Girl: ♪ I've been so many places in my life and time ♪ ♪ I've sung a lot of songs ♪ I've made some bad rhyme ♪ Acted out my life in stages ♪ Ten thousand people watching ♪ But we're alone now ♪ And I'm singing this song to you ♪ [ Up-tempo music playing ] Young woman: Momo, what's up with your birthday?

Momo: Mina's planning something.

Young woman: Purple is just like, bam.

Like, you want it, you know?

[ Laughs ] Mm.

Which one?

Momo: I'd go with the bam.

[ Music continues ] Man: Oh, sister, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Quarters, nickels, dimes -- whatever.

We're spending.

Thank you, thank you.

Sister on the phone don't want to contribute.

Oh, wow.

Look at this beautiful girl right here.

All right.

You have a blessed day.

Take care.

But take you some chips.

♪♪ [ Film projector clicking ] All right.

Thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Have a blessed evening.

See you later.

Take care.

Woman: Mr. Gregory.

Gregory: What's happening, hot mama?

-Woman: How you doing?

-Gregory: How you doing?

Woman: Oh, Lord have mercy.

Always the flirt.

Gregory: One day I'm gonna find out what's under that quilt.

[ Laughs ] Momo: Oh!

Pshh.

Mina: And mama's baby?

Say, "Yeah."

Aww, baby.

Got you smelling like the funky outdoors.

Give her the groceries, Scooter.

Momo: Why can't Scooter put the groceries away?

Mina: He's not staying.

He's my man.

He's not my maid.

Now, get to the groceries.

You rolled your eyes?

Momo: No.

Mina: All right.

Momo: ♪ I know your image of me ♪ Is what I hope to be ♪ You treated me unkindly, but, darling -- ♪ Mina: Stop singing that song in my house.

[ Exhales deeply ] Where's my stroller?

Hello?

Mo?

Momo: What you think Pop's been up to?

Mina: I don't know.

He's probably dead.

[ Chips crunching ] Stop trying to change the subject.

Where's my stroller?

Momo: You really want to know where it is?

Mina: What do you think, Mo?

Momo: Okay.

I was at the park, and Kita and them from school showed up.

-Mina: Kita?

-Momo: Yes.

Nikita and her mannish friends come to the park, and they start swinging on the swings and smoking.

-Mina: Around my daughter?

-Momo: Weed!

Mina: Mnh-mnh.

That's a wrap.

Give me her number.

-I'm calling her mama.

-Momo: Whoa, whoa.

No, no.

I'm not finished.

I'm not finished.

I decided to be the bigger woman and get out of there.

And she snatched the stroller from me, almost knocked Pernell out of my hands.

Mina: What?

You didn't fight?

-Momo: No.

-Mina: What do you mean?

-Momo: No, no, no.

I mean -- -Mina: That's two paychecks!

What you mean you didn't fight?!

-Oh, my God!

It's a wrap.

-Momo: And then -- -Can't we just call the police?

-Mina: What the police gonna do?

I can get got for my daughter, and Kita's gonna find out, too.

Momo: Yo, don't we just have a baby stroller in the basement?

Mina: I don't want that raggedy stroller!

-[ Baby crying ] -Stop playing with me, Mo.

Momo: [ Sighs ] You really think Pop is dead?

Mina: What the -- Who cares about Pop?!

I want my damn stroller!

I said stop playing with me!

[ Train passing ] Man: I have your money, man.

That's what I do.

Stack cake, baby.

Gregory: You need to hurry up and get my money.

You said you was gonna have it two weeks ago.

For real?

-Man: Yeah, dog.

What?

-Gregory: So it's like that?

Man: You gonna get your money when you get your money.

That's what it's gonna be.

[ Indistinct shouting ] Gregory: What?!

Tell you what!

I run this!

Better have my $500 tomorrow!

Keep running!

Run and get my money!

[ Indistinct shouting, basketball bouncing ] [ Mailbox rattles ] Momo: [ Grunts ] Young woman: Raspberry.

I like it, though.

Young woman #2: Right?

-Young woman: Cheers.

-Young woman #2: Cheers.

Young woman: Mo, you sure you don't want one?

Momo: No.

I'm good.

Young woman: Oh, you're sure?

Hmm.

Young woman #2: They're good, though.

Young woman: Why you always eating those candies?

-Momo: 'Cause they're good.

-Young woman: Oh.

Well... [ Laughs ] ...I don't like them.

[ Laughs ] [ Telephone ringing ] Mina: Hello?

Momo: Mina.

Mina: Yeah.

Yeah.

Where are you?

You're supposed to be here already.

Momo: Um, I am -- I'm in the Bronx.

Mina: What are you doing in the Bronx?

Momo: Brigham Lane?

Does that -- Mina: Okay.

So are you on your way?

Momo: Doesn't matter where.

Something came up.

Mina: You need to be here because I need to leave.

These tickets are nonrefundable.

I alrady bought the tickets.

You know that, right?

Momo: I'm really sorry.

