The following day, Pearl had a discussion with Mr. Drummond. Kimberly and Arnold were in the room, while Willis went to the arcade to hang with some friends.

"I had it with this job!"

Phillip was surprised by Pearl's outburst. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Well, just right now, I slid down the stairs, thanks to Mr. Greasy-Head Willis. I was going down dangerously like a slide from Action Park!"

There were some laughs from the children, and Phillip had to stop them, though he was doing his best not to snicker himself.

"Kids, this is no laughing matter." He said in his typical stern tone, that barely covered up his snickering.

"Well at least you live through it, unlike those fools in Action Park!" Arnold quipped while still snickering.

"Then I won't object to him going there this summer. Hopefully he won't come back!" Pearl continued, "Ever since Willis has been using that Soul Glo crap, my life has been a living hell. I have to continuously clean up after him!"

"I'm sure there can be a reasonable way to deal with this." Phillip said, trying his best to reason with her, but she was having none of that.

"Forget it! I want to be compensated greatly for the pain and torture that I must endure in washing Willis' clothes, among other things, thanks to Willis' greasy hair! Every time that ramen-noodle-headed fool uses a bottle of Soul Glo, I end up using three bottles of Mop & Glo!"

Kim's eyes bulged and she said, "Wow…"

"And don't get me started with washing his pillowcases. It's basically a Mission Impossible!"

"How so? Do the pillowcases self-destruct in 10 seconds?" Arnold wisecracked. That got a snicker from Kimberly.

"I will self-destruct on you in 10 seconds if you don't shut up."

Arnold quickly shut his mouth.

"Now Pearl, let's talk more about this later on, when the kids are not around." Philip said.

"Okay, Mr. Drummond, but you better do something about Willis and pay me extra, or else I'll quit. And you know that you will have a hard time finding another housekeeper that will want to wash greasy pillow covers!" Pearl said. She left the room, slamming the door behind her.

After Ms. Pearl left, Mr. Drummond looked at his two kids and then started laughing. Then the kids joined in the laughter, picking up where they left off.

"Could you imagine her going down those stairs," Phillip said, laughing his lungs out.

"Yeah, like an elephant going down a water slide!" Arnold said.

Then after he was able to get back his composure, he went back to being a dad.

"As long as it is legal, I want you two to do everything to get Willis off those Jheri-curls. I'm getting sick and tired of sitting on plastic covers, and I don't want to lose Pearl. I only got her a few months ago, and before Willis decided to become a walking fire hazard, Pearl was sweet and cheerful. I don't want to go looking for another housekeeper."

"In fact, I'll level it with you two to make it worthwhile. I'll double your allowance, Arnold, and you can have another slumber-party, Kimberly."

This was an offer neither could refuse. They both quickly said "Deal!"

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The next day, Willis was lying in his bed, not fully recovered from the wound. However, he didn't realize how painful it was until he got out of bed. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Phillip was downstairs, so he went to get the door and saw Dorisha. She came to the apartment for a visit.

"Hi, you must be Mr. Drummond? I'm Dorisha, is Willis home?"

"Yes, I am, and he's home," he said. "Willis, Doritos is here!"

"It's Dorisha!"

"Sorry…" Phillip shamefully apologized.

"Old wrinkly mofo..." Dorisha muttered.

Willis was walking slowly down the steps, in pain. However, that didn't matter to her, as she laughed at him, even though she knew he was hurt. Mr. Drummond wasn't pleased.

"Young lady," he said with a stern glare that would frighten a ghost. She quickly stopped her laughter.

As soon as Willis got to the end of the steps, Mr. Drummond told him, "Will, I gotta go to the meeting. You and Doritos take care." Then Mr. Drummond left.

"It's Dorisha!" she yelled, but he was too far down the hall to hear her.

"So, what do you want?" Willis asked angrily.

"I'mma here to tell yah to mind yo' own freakin' business!"

Willis was surprised to hear that from her, so he responded with, "why? You my girl! Your business is my business!"

Dorisha looked at him like he was out of his mind. "What? Negro, please! I can do as I please. You ain't my daddy!"

"No, but you are my girl!" By this time, Willis was steaming, one of hand was balled up in a fist.

"An' I won't be fo' long if you gonna keep this crap up!"

"What crap? The cheating crap? No, that's all on you and Mik." Willis hypocritically said. He then proceeds to pull out the napkin he found. "Care to explain this?"

Dorisha was stunned at first, but she quickly recovered.

"Yeah, so what if I have a fling myself? I figured what's good for the goose is also good for the gander. You wit' Charlene, after all." Willis' eyes jumped, surprised that she knew about his "real" girlfriend. "Yeah, that's right, negro. I know 'bout you an' her. My friend LaKisha, who knows Devonte, who knows Tommy, who knows Consuela, who knows Cody, who knows Fei-Ling, who knows Charlene, told me about her."

