Saleswoman Hits Black Girl in Toy Store, Unaware Her Father Is Snoop Dogg

A saleswoman humiliated and punched a black girl in a toy store, not knowing her father is Snoop Dogg. Subscribe and tell us in the comments where you’re watching from.

Corey Broadis stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair into neat braids. The 12-year-old girl wore her favorite pink hoodie, slightly oversized with sparkling rhinestones spelling out “Dream Big” across the chest. Her reflection stared back at her, but there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes, one she quickly shook off. Today wasn’t a day for doubts; today was about making dreams come true.

Downstairs, the smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafted through the house. Her father, the one and only Snoop Dog, was already at the stove, flipping golden brown pancakes with a practiced flair. Music played softly from a speaker in the corner, the smooth rhythm of an old-school R&B track filling the kitchen. “Morning, Superstar!” he greeted her, tossing a pancake onto a plate like it was a trick shot. “Ready to make history today?”

Corey grinned. “You bet I am!” She slid into her chair and poured syrup onto her pancakes. Her dad watched her with an amused look, his signature braids tucked neatly under a bandana. He leaned against the counter, his tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. “So, tell me again,” he said, “what’s the plan? What’s this amazing gift you’ve got cooked up for your bestie?”

Corey chewed thoughtfully before answering. “I want to get her a doll that looks just like her, not one of those basic ones they all look the same. I mean, something special, something that’ll make her feel seen.” Snoop raised an eyebrow. “Seen, yeah? You know how she’s always saying she can never find dolls that look like her, with her skin tone, her hair? She always ends up with something that doesn’t feel right.”

Corey’s eyes lit up. “So, we’re going to that big toy store downtown, the one with the huge glass windows and the golden doors. I’ve been saving up my allowance forever. This is going to be perfect!” Snoop smiled and ruffled her hair. “You got taste, kid. But you sure they’ll have what you’re looking for?” Corey said firmly, as if saying it out loud would make it true. “They have to.”

Breakfast turned into a brainstorming session about what kind of doll might fit the bill. They joked about accessories, tiny purses, glittery shoes, and maybe even a mini microphone so the doll could sing just like Corey’s best friend dreamed of doing one day. But underneath the laughter, Corey’s excitement was mixed with an unspoken fear. She didn’t want to admit it out loud, but the store intimidated her. It was the kind of place where everyone dressed up just to shop, and people like her, young black girls in sneakers and hoodies, were often ignored or worse, judged.

By the time they left the house, Corey had convinced herself that this wasn’t about her; it was about her friend, and nothing was going to ruin that. The ride downtown was filled with chatter and music. Snoop cracked jokes about the traffic, turning even the most mundane moments into something fun. When they pulled up in front of the store, Corey’s heart skipped a beat. The building loomed above her, all glass and gold like something out of a fairy tale.

She stepped out of the car and smoothed her hoodie, trying to shake off the nervous energy bubbling inside her. “Go get ’em, Superstar!” Snoop said, giving her a fist bump. “I’ll be right here if you need me.” Corey took a deep breath and pushed through the heavy glass door.

Inside the store, the air was a symphony of color and light. Dolls lined the walls and glass cases, their perfect faces staring out like porcelain princesses. Shelves overflowed with stuffed animals, toy cars, and shimmering costumes. Classical music played softly in the background, and everything smelled faintly of vanilla and polished wood. Corey felt her steps slow. She’d imagined this place so many times, but being here felt different.

The sales people moved with crisp efficiency, their eyes scanning the room like security cameras. Corey forced herself to stand tall and marched toward the doll section, ignoring the eyes that seemed to follow her. She spotted the perfect doll almost immediately, a beautiful figure with dark skin, braided hair, and a shimmering dress that reminded Corey of her best friend’s favorite outfit. Excitement surged through her, but as she reached out to pick up the doll, a shadow fell across her.

“Can I help you?” The voice was sharp and cold, and when Corey turned, she saw the woman who owned it. The name tag read Miss Harper. Her blonde hair was pulled into a severe bun, and her tailored suit looked like it belonged in a boardroom, not a toy store. “I was just looking at this doll,” Corey said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Miss Harper gave her a long, slow glance that seemed to weigh every part of her, her hoodie, her sneakers, her braids. “That’s part of our premium collection,” she said. “Are you sure you’re in the right section?” The words hit Corey like a slap. “I…I have money,” she stammered. “I can pay for it.”

Miss Harper didn’t even blink. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable in the clearance aisle over there,” she gestured vaguely toward the back of the store, where shelves sagged under outdated toys and forgotten bargains. Corey felt heat rise to her cheeks. “No,” she said firmly. “I want this one.”

Miss Harper’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m afraid that’s not an option.” Corey’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She wanted to scream, to shout that she deserved to be here just as much as anyone else, but before she could say anything, Miss Harper turned and walked away.

The moment hung in the air, heavy and painful. Corey looked down at the doll and swallowed the lump in her throat. She wouldn’t let this ruin everything. She reached for the doll again, but before she could grab it, Miss Harper returned, this time with another sales person. “Excuse me,” the woman said, her voice sharper now. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Corey froze. “Why?” Miss Harper folded her arms. “You don’t belong here.” The words echoed in Corey’s ears, her dream of finding the perfect gift shattered in an instant. She blinked back tears and turned, stumbling toward the exit. Her heart pounded outside, the world felt too bright, too loud. She pulled out her phone and dialed her dad’s number with trembling fingers.

