Trapped In the Closet (Chapter 8 of 12)

Now the midget jumps out of the cabinet

And stomps the policeman on his toe

The policeman's hopping around on one leg

Screaming, son of a bitch, while he runs under the table

He yelled, freeze, then dives over the table and lands on the midget

While the midget is kicking real fast

Screaming out, Bridget, Bridget

She yells, darling, don't hurt 'em

He says, Bridget, get your ass back

Then he continues to rough up the midget

As if the midget was under attack

Then Bridget runs up to her room

Goes in her purse and pulls a number out

The police puts him on the table and yells

Man, what the hell are you doing in my house?

He wipes cherry pie crust off his mouth and says

Man, I was paid not to tell you

The police pulls his gun out and yells

Trespassing, man, I've got the right to shoot you

The midget says, mister, the man that paid me to do this

Would kill me if I tell

He points his gun in his face

The midget says, God, I think I just shitted on myself

Now it's the Sylvester's house

So I gotta pat you on the shoulder, playing cards, getting along

They're laughing and talking when Sylvester says

Gwendolyn, baby, get the phone

Then she walks away from the table

Picks it up and says, hello?

There's a lady on the other line panicking

Crying and talking all off the wall

She says, wait, slow down, tell me, who am I talking too?

My name is Bridget and I found your number in my husband's pocket

I had to call you

Two minutes later, Gwendolyn's shaking her head, saying

Girl, I understand

Sylvester says, who is it baby?

She hangs up and gives him the address

Now meanwhile, back at the policeman's house

The midget is crying his ass off

While he's lying through his teeth, 'bout to get his little ass tore off

Then Bridget busts in the kitchen with a double barrel

Says, James, I can't let you do this

And then he looks at her and says

What? You'll shoot me for this fucking midget?

She says, I love him

The midget says, no, Bridget

And then James points his gun, says, we all gonna die up in this kitchen

Now Bridget and James are staring each other down

Slowing backing apart

Then the midget takes his inhaler out, says, this is not good for my heart

Then James says, Bridget, don't make me do this

Baby, put the gun down

That's when Sylvester and 'Tuan bust up in the house

And says, you put the gun down

Ooh, while 'Tuan and Sylvester

Are sniffing around

Tryna figure out what's that smell?

As they turn and look at each other like

What the hell?