I know you bought the ticket.

I will buy you new tickets.

Mina: Why are you in the Bronx?

Did you find my stroller in the Bronx?

Huh?

Did you find that?

I hope you find some sense in the Bronx.

Momo: Mina, I found him.

Mina: You need to -- Who?

Momo: Pop.

I found him in time to ask him to come to my party.

Mina: No, you are !not !gonna invite him to my house on your birthday party that I am throwing you.

-Momo: It's my party.

-Mina: ...stop playing around.

Momo: What is wrong with you?

People can change.

And I'm gonna give him a chance.

I just need you -- Mina: Let it be.

You're gonna wish you listened to me.

Are you coming here?

Hello.

Hello!

-Momo: Mina, I'm gonna do this.

-Mina: Unh-unh.

-I need you to let me -- -Mina: Unh-unh.

Momo: I need you to let me do this, okay?

-Mina: Stop playing with me.

-Momo: I got to go.

I got to go.

Mina: Momo!

[ Baby crying ] Gregory: Now, what's all this?

Huh?

Look, I ain't here to play no games.

I want my money.

Momo: You don't recognize me, Pop?

Gregory: Monifah.

Momo: It's been a long time since anybody called me Monifah.

You, uh...you look the same.

Gregory: You got a little thicker.

Momo: Wow.

Okay.

No, you couldn't even wait for, like, the second round to get that jab in?

You couldn't wait?

Okay.

So...what you been up to?

Gregory: Chasing down progress, improving myself.

Momo: Mm.

You got to be in isolation to do that?

Gregory: Some would say.

Momo: Cool.

Gregory: You wouldn't happen to have my money, now, would you?

Momo: Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

Gregory: Maybe you do, maybe you don't?

Either you have it or you don't, little miss.

Momo: I learned to hedge my bits, strategize a little bit.

I learned it playing chess.

Gregory: I know.

[ Chuckles ] Momo: Can I ask you something?

Gregory: Hmm?

Momo: Why do you have my name tattooed on your wrist?

Gregory: I had to find something to cover up some old evil names.

It was either this or Foxy Brown.

Momo: You got Momo 'cause it's fly.

Have all them dudes in the chess league looking for that Momo step.

Gregory: Taking all that.

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh!

-Momo: Right!

-Gregory: They were like, "I need to get one of them Momo stairs, brother."

[ Both laugh ] You still playing, baby?

Momo: No.

Gregory: You ain't playing chess?

Momo: Who am I gonna play chess with?

Gregory: Really?

Momo: Listen.

Um, I know you came for your money.

But, uh... Well, that's for you.

Gregory: There's $500 in here?

Momo: Why don't you look at it?

Gregory: Oh, it's not my scene, Mo.

Momo: Not your scene?

Gregory: You know what I'm talking about.

Momo: Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

[ Siren wailing in distance ] I got to go.

[ Train passing ] Gregory: Monifah.

What time is it at?

Momo: 6:00 Gregory: I don't know where you stay.

Momo: That's okay.

I can come meet you.

Gregory: Yeah.

All right.

Momo: Say what?

I... Gregory: All right.

Momo: All right.

Gregory: So I'll see you there.

And don't be late.

Momo: Look, Mina.

I'm sorry.

Mina: I'm not even speaking to you right now.

Did he tell you what you wanted to hear?

Momo: I-I thought you weren't speaking to me.

Mina: Shut up.

Scooter: [ Chuckles ] Momo: He said he's coming to the party.

[ Film projector clicking ] [ Down-tempo music plays ] Momo: Hey, Pop!

[ Chuckles ] Uh, yeah.

This one.

Gregory: [ Exhales deeply ] Momo: What happened?

You okay?

Okay.

Um, let me get you some ice, all right?

Gregory: Yeah.

I got it.

I got it.

Oh, no, no, no.

I got it.

Thank you.

[ Exhales deeply ] Momo: You want one of these?

Gregory: One of what?

Momo: You still eat these?

I still remember the first time you gave me one.

Hell, this has been my favorite -- Gregory: Hey.

Watch your mouth.

And no, I don't eat that.

It's bad for your teeth.

Momo: Okay.

Gregory: Hey.

Look, I'm sorry, Mo.

Momo: It's fine.

It's fine.

Listen, if I get you something to wear... you'll still come?

Gregory: You're just -- You're just never gonna give up.

Momo: No.

Gregory: I see you grew into those eyes just like your mama.

What's that evil up to?

Momo: She passed.

Last year.

I'll wait for you.

Gregory: How did she die?

Momo: Diabetes.

We just didn't know she had it.

[ Chuckles ] Gregory: Oh!

Momo: What?

Gregory: Mo, I can't wear this.

You see these things under my... -Momo: It's fine.

-Gregory: You see this?

Mo, I can't wear this.

Momo: I'll get you something else.

Gregory: Don't worry about it.

I ain't going.

Momo: You said you were going.

Gregory: Monifah, look.

Go to your party.

I ain't going.

-I ain't going.

