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“Madea’s Memory Lane: Strippin’, Slangin’, and Sanctified”

Let’s drop EPISODE 1:

🎬 Episode 1: “Get Out & Get On That Pole”

Opening Scene

We open on a dusty old front porch in the South, around midnight. Madea (young Mabel) is sneaking back home, heels in her hand, hair all wild, makeup smudged. She thinks she’s slick.

Madea (whispering):

“Oouu chile, I almost got caught by them rottweilers next door. My legs tired than a mug — lemme tiptoe before Mama hear me.”

Suddenly, the screen door swings open, BOOM! Her mama stands there with a switch in hand, headscarf on, looking like she been waiting all night.

Madea’s Mama:

“Mabel Simmons! Where the hell you been? The church fish fry ain’t run this late!”

Madea (rolling her eyes):

“I was at Sister Bernice house… she had a long prayer service… and some ribs.”

Mama (pointing the switch):

“Lyin’ heffa! You been runnin’ them streets, hangin’ with them lowdown boys, smellin’ like gin and pork skins! You think you grown? Then get the hell out my house!”

Cut To: The Street

Mama throws Madea’s little suitcase out the door. Her clothes scatter everywhere. Neighbors peek out their windows.

Madea (picking up a wig):

“Well damn, I guess I am grown now.”

She looks down the street, sighs, and starts walking. As she walks, she bumps into young Joe, posted on a corner with a blunt and a bottle.

Joe:

“Look at you! Look like a raccoon dipped in glitter. Where you headed, lil’ sis?”

Madea:

“Don’t worry about me, Joe. Mama put me out. I’m bout to make my own money, find me a place, and keep these hips movin’.”

Joe (laughing):

“Shoot… you might as well come down to Club Booty Dew. I know the manager — he lookin’ for new talent that can break the pole and the crowd.”

Madea:

“Club Booty Dew?! I ain’t no dancer!”

Joe (smirking):

“Girl, them legs been talkin’ since you was born. You might as well get paid for it!”

Cut To: Club Booty Dew

Next day, we see Madea walkin’ into the club — big sign flashing: “Club Booty Dew: Where the Dew Drop Low!”

She stands on the stage, looking nervous. The club manager, Big Charles, chewing on a toothpick, eyes her up and down.

Big Charles:

“Well well well… You look like trouble. Can you dance?”

Madea (shrugging):

“I don’t know about dancin’, but I know how to whoop ass and make these hips clap.”

Big Charles (laughing):

“That’s all we need! Welcome to the stage: Mabel aka Hot Grits!”

Music drops. She hesitates, then slowly starts moving. Within seconds, she turns it ALL the way out. The crowd goes crazy throwing money.

Joe is in the corner laughing, throwing singles, screaming:

“That’s my sis! The baddest in the South!”

Flashback: Madea’s Childhood

We cut to a quick flashback:

Young Mabel watching her mother clean houses and pray.

Her daddy sneaking out with different women.

Young Mabel learning to fight, cuss, and hustle.

Narrator (Madea’s older voice-over):

“They always told me I was too loud, too big, too wild. But I was born to shake up the world — even if it meant shakin’ a lil’ somethin’ on stage first.”

Ending Scene

Madea walks off stage, sweaty, holding her first big wad of cash.

Madea (talking to herself):

“Well, look at God. Who knew shakin’ could pay rent and buy pork chops?”

She looks up at the ceiling:

“Mama, you might’ve kicked me out, but watch me build my empire.”

Final Narration (Voice-over)

“That night, Madea became more than a lost daughter. She became a legend. From that pole to the pulpit… she was always gon’ be Madea.”