Disclaimer: I don't own The Boondocks. I don't own Huey Freeman, Riley Freeman, Robert Freeman (Granddad) or Jazmine Dubois etc… the show and characters all belong to Aaron McGruder. However, the characters that I made up by myself belong to me! The Boondocks itself belongs to Aaron McGruder.

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"Aye… Huey, Huey! Tch, nigga wake up!" Riley Freeman, Huey's nine year old little brother said, forcing his older brother to wake up.

Huey groaned irritably out loud and turned the other side of the bed trying to sleep. Now right there Riley would've given up and just left his brother right then and there where he was sleeping. But, Riley was as determined as ever to get his brother out of bed.

"Come on Huey! Wake the hell ass up nigga!"

Huey groaned even louder than he did before as he the pulled his blanket over his head, "Riley, shut up, leave me alone and got back to bed! Can you not see that I'm trying to sleep? Damn!" He murmured.

Riley scrunched up his face, "nigga, I ain't leaving until yo ass is out of that bed! I've got something that you may wanna see, so quit loaftin' and wake up!" he said with one last shove.

The tired and now cranky eleven year old forced himself out of bed, looked at the clock and gave his little brother a dirty look. It was eight fifty-seven in the morning. Who the hell wakes up at this time on a Saturday anyway?! The revolutionary just kissed his teeth and followed his brother out the bedroom door.

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"… A moving truck? You woke me up… for a dumb moving truck?" Huey asked irritated as he turned to give his brother a severe dirty look, "unless… you're trying to tell me that we're moving back to Chicago?" He added.

"Tch… nigga I wish," Riley responded as he watched the movers coming out of the moving truck with his binoculars.

The two Freeman brothers were both sitting on top of their house watching the movers moving their new neighbors' items into the house.

Huey yawned once more and then shook his head, still tired from lack of sleep. "I still don't understand what the big deal is Riley. For all we know we just have white new neighbors snobby like our neighbors here anyway, nothing different." Huey stated, bitterly, "damn I hate living here, damn; it's been one full year since we moved to Woodcrest and yet nothing has changed since we moved here."

Riley didn't answer.

"Riley? Are you even listening to me?"

"Hold up," Riley said, "ain't that Granddad? Whats he doing?" Riley said paying no attention to what Huey was saying.

At that moment, both Huey and Riley watched a bronze color mercedes-benz which was blaring loud gangsta rap, hip-hop music drive up the drive way right beside the large moving truck followed by a silver jeep and a bronze color mercedes-benz black mini van car behind the mini van.

Once all the cars were properly parked, the silver jeep door had slowly opened and a long tone chocolate leg slid right out of the jeep. From what the boys saw it looked as if an African American young woman came out of the car.

Riley was very well impressed, "damn! Check out that fine bitch right there!" he exclaimed as he peered closer into his binoculars.

The young female adult was somewhat tall with curly hair wearing a tank top with shorts and shorts short enough to be booty shorts. She also had a nose piercing.

Riley just continued to stare at the woman. Huey just shook his head in disgust at his younger brother and watched his grandfather shake hands with the young female who first came out of the car.

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"It's a pleasure meeting you Mr.…" The young female trailed off as she shook granddad's hand. When she spoke she had a some what of a kinda strong southern accent.

"Robert Jebediah Freeman, but you can call me Granddad if you want to." He said as he let go of the girl's hand with a polite smile.

The young lady flashed her beautiful light chestnut brown eyes and smiled back, "I'm Tenisha, Tenisha Johnson," she responded.

"Tenisha," Granddad repeated, "that's a lovely name."

Granddad couldn't help but notice that this young woman had a tongue ring whenever she spoke.

"Thank you," she said.

Soon another young African woman came out of the same jeep. She seemed much younger than Tenisha but only by a few years she was a bit shorter than her they almost could've been twins. She had long and what appeared to be straight hair down to her shoulders also light brown eyes who was wearing large hoop earrings, a wife beater that show a bit of her stomach which revealed a belly button piercing and a skirt. When she got out of the jeep, she slammed the car door; she tossed her hair to her shoulder and smiled at Granddad.

He smiled back.

"Hi, I'm Monica," she said bringing out her hair and a friendly manner; gesturing for him to shake her hand. She too had the same country like accent.

"Robert…" Granddad trailed off as he saw two young men coming out of the mini van.

The man that first came out of the mercedes car with the blaring hip-hop music had a somewhat of toned body and was somewhat tall with also light brown chestnut eyes. He was a somewhat of a buff young man almost built like rapper. He had practically no hair with a line up and looked very sophisticated for someone with such a manly physique. The young man was wearing a white t-shirt large with nice pants. He was very attractive and looked older than both Tenisha and Monica.

The second young man that came out of the van seemed much young than all of them young adults which came out of the car. He looked like he was a teenager who was going through puberty a younger version of the older African male. He had a mini afro with a line also which looked similar to the man with a zig zaged line on his hair from the front of his head to the back of his hair. His body was built like a young basketball player and very nice physique that was wearing an oversized jersey with baggy pants.

Both young men slammed the car doors behind them, turned and smiled at Granddad.

