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Welcome to Bay Brooks Avenue: Hollywood's Most Dangerous Pastel Paradise ​Finding the big, candy-colored house on Bay Brooks Avenue takes skill: hit one left, take a second left, cut a third, and take a fourth. Right there on the corner sits the prettiest mansion on the block, painted in pristine pastels with freshly trimmed flowerbeds. But beneath the bright sunshine and manicured porch railings lies absolute neighborhood chaos. ​Living under one roof is a family unlike anything Hollywood has ever seen. You've got Big Bo, a seven-foot-tall purple felt muscle-man who gets stuck in doorway frames, Dips, whose glitchy belly screen blares daytime soap operas mid-argument, and Barnaby, an overly friendly magenta creature who keeps trying to hug rival shot-callers. Ruling the entire roost with an iron fist, house slippers, and a loaded .38 in her purse is MawMaw Wanda, a matriarch who cares far more about bullet holes scuffing her porch trim than the drive-bys causing them. ​When rival crews try to take over the dead-end maze of Bay Brooks, bullets start flying, lowriders screech down the avenue, and chaos erupts. Enter the upper-block elite: Monique, Tasha, and their crew of runway-ready enforcers who can dodge crossfire in four-inch stilettos without disturbing a single edge. Combining high-fashion attitude, wild comedic shootouts, and oversized cartoon absurdities, the family must lock down their colorful fortress before MawMaw loses her patience-and her prize-winning dinner.