those cops worked
to frame him? The tireless hours they
put in?? And then he just gets off because
somebody messed up and said the N word
out loud too many times. I guess I'm
just tired. I'm jast damn tired.
MAGGIE
Not another word of that kind of talk,
Harrison Yeats. Believe me I would
love nothin' more than to have you quit
the force and no longer have to worry
about whether or not you're comin' home.
But I know you. Framin' rich black men
for crimes they didn't commit is in
your blood. Wipin' that rich, smug smile
off their faces is the only thing that
puts a smile on yours. You're a good
cop, Harrsion Yeats. You don't have
to question that. Because I'm here to
tell you.
YEATS
And you're a good wife, Maggie. You
know me better than I know myself.
MAGGIE
Where're you goin'?
YEATS
Think I've got a little more work to
do.
[The Jefferson house, night. Cartman walks up to the door and
knocks]
CARTMAN
Mr. Jefferson? It's your best friend
in the whole wide world, Eric Cartman.
Mr. Jefferson? I came to sleep over
tonight, remember?
[Mr. Jefferson room. He's on the phone with someone.]
MR. JEFFERSON
No, Dr. Nelson, I'm telling you, you
have to fly out here right now! My nose
came off again! I know you live in
California; I'll pay for your plane
ticket! But I'm falling apart! I need
some more of that cream and the injections!
I have to look young again! Oh, I'm
melting!
[The Jefferson house, outside. A ladder is propped up against
the side of the house. Kyle, Stan, and another boy approach.
The boy wears the same mask Blanket usually does.]
KYLE
All right. Thanks a lot for helping
us, dude.
KENNY
Yeah, sure, whatever.
STAN
You just gotta pretend you're Blanket
until we can get the real Blanket somewhere
safe.
KENNY
Aren't I too big to be Blanket?
KYLE
I don't think Mr. Jefferson pays enough
attention to his son to notice. Come
on!
[Blanket's bedroom. Blanket silently cries and the door creaks
open]
STAN
Blanket, you in here?
BLANKET
Hi guys!
KYLE
Shh, Blanket, we're gonna take you away
for a little while, okay?
BLANKET
You are? Oh thank you thank you thank
you!
STAN
All right dude, get in his bed.
KENNY
All right, but you guys owe me for
this.
STAN
Dude, whatever. At least you finally
get to do something.
[Santa Barbara Police Department, Snetzl's desk. His phone rings
and he picks up]
SNETZL
Santa Barbara Police Department, this
is Snetzl.
[Park County Police Department, Yeats' desk.]
YEATS
Hello, this is Sergeant Yeats over at
the Park County Police Department in
Colorado.
SNETZL
Yes, sergeant. What can I do for you?
YEATS
Well, we've been trying to frame this
guy who just moved into our town, and
the fil-o-fax says he moved from yoru
area. One Martin Jefferson?
SNETZL
Hm. No, we never had a any rich African-Americans
named Jefferson here. If we had, we
would have framed him ourselves.
YEATS
Well, he doesn't really look that black.
SNETZL
Yeah, I don't uh... Hold on a second.
There was oine we framed a couple of
times, but the black bastard was so
rich he made bail and disappeared before
the trial.
YEATS
You say he disappeared? What did you
frame him for?
SNETZL
We uhhh found some kids that had stayed
over at his place, and we asked them
to lie and make up some false molestation
charges.
YEATS
Molestation, nice.
SNETZL
Yeah, it was a lot of work. Took years,
but we were finally able to arrest him.
Then we planted some evidence, took
embarassing photos of his penis, and
threw him in a dirty prison cell with
doodie feces on the walls. You should
have seen him squirm!
YEATS
That's damn fine police work, sergeant.
Damn fine.
SNETZL
Heh yeah, but the point is this guy
didn't really look black either. We
had to sneak in while he was asleep
and get a DNA sample to be sure.
YEATS
Jesus Christ Monkeyballs! It must be
the same guy!
[The Jefferson house. Cartman knocks on the front door again]
CARTMAN
Mr. Jefferson, hello??
[The bathroom. Stan, Kyle, and Blanket prepare a carry-on bag.]
KYLE
Come on, Blanket! We gotta go before
your dad sees us.
MR. JEFFERSON
What are you doing with my Blanket?
Come on, Blanket, play with me. Jeechabee
durtah! Hee!
STAN, KYLE, BLANKET
HAAAAA!
STAN
Go go RUUN!
MR. JEFFERSON
Sutah!
[The Hallway. The boys run towards the stairs]
STAN, KYLE, BLANKET
HAAAAA!
MR. JEFFERSON
Wuchatennah! Jamonah! Heehee!
STAN
Oh Jesus!
KENNY
What the hell is going on, you guys?
MR. JEFFERSON
My Blanket! Let's play, Blanket!
KENNY
Nonono wait, I'm not Blanket!
MR. JEFFERSON
Wee, he can fly! He can fly!
KENNY
Aaaah! Aaaah, stop! A-
STAN
Oh my God, they killed Kenny!
KYLE
You bastard!
MR. JEFFERSON
Blanket? Blanket! Come play!
BLANKET
Nooo!
KYLE
Come on!
[The Jefferson house, front lawn. Kyle opens the front door and
the boys exit]
STAN
Run Blanket Run!
BLANKET
Ah!
MR. JEFFERSON
Dainduh! Dainduh Dainduh!
KYLE
Hang on, Blanket!
MR. JEFFERSON
Dugh! Heehee! Ja-!
YEATS
Freeze, Jefferson! The gig is up! You
are wanted for child mo-les-tation!
CARTMAN
No! I am sick and tired of people harassing
Mr. Jefferson! All I've been hearing
since Mr. Jefferson moved here are sick
lies! That he molests children, that
he's a bad father, that he has plastic
surgery!
MR. JEFFERSON
It's ignorant.
CARTMAN
Sure, maybe Mr. Jefferson's a little
different. But that's because he had
to work all the time when he was young
and missed out on his childhood. What's
wrong with wanting to have the innocence
and beauty of a child.
KYLE
All right, let's just say all the bad
things said about Mr. Jefferson are
lies! Let's say the police department
does just go around spending their time
framing people for crimes they didn't
commit! Let's say it's all made up,
and Mr. Jefferson is just a nice guy
who's trying to be a child because he
never got to have a childhood. Well
that's fine, except for that he HAS
children now! And when people have children,
they have to grow up!
MR. JEFFERSON
You're right. I've been so obsessed
with my childhood that I've forgotten
about his. I thought having lots of
rides and toys was enough, but... Blanket
doesn't need a playmate. He needs a
father, and a normal life. Chickuckoo
gainuh. Blanket, I wanna give away
all my money. I I wanna get a normal
job and... take a shot at raising you
in a normal setting.
BLANKET
Look everybody! I'm a normal little
boy.
YEATS
Well, if you're gonna give away all
your money, then, I guess we can drop
all those charges. No point in putting
another poor black man in jail.
KYLE
All right! Things just might work out!
MR. JEFFERSON
Things can always work out, as long
as we know we have the power to change.
We all have the power to change if we search inside our hearts
And we start to heal the wounds of all our yesterdays
And you know it might be hard, but all you've got to do is start,
And you can change all of your evil molesting ways.
Jejabee durtah!
THE END
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