Granddad smiled back. He was surprised to see a lot of young adults coming out of the each car. This made him wonder if there were going to be anymore children coming out of the mini van.

Soon two adults came out of the car from both ends at the same time. The man who came out from the left, the drivers end seemed middle aged. He was already forming some white hairs on his hair and beard and mustache but still looked very young and very sophisticated. He was wearing and easy going white shirt with a blue vest and business pants.

The young man's wife seemed a little bit younger by a couple of years. Her skin tone was much light than the rest of the family and seemed mixed. She had smooth hair that was tide up in a bun. She was wearing a nice tight pair of jeans. The young mixed woman was holding a little boy who looked as if he was a toddler who had just woke up from his nap.

The middle aged man walked up to Granddad and brought out his hand, gesturing a handshake.

"How are you my good man?" He started, "I'm Dr. Neil John-," He was distracted by his wife who was talking to someone who was in the van still.

"Young lady, I'm not going to ask you again," Neil's wife's voice was very stern, she was not playing around, "come out of that van, now," she said.

There was no response coming from the van. With that she walked up to her husband and shook her head. "She's not coming out Neil," she soon turned to Granddad and smiled as she adjusted her son's position so that she could carry him with one arm. She soon brought out her hand. "Sorry, I'm Kyndra, Neil's wife and this is our son Jerone," she introduced, "say hello Jerone," she insisted.

Jerone gave out a little wave and then continued to rest his head on his mother's chest.

"He's not very talkative…" Kyndra trailed off as she was distracted with the blaring R&B hip-hop music.

"Hey, Sean! Turn off that damn music!" Neil yelled at his oldest son.

Quickly on his feet, Sean rushed off to his mercedes and turned off the whole engine of his car, "sorry pops," he responded.

Neil shook his head at his son, "don't just stand around there, help the movers unload the truck and load the boxes into the house! Do I have to tell you kids everything? Get a move on! The sooner we get this done the better." Neil added.

The young adults didn't seemed to enthusiastic about helping out as they all groan and sighed as they were heading towards the truck.

"Man, I hate moving, I wish I was a kid again," The second son mumbled.

"Me too, don't got to do squat," Sean agreed.

Neil turned and smiled at Granddad as he stuffed his hand in his pockets, "that's the bright side to having so many kids," he joked.

Granddad chuckled, "I see what you mean, if only my Grandkids were to be as helpful; they're just too damn lazy y'know?"

"Grandchildren you say? How many?" Kyndra asked.

"Speaking of children I'm going to try and get one out of the van," Neil told his wife. He looked up and Granddad, "It was nice meeting you…"

"Robert Freeman," Granddad responded.

"Robert Freeman," Neil repeated, "it was nice meeting you." And with that he was already walking up to the mini van.

"Now, where were we?" Granddad asked looking at Kyndra. For someone with so many children it was hard to believe that her figure seemed perfect, perhaps there might have been stretch marks hidden somewhere.

"You were about to tell me how many grandchildren you have," Kyndra reminded.

"Oh right! I have two grandchildren. One that's eleven named Huey and one that's nine named Riley." Granddad explained.

Kyndra pulled another shocked face as she adjusted Jerone, "you don't say. We have a daughter named Latoya who is also nine years old, the youngest daughter of the family." She said. "Maybe your grandkids and Latoya can get acquainted."

"Definitely," he responded.

Kyndra's smile soon vanished as she turned to look at the mini van, "yeah… but Latoya doesn't seem, thrilled at the idea of moving. You know how children are; they're too attached with their friends, school, old house… they just don't want to leave. But we moved here for the kids and ourselves as well." She explained.

Granddad lifted an eyebrow, "where did you come from?"

"Atlanta, to be more specific, Atlanta Georgia; we came to Woodcrest to start fresh." Kyndra started.

Granddad gave her a confused look.

"Well you see, I'm Neil's second wife. The four older kids that you met earlier? Well… they aren't mine. They belonged Neil's first wife we died of cancer a few years back. Latoya and Jerone are my blood related children. But all the same, I still treat them like they are all mine. I've been married to Neil for ten years. During those years it was rough, I was already starting my career to a rocky start and Neil was getting underpaid where he worked. At the time, the kids were still growing so you can imagine how hard that can be."

"Yeah I bet, raising my grandchildren are already too much for me." Granddad commented.

Kyndra gave out a small chuckle, "it sure was hard for us, I was also pregnant too, pregnant with Latoya. So I had to take a break from my job since I was going to raise five kids and Neil had to do all the work. Paying the bills for everything, making sure there was food on the table, providing the children education, life was miserable during those times. After Latoya was born a few years had passed and then I was soon pregnant with Jerone and Neil and my business wasn't doing much support on our behalf. At one point, Neil quit from his job due to lack of payment. So not was Neil and I out of job, but we now had six kids to raise. Once Jerone was born, Neil and I figured that it was time we made a fresh start for the children and have ourselves move to Woodcrest. That way, our kids could get good education and we could further our career to provide our children their needs."

"…huh…" Granddad watched the two young men unload the truck and watched the two young ladies come out of the house, "I've got to admit, you've got yourself an interesting family."

"Thank you," Kyndra responded. "I just hope that we settle here in Woodcrest just fine, especially Latoya."

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