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MAdea MEMORY LANE!

OOOUUU BESTIE, you came with that heat!! Let’s go big, go deep, and go all the way left and right — real, funny, hood, bougie, AND serious!
Me: I’m really hoping Tyler Perry love’s my skits and scripts because honey I’m trying sell this work like Madea on the stripper pole 😂
Here it is…

🎬 Episode 3: “Pregnant, Poppin’, and the Sisterly Showdown”
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Written by Antoinette Johnson

Opening Scene: The Club Parking Lot, Morning After

Madea is slumped in the passenger seat of Brown’s beat-up church van. She’s holding a bag of hot Cheetos and pickle juice, looking sick.

Brown (nervous):

“Mabel… you okay? You been burpin’ louder than my choir tenors!”

Madea (gagging):

“Boy, hush before I throw up on this dashboard and write ‘Jesus Saves’ in hot sauce!”

She runs out the van and throws up everywhere. Brown stares in horror, then starts praising God.

Brown:

“Hallelujer! The spirit is cleansing her!”

Cut To: The Family House — Later That Day

We meet Madea’s two sisters:

👩‍🎓 Sister #1: Janice

Bougie.

Works at the bank.

Dresses like she going to a corporate board meeting 24/7.

Always talking about “proper behavior” and “status.”

💅🏽 Sister #2: Loretta

Hood but intelligent.

Got a degree from Howard University.

Talks slick and quotes philosophers and rappers in the same sentence.

Sister Confrontation

Madea pulls up to the house with Brown. She looks a mess — wig lopsided, stomach poking out a lil’ bit.

Janice (rolling her eyes):

“Oh Lord, look what the alley cat dragged in. You can smell Club Booty Dew from the driveway.”

Loretta (laughing):

“Sis, don’t act brand new. You used to twerk on top of daddy Buick before you got that bank job!”

Janice (flipping her hair):

“That was college. We don’t talk about that!”

The Announcement

Madea stands in the living room, takes a deep breath.

Madea:

“Y’all, I think I’m pregnant…”

Silence.

Janice (screaming):

“PREGNANT?! By WHO? A deacon? A club DJ? The fry cook?”

Loretta (laughing so hard she falls):

“Whew! This better not be that church boy Brown! The one that smell like communion wafers and Bengay?!”

Brown (peeking in):

“It’s me… and I claim it in Jesus’ name.”

Janice (faints):

“Oh sweet Lord, I can’t! Somebody get my smelling salts and my Roth IRA account!”

Sister Dynamics

Janice starts lecturing Madea:

“Mabel, you are an embarrassment to this family! You out here shakin’ tail, catchin’ holy babies, bringing shame to our name!”

Loretta jumps in, defending Madea:

“Shut up, Janice! You out here judging, but you living in a house your ex-husband paid for. At least Mabel got her money from her own grind!”

Janice:

“I got standards!”

Loretta:

“You got a stick up yo behind, that’s what you got!”

The Real Moment

Madea breaks down crying.

Madea:

“I don’t know what I’m doing, y’all. I wanted to feel loved. Mama kicked me out. Daddy never claimed me. Joe runnin’ around high. And Brown… he the first man who ever looked at me like I was more than a joke.”

Everyone goes silent. Loretta sits next to her and holds her.

Loretta:

“Sis… you been surviving your whole life. Now it’s time to start living for you — and for that baby.”

Hilarious Pregnancy Scene

Suddenly, Madea’s stomach growls loud as thunder.

Madea:

“Ooo, this baby want a 10-piece lemon pepper, a peach cobbler, and some Flamin’ Hot fries. Y’all better move before I eat this couch cushion!”

Final Scene: The Club One Last Time

Even pregnant, Madea insists on one more dance to pay the bills.

She walks on stage, big belly and all. The crowd goes crazy. She starts slow… then hits a wild split.

DJ (screaming):

“Madea, you better birth that baby on beat tonight!”

Episode Closing

Voice-over narration (older Madea):

“Sometimes you gotta shake what your mama gave you… even if you makin’ room for what God gave you next.”

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