-Momo: You pr-- You promised.

-Gregory: [ Groans ] -Momo: Fine.

I can't remember that song we used to sing.

I tried, but I can't.

Will you sing it with me?

-Gregory: I don't sing.

-Momo: That's not true, Pop.

-Gregory: That is.

-Momo: That's not true.

Everyone used to want to sing like you.

-Gregory: I said I don't sing.

-Momo: I still talk to people who remember hearing you outside their window.

Come on.

Sing.

♪ I've been so many places in my life and time ♪ ♪ I've sung a lot of songs ♪ Made some bad rhymes ♪ I've acted out my life in stages ♪ ♪ With 10,000 people watching Gregory: Stop!

Momo: ♪ But we're alone now ♪ And I'm singing this song for you ♪ Gregory: Monifah, please don't provoke me.

Momo: Um, and then... ♪ I know your image of me ♪ Is what I hope to be Gregory: Mo, I asked you nicely.

Momo: ♪ You treated me unkindly ♪ Darling, can't you see?

-Gregory: I said stop singing!

-Momo: I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

This is your part.

Gregory: Mo, I don't want to hear this!

Momo: I remember.

I remember.

♪ I love you in a space where there's no place or time ♪ [ Voice breaking ] ♪ I love you Gregory: Mo!

Shut up!

Momo: [ Sobs ] -Gregory: Aah!

-[ Clattering ] [ Dog barking ] [ Film projector clicking ] [ Footsteps ] Mina: Hey.

That party ain't going nowhere.

Sit down.

You okay?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Go ahead and cry.

Go ahead.

Momo: He just wouldn't... Momo: He just... Mina: Just let it out.

It's okay.

It's okay.

All right?

Just let it out.

I'm here for you.

Momo: I know, Mina.

I... Mina: I'm here.

It's okay.

Momo: I just... Mina: Shh.

Momo: [ Sobs ] Mina: Shh.

[ Down-tempo music plays ] Mina: So you get the money from for a new stroller?

Momo: Consider it a gift from Willie.

Or from Pop.

Whichever.

Man: Hey!

Whoo-hoo!

Mina: Did she just roll her eyes at me, sucking that pickle like a skank?

Momo: 'Cause she !is !a skank and a scary skank.

Mina: You better tell your little skanky friend to leave me alone.

I done lost one stroller, but I'm not losing another.

I'll tell you that.

[ Down-tempo music plays ] [ Groaning ] [ Door closes ] Sandwich: Hurry.

Put him over here.

Carrot: I can't believe I found him.

I thought he was a goner after he took a left at the deep fryer.

Sandwich: Wait.

He wasn't bitten, was he?

Carrot: No, no.

He was hidden.

He's clean.

Must have gotten hit in the head and passed out, though.

I think he lost a few chips.

Cookie: [ Moans ] Ray?

[ Chuckles ] Oh, buddy, it's you.

Uh, wait.

What-- What's going on?

I don't... -Sandwich: It's the virus.

-Cookie: Hmm?

Sandwich: [ Sighs ] I was one of the first to get into the safety of the microwave.

All we could do was watch the viral mold spread.

They all started coming back to life.

Cookie: Uh, y-you mean those things are dead?

Sandwich: [ Sighs ] They aren't dead, kid.

They're expired.

-Bell pepper: [ Groaning ] -Orange: [ Moaning ] Sandwich: [ Exhales deeply ] That was too close.

Male green apple: That won't hold them for long.

More will come to find us, and when they do, we'll be juiced.

Female green apple: Rob, dear, don't yell.

They'll hear you.

Sandwich: You're wife's right, Rob.

We shouldn't make any more noise.

[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ] Cookie: Hello!

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Uh, okay.

Oh.

Okay.

Thanks anyways.

Carrot: Who was that?

Cookie: That was my callback for the "Iron Chef" audition.

Yeah, apparently, the host turned into a zombie and devoured all of the chefs.

So they had to cancel next week's show.

Carrot: Aw, dude.

That's bites.

Sandwich: Shh!

They're going to hear.

[ Crashing, food moaning, growling ] Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

[ Up-tempo music playing ] Cookie: Damn!

They're all so hideous and grotesque and -- Hey.

Wait.

Isn't that Isabelle from the fridge?

Taco: [ Moaning ] Male green apple: Aah!

Aah!

Carrot: Wait.

What?

It !is.

Man.

She was so spicy, too.

Banana: [ Groaning, hissing ] Cookie: I know.

What a shame.

Carrot: [ Screams ] -Orange: [ Groaning ] -Carrot: Save yourself, P. Get out of here.

Cookie: No!

Raymond!

I can't leave you!

Carrot: You have to!

It's time to end this.

Bell pepper: [ Hissing ] [ Rock music plays ] [ Microwave beeps ] Cookie: [ Sobs ] I love you, man.

[ Music continues ] [ Microwave beeping ] Cookie: Ray.

-Potato: [ Growling ] -Cookie: [ Screams ] [ Music continues ] ♪♪