"Well, they're lying." Willis said, once again lying to himself. What Willis didn't know was that Dorisha had evidence of her own.

"Does this look like lyin' to ya, mofo?" She said, as she angrily pulled out a small picture of Willis and Charlene together in a photobooth. The picture clearly showed them embracing each other.

"Oh no…"

"That's right, boy! Charlene gave this to Fei-Ling, who then gave it to Cody, who then gave it to Consuela, who then gave it to some guy who worked at Chuck E. Cheese she slept with, who then gave it to LaKisha, who then gave it to me."

"Aight then, which one of them mofos is 'Mik'."? Willis angrily asked, with his hands on his hips.

"None of them, fool!" Dorisha spat. "Absolutely none of 'em."

"What? Then why the heck did you go an' see that mofo Mikhail?"

Dorisha gave him a bewildered look before responding. "Nah, it was the otha' way 'round. Mikhail went afta' me. He tried to talk to me, but I ain't into white boys like that."

Willis believed her, so he gave her a confirmed nod, but it didn't clear up the other 'Miks'. "Then what about Mike? Kim's friend saw you talking to him."

Dorisha rolled her eyes before she answered. "The only reason was because he owed me $20. They don't pay that well in that hockey thing he's in."

"I'm sure that's not the only thing you offered him."

She was shocked that he would bring that up. "What?! I ain't want nuthin' to do wit' that coke-head!"

"What? He does coke?" Arnold asked.

"Heck yeah! He high up on that coke! He loves to go on that skiing trip. That's the other reason why they call him 'Wayne Blackski'. Those two white boys he be hangin' wit'? Those are his 'skiing buddies' as well." Dorisha responded.

"Yeah, Arnold. It's widely speculated that he's been doing those 'white lines'." Willis stated, backing her up.

"Oh wow…" was all that Arnold could say. However, Dorisha got back to the subject.

"None of 'em are Mik, cuz Mik is more of a man than Mike, Mick, and three of you combined!"

Willis was super pissed at her, but she ignored it and continued on.

"Plus, Mik offers me more than what you ever did. He offers me love and happiness." However, Dorisha wasn't finished rubbing it in Willis' face. "Give it up, loser. You ain't gonna find him, cuz you too stupid. You so stupid, you couldn't even find Mik if Mik was right under your nose."

Willis had enough, so he shouted back. "Girl, you wrong! I'll find his butt, and when I do find Mik, Imma give him an uppercut right to his nose, then rake him in the eyes, stomp him in the nuts, and spit on his face!"

Kim's eyes jumped when she heard that. She never saw Willis acting this violent. However, Dorisha just rolled her eyes.

"Mofo, the only nuts that are in danger are yours! Cuz, if you even try to do something like that to Mik, I'm gonna cut them off! Mike was too nice fo' yo' black behind, he shoulda put more power into it! In fact, I'm gonna finish where he left off!"

As soon as finished speaking, Dorisha pulled her right leg back, ready to kick Willis nuts to outer space. However, Kimberly quickly intervened, sensing how nasty their heated argument was turning. She jumped right between those two even though she risked getting hurt.

"Hey, Dorisha, let's have a woman-to-woman talk upstairs, in my room, okay?" Kim said.

"But I ain't done wit' this…"

"Dorisha, please."

She surrendered. "Sure." They went straight to her bedroom.

"Wow, she's able to get to see her room. None of our viewing audience ever had!" Arnold said.

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About thirty minutes later, Dorisha and Kimberly came down from her bedroom. Willis and Arnold were watching ABC's Wide World of Sports, mostly in silence. Arnold didn't want to upset his brother, and Willis didn't want to hear Arnold's mouth.

A small smile appeared on Dorisha. "Thanks for everything, Kim. I'm glad we had that talk."

Kim smiled back and said, "it was nothing." Afterwards, they hugged.

Then Dorisha looked at Willis and told him. "I can't believe I wasted my time being with a loser like you! Don't bother me, I ain't want nuthin' to do wit' yo' raggedy behind anymore!"

As she headed to the front door, she looked at Willis with sass and simply told him, "and I mean it to, negro!" She then proceeds to slam the door behind him.

Willis just brushed it off. "She's mad right now. She'll get over it."

"You don't get it, do you, Will?" Kim said.

"Get what? What's there to get? She has done this a million times. She'll be back" Willis said. Then he noticed something. "How come I smell Dorisha's perfume on you, Kim?"

"That's because Dorisha was crying on my shoulders! She was totally in tears. You pushed her to that point!"

Willis couldn't think of anything to say, so he just brushed it off and went to the kitchen.

Arnold then said to Kim, "He's one stubborn dummy, ain't he?" Kimberly simply nodded.

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