The Boondocks: Dreaded Demon

Chapter 1: The Garden Party

The room had its curtains drawn tight, keeping out the morning light. The door was plain white, with a small painting hanging next to it. Inside, a white desk stood against one wall with a black office chair pulled up to it. Next to the desk was a small couch that could fit two people and a tiny table with a stool in the middle. The couch faced a TV mounted on the wall, beneath which was a black-and-white TV unit holding a PlayStation 2 and a Nintendo Wii. The remote for the TV lay on top of the unit.

Beside the TV was a gray bed, big enough for two but occupied by a single man. He lay there in gray shorts, his toned body stretched out. His dark brown skin gleamed slightly, and his dreadlocks were spread across the bed. On his left arm was a tattoo of a flower with sea waves and a sun that extended onto his chest.

The man, handsome and relaxed, was half-hidden by his dreadlocks. His eyes snapped open with a groan as he stretched his body, easing out the stiffness. He climbed out of bed, grabbed a shirt from his closet, and put it on. After tying his hair back, he left the room and headed downstairs.

HUEY (narration): I am not a prophet, but sometimes I have prophetic dreams, like the one where I was at a garden party.
(People are talking amongst themselves and enjoying the scenery, as Huey approaches the microphone)

HUEY: Excuse me. Everyone, I have a brief announcement to make. Jesus was black, Ronald Reagan was the Devil, and the government is lying about 9/11. Thank you for your time and good night.

The people suddenly erupt into a riot. Huey wakes up, and is immediately smacked by Granddad.

Granddad: Mmm-hmm! You were havin' that dream where you made the white people riot, weren't you?

Huey: But I was telling the truth!

The man could be seen coming down stairs his hands in his pockets with flops on

Man: What's going on

Disrupting the conversation between the two Granddad looked at the man, his face morphing into one of annoyance

Granddad: Well if it ain't the free loader

Man: *Rolls eyes* Oh come on Dad don't act like I didn't pay you rent

Granddad: Nigga shut up don't tell me what you did do the point is you're in my house Tony

Tony rolled his eyes for a second time before coming over and sitting on the couch next to his nephew

Granddad: As I was saying Huey before your uncle so rudely interrupted, how many times have I told you, you better not even dream about tellin' white folk the truth! You understand me? (walks away) Shoot! Makin' white people riot! You better learn how to lie like me! I'm gonna find me a white man and lie to him right now!

Scene: Granddad is working out to a Tae-Bo commercial in the nude.

Granddad: Sorry, Billy Blanks, but why buy the tape when you can get the infomercial for free?

He turns off the TV, then walks to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice, only to find none left—not even a drop.

Granddad: What...the...hell... (pauses) BOYYYSSS!!!

Granddad: (wearing a bath towel around his waist, holding an empty orange juice carton) Would one of y'all like to explain this?!

Riley: (rubbing his eyes, groaning) Mmmm, you mean the orange juice or the mini-skirt?

Granddad: Y'all need to start appreciating your granddaddy. I went and spent your inheritance on this beautiful house in this neighborhood, and all I ask you to do is act like you got some class!