We see Nate Robinson in his room. Fast asleep in his racecar bed underneath his framed autographed poster of Spud Webb.
Nate's Mom: NATHANIEL! WAKE UP! You gonna be late for practice!
Nate: Aww Momma please just 5 more minutes....
Mom: Hell no, you best be getting the fuck out of that bed before I bust your head in with this wooden spoon.
Nate: But this race-car bed is so comfy...
Mom: C'mon! There's Alpha-Bits in the kitchen.
Nate: Oh snap! Wait, you got the ones with the marshmallows right? The box with just the cereal is a bigger letdown than Mardy Collins
Mom: Extra mallows, just like you like.
Nate: Holla!
Now downstairs, Nate proceeds to inhale his breakfast.
Mom: Now eat those Flintstone Vitamins! They gonna help you grow up nice and tall.
Nate: You know Mama, I don't think that really worked out.
Mom: Oh hush up. Nathaniel, did they ever catch that gorilla that escaped from the Zoo and gave you that black eye?
Nate: No Momma, the search continues.
Mom: That's a shame. You know I got a call from your commissioner last night. You misbehavin' again?
Nate: Momma I swear he started it!
Mom: You know I ain't hearin none of that.
Nate: But Momma Carmelo called me "Noodle-Head Nate." You know how much I hate that.
Mom: Carmelo said that? I'm gonna have a talk with his Momma.
Nate: Mom don't, that'll just make things worse!
Mom: Well then do you promise to stop fighting?
Nate: Yes Ma'am.
Mom: Do you promise to stop missing 3 pointers?
Nate: What?
Here Nate throws a tantrum and runs back up to bed. His Mom tries to talk to him through the locked door.
Mom: Hey c'mon sweetie, I didn't mean it. And seriously, you really need to get to practice.
Nate: Practice? We're talking about practice? We're not talking about a game, we're talking about practice.
Mom: I hate his new friends.
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