Tarabullsky & dHutch

“We begin our story in a run down neighborhood in Bay City, Michigan. A robbery has just occured at the Funkadellic Botique, and Lt. Tarabullsky and Sgt. dHutch, Bay City's finest, have been dispatched to investigate the matter.

TARABULLSKY - dHutch, what do you make of this?

dHUTCH - It looks like they left the money in the register and stole only the bellbottom jeans.

TARABULLSKY - Strange indeed, but they did leave all these cute platform shoes!

SASSADELLIC (proprietor) - We have a sale on those shoes ladies. Do you think you'll be able to find out who stole all the jeans?

dHUTCH - Leave it to us hot undercover babes, we'll find the perp.

TARABULLSKY - And I know just where to begin this investigation.

After trying on several pairs of platform shoes, the vivacious vixens hop in thier 1973 El Camino and park in an alley. Tarabullsky knocks three times on a door, which slowly opens. A man with a faux rabbit fur coat, fedora hat, and gold cane peers at the busty blonde, and a small smile speads across his face.

BOOTYBEAR - Well, fizzizzle my nizzle, if it ain't my girlz in blue.

dHUTCH - Hey Booty Baby, we need some information.

TARABULLSKY - And let's try to do this the easy way this time, OK?

BOOTYBEAR - You know I likes the hard way baby, but don't worry, this pimp has learned from your brutual, yet gentle tactics. It's all good in the hood.

dHUTCH - What's the word on the street about bellbottom jeans?

BOOTYBEAR - Besides the fact that you ladies look fine in them, nothin'.

Tarabullsky, grabs Bottybear, and throws him against the wall, twisting his arm behind his back.

BOOTYBEAR - Yo honey, lay off the money. I was just jokin' with ya babe.

TARABULLSKY - Tell us what you know boy, don't make dHutch bring out the cuffs!

BOOTYBEAR - Are they lined with fur?

dHUTCH - We're wasting our time here, lets go..

BOOTYBEAR - Wait, wait, take a chill pill. Word in the hood' is that the Pimpadellic Boys did the job.

TARABULLSKY - Why? Spill it!

BOOTYBEAR - Damn girl, dat's all I know. And when you talk to me purr, and lay off the fur.

dHUTCH - He doesn't know anyhting else, let's pay a visit to our Pimpadellic friends.

TARABULLSKY - We'll have to go deep undercover for this one.

BOOTYBEAR - What, you ladies don't want me to make you breakfast this time?

Tarabullsky and dHutch jump in the El Camino and peel off, leaving a cloud of smoke and the smell of burnt rubber in the air.


Stay tuned for Part II. Will Tarabullsky and dHutch go undercover as strippers to penetrate the Pimpadellic Boys gang? Will they have to make out to convince the gang that they are legit strippers? What's up with the jeans? Find out in our next episode!



TARABULLSKY - Tarabull
dHUTCH - dHutch
SASSADELLIC - Sassafrass
BOOTYBEAR - Buddha Bear”

“STFU”

“lmaoarotf!”

“lol
funnest part is to picture it. :)”

“Excellent !”

“Thanks for the legend at the bottom. I was having a hard time figuring out the playas.

Bootybear is a good one.

My 2 yo daughter is into Beauty and the Beast. She'll say, "Daddy, Mommy is da booty an yurr the beast." Ain't that the troof?”

“Dammit, the next episode is gonna come out over the weekend, and I'm gonna miss it!”

“We pick up our story, as the ladies cococt a devious plan to go undercover at the Pimpadellic Boys local hang out, the Birch Perch, a strip club (all nude and drinking!). Tarabullsky and dHutch plan to infiltrate the gang and get to the bottom of the missing bellbottom jeans. The ladies, dressed in very tight clothing enter the Birch Perch, and start asking for the proprietor, Birch Daddy.

BIRCHDADDY - Hello ladies, you're hired!

dHUTCH - How did you know we were looking for jobs here?

BIRCHDADDY - Lookin' like that baby, the jobs found you!

Tarabullsky notices some of the gang is seated in the VIP section, and wastes no time.

TARABULLSKY - This is the time during the interview where we display our talents. Come on Dee, let's show our new boss what we can do.

The bombshells approach the VIP section, and suanter up to a curly haired pimp smoking a stale stogie

PACKERLITE - My, my, what do we have here?

BIRCHDADDY - A couple of newbies, this is part of the interview process, hehe.

PACKERLITE - Daddy likes!

Tarabullsky and dHutch slowly do a table dance on the man. But, he remains suspicious.

PACKERLITE - Now daddy wants you ladies to kiss for me.

Packerlite pulls out a $20 and dangles it in front of the girls.

dHUTCH - It's pay to play sugar, and we don't play that way.

PAKERLITE - What, are you ladies cops, now make nice, and kiss for daddy.

Tarabullsky and dHutch move toward each other, about to kiss, when Tarabullsky thinks quickly, and knocks Packerlite's rum and coke on his pants, avoiding the kiss. At first, Mr. Lite is angry, but gets better when dHutch towels him off.

BIRCHDADDY - OK, you ladies are hired!

PACKERLITE - You sure can judge talent!

TARABULLSKY - We are going to go change, don't you move baby.

dHutch and Tarabullsky retreat to the changing room as KC and the Sunshine Band blares from the speakers.


Did the girls dupe Packerlite? Will he trust them as his personal, private strippers? What the hell is Birch doing owning a strip club and not inviting me? What the hell is going on with this jeans business? Tune in for the next episode!

TARABULLSKY - Tarabull
dHUTCH - dHutch
BIRCHDADDY - Birch
PACKERLITE - LtWtBkpkr”

“OMG! Too funny! Sounds like Metro Detroit already!”

“8-Mile patrol :-)”

“the 3-1-3 baby!”

“This is a hoot!”

“Buddha's on a roll today! this one may rank up there with your TT matrix story...”

“Good stuff, BB. Thanks. I needed a good laugh.

Can't wait for episodes III and IV...”

“OMG *kneeling on floor with hands in the air* you are the master!

LOL !!”