Scene 5 - Napoleon's House
Napoleon walks into the door, feeling tired but satisfied. He had a fight with Uncle Rico, but he saw Grandma covered in barf. He walks into the kitchen area, only to find out that Kip was here.
"What the crap! What are you doing here?" questioned Napoleon, very surprised. Kip was wearing some new clothes, instead of his gangster outfit.
"I'm visiting Naopleon. LaFawnduh is out with some friends, so I figured I'd stop by and see you guys. Why did Grandma shout your name?" asked Kip. Napoleon just had a rough day, and he wasn't in the mood for talking.
"She didn't shout." said Napoleon. He was getting upset again.
"Uh, yeah she did." said Kip. At that moment, Grandma comes in, still covered in barf. She tried to clean off outside, but it didn't work. "Whoa, you're covered in barf, Grandma." said Kip.
"I know that Kip! And it's all thanks to Naopleon!" she yelled. Kip turned to Naopleon, then back to Grandma.
"Why him?" he asked, seeming puzzled.
"He fed Tina chips and soda, so she barfed all over me!" yelled Grandma. Kip nods very gently.
"Cool." he said. Grandma wasn't happy with that.
"Why do I even bother?" she said to herself, walking to her room. After she leaves, Kip turns to Napoleon.
"I saw Uncle Rico today." said Kip. Napoleon got really mad at the sound of his name. Uncle Rico must've told Kip about their argument.
"What, did you talk to that retard?" snapped Napoleon, getting angry. Kip just stood there, looking relaxed.
"Take it easy, little bro." said Kip. That just made Naopleon angrier.
"I told you to stop calling me that! I hate that stupid name!" he yelled. He was starting to turn red.
"Dude, why you getting so mad? He said you had an argument with him." said Kip, still relaxed.
"Because, number one, he's an idiot. Number two, this day blows. Number three, it's none of your business." said Napoleon.
"Fine. Be that way." said Kip, walking to his old room. Napoleon was still pretty mad.
"Gosh, he's uch a freakin' idiot! I hate this day!" he yelled, storming off to his room.