“Daddy,” her voice cracked. “Can you come inside, please?” The call ended, and Corey stood there, hugging herself as the glass doors reflected her tear-streaked face. She didn’t know it yet, but this moment would change everything.

Corey stood outside the toy store, the cool afternoon brushing against her tear-streaked face. The city buzzed around her, indifferent to the storm brewing inside her chest. She clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing, but the weight of Miss Harper’s words lingered like a stain she couldn’t scrub away.

The doll had been perfect, everything she had dreamed of finding for her best friend. But instead of joy, the encounter had left her feeling small, like she didn’t belong. She wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie and stared at the golden letters etched above the glass doors. The store’s grandeur now seemed mocking, a fortress built to keep people like her out.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw her father’s name flashing across the screen. “I’m here,” he said. “I’m coming in.” Relief washed over her, but it was quickly replaced by the gnawing sense that she’d failed, not just herself, but her friend. She had promised to find the perfect gift, and now she was leaving empty-handed, worse, she had let someone make her feel less than what she knew she was.

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Before she could spiral further, the glass doors opened, and Snoop Dog stepped inside the store. Heads turned immediately. He carried himself with effortless confidence, his sharp suit and sunglasses adding to the commanding presence that had made him a household name. But today, Corey didn’t care about the attention he drew. All she cared about was the way his eyes softened when they met hers.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just knelt in front of her, scanning her face as if to read everything she was too scared to say out loud. “Let’s go,” he said, taking her hand. They re-entered the store together, but the air felt different this time. Corey felt stronger with her father beside her, yet a flicker of fear still tugged at her resolve.

They approached the doll section once more. Miss Harper was there, standing near the display with a clipboard in hand. Her eyes flicked up when she saw them, and her lips tightened. “I thought I made myself clear earlier,” she said, her tone sharp and clipped. Corey flinched at the words, but her father didn’t react. He didn’t raise his voice or scowl. Instead, he spoke with the kind of calm that made people stop and listen.

“I believe there’s been a misunderstanding,” he said, gesturing toward the doll. “My daughter came here to buy this. Is there a problem?” Miss Harper hesitated, glancing nervously at the growing number of shoppers who had started to take notice. “It’s just that…she…she doesn’t belong here.”

Snoop interrupted, his voice still level but edged with steel. “Policies about what?” Miss Harper faltered, but quickly recovered. “This is a premium item. We have policies about who can buy it.” Corey stood frozen, her heart pounding as the exchange unfolded. The store suddenly felt too quiet, as if everyone was waiting for what would happen next.

Miss Harper took a step back, clutching her clipboard. “Perhaps I should speak to my manager.” Snoop nodded. “You do that.” But before she could leave, he turned to Corey and motioned for her to pick up the doll. She hesitated, afraid that doing so would trigger another confrontation, but her father gave her a reassuring nod. “It’s yours,” he said.

She reached out her fingers, trembling slightly as they brushed against the smooth packaging. The moment she lifted the box, she felt the weight of Miss Harper’s disapproval pressing down on her again. “Stop right there,” Miss Harper said, her voice slicing through the tension. “You need to put that back.”

Corey froze, clutching the doll tighter. “I wasn’t stealing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. But Miss Harper didn’t seem to hear or care. She stepped closer, reaching for the box, but Snoop stepped between them, his posture protective. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice no longer calm. “You don’t get to treat my daughter like that.”

Miss Harper flinched, but stood her ground. “I’ll call security,” she threatened. The words shattered something inside Corey. Until now, she had managed to hold back the tears, but the threat of being dragged out of the store like a criminal was too much. “No,” she said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Her outburst echoed through the store, drawing even more attention. Other shoppers whispered among themselves, their gazes flicking between Corey, her father, and Miss Harper. Miss Harper reached for the doll again, but Snoop caught her wrist. “Don’t touch her,” he said, his voice low but firm. It was the kind of tone that silenced a room, and Miss Harper finally stepped back.

But the damage had already been done. Corey’s tears spilled over as she hugged the doll to her chest. “Let’s go,” Snoop said gently, guiding her toward the exit. The walk to the door felt endless. Corey’s legs felt heavy, as if each step was weighed down by shame and anger. She wanted to disappear, to escape the prying eyes and judgmental whispers.

Outside, the noise of the city hit her like a wave. She sucked in a shaky breath and wiped her face, but no amount of tears could wash away the humiliation she felt. Her father crouched down in front of her again, his eyes searching hers. “Listen to me,” he said. “What happened in there, it’s not on you. You didn’t do anything wrong. You hear me?”

Corey nodded, but the words didn’t feel real yet. All she could think about was the way Miss Harper had looked at her, as if she didn’t belong. Snoop straightened and pulled out his phone. Corey watched as he took a quick video of the store’s golden letters etched above the glass doors. “We’re going to make sure everyone knows what happened here today,” he said, his voice firm. “We’re going to make sure no one else has to go through what you went through.”

Corey felt a spark of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, this moment would change everything. Maybe it would be the start of something new, something that would make her feel seen and heard. She looked up at her father, her eyes shining with tears. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.

Snoop smiled, his eyes softening. “Anytime, baby girl. Anytime.”