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[theme music playing]

[announcer] Well, folks,

this is one heck of a game today.

It's the top of the 8th inning,

and the Gas-House Gorillas

are crushing the Sweet Valley Cutie Pies.

[screams]

[announcer] Pitching for the Cutie Pies

is Sterling "Wet Knickers" Osbourne

against the Gorilla's Butch "Killer" O'Reilly.

[knees knocking and gulps]

Here's the wind-up. And the pitch.

Ooh! Looks like Osbourne is out of the game.

Things don't look good for the Cutie Pies.

Unless they have a miracle up their sleeve,

there's no way the team can make a comeback.

[grunting]

Wow! A new record!

Ugh! Hey, Porky! Get out onto the field.

Me? Pitching? Really?

Oh, boy! Wait till I tell Daffy.

Tell me what, chum?

Coach is puttin' me in the game.

I'm finally gonna be a pitcher.

Really? That's great, pal. Just great.

I knew after all these years

you'd make it in the big leagues.

[cracking]

[screams] My arm! It's broken!

I can't pitch with a busted throwing arm!

Hmm...

Wait a minute. It's coming to me.

Lemme think. Lemme think. Almost.

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

Ooh! I've got an idea.

[announcer] Next and last pitcher for the Cutie Pies

is Porky Pig!

[laughing boisterously]

[Maddog] That pipsqueak ain't even fit for a pork chop!

[gulps]

[laughing continues]

[whispering] Daffy, I don't think this is a good idea.

Don't worry about a thing, Porky.

It's all under control.

[humming]

Ah! Smooth as silk!

[softly] Now comes the fun part.

Huh? What the--

Don't worry, chum.

It's all part of the plan.

Time to break out the ol' stinkball.

[buzzing]

Peww!

[sternly] Hmm. You're out!

[announcer] Wowie!

I've never seen a pitch like that before.

Hey! Daffy. This might actually work.

[Daffy] Stick with me, kid. We're goin' places.

[announcer] Next up to the plate, "Maddog" McNulty!

Boy, he looks pretty tough. You got this, Daffy?

Just leave him to me. I'll give him the ol' mad ball.

[growling]

Hey, chump! I've seen monkeys swing better than you.

Where'd you learn to play baseball?

The morgue?

Oh, real nice, slugger.

Why don't you go back to making candles, ya softie.

My grandmother swings better than you,

and she's got no arms!

[wailing] I don't wanna play anymore.

That mean baseball hurt my feelings.

[bawling] Don't look at me!

[announcer] Looks like Maddog has been verbally spayed and neutered.

Here's the windup. And the pitch!

Huh?

You might have heard of knuckle balls

but mine's made of brass.

Whoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!

[announcer] Looks like the Cutie Pies might have a chance after all.

-[stomping] -[announcer] Oh, boy!

The gorillas are sending out their star player,

"Lil' Joe" Johnson!

Hmm...

[scoffs] Piece of cake!

Aha! It's glue.

This oughta make things a bit sticky for him.

Huh?

[screams]

[grunts]

[groggily] Foul ball! Foul-foul ball! Foul...

[weakly] ...ball.

Oh, no! Daffy?

[laughs maliciously]

Oh, gosh! What am I gonna do?

I can't pitch with my busted arm.

Oh, if only Daffy were here,

he'd know what to do.

Wait! That's it!

If I wanna pitch like Daffy, I gotta think like Daffy.

Come on. Think. Think!

Whoo-hoo!

[laughing crazily]

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

[grunts]

[umpire] Strike two!

[growling angrily]

[laughing] Well, here goes nothin'.

[grunting]

Strike three. You're out!

-[screams] -[gasps]

Huh?

[announcer] The Cutie Pies win!

Whoo-hoo!

Ya did it, buddy. We won the game.

[both] Hi-five.

[theme music playing]

[stomach gurgling]

Huh?

[slurps]

[chuckling evilly]

Huh?

Dats why you're always supposed to wear a hard hat, puddy!

[theme music playing]

Oh, boy!

Us hunters don't use rifles anymore.

They're too barbaric.

[ticking]

Now we use more humane methods.

[ticking continues]

[maliciously] Did anybody order some smoked duck?

[laughs evilly]

Say, what are you up to, Mac?

Oh, I'm, uh, just feeding the ducks.

Wow! A whole loaf?

You must be the kinda guy

who gives whole candy bars at Halloween.

I'll let you eat in peace.

Yum! Yummy!

[gulps]

That's good!

Any second now, dat duck is gonna go--

Boom!

Is what my taste buds were saying when I ate that loaf.

Yes, sir! It was the best bread I've ever tasted.

The flavor really blew me away.

Oh, dear, look at the time. I must be going.

Hey, brother! Where'd you go? Your bread was da bomb.

[laughs cunningly]

Dat duck's gonna blow up any second.

Seconds. Thirds. Fourths.

I could eat that bread till I explode.

How can I ever repay you for your kindness?

Oh, no!

[chopping]

Maybe I can do something nice for you.

Got any chores I can help you with?

Modest fellow, ain't he?

I just gotta get this duck away from me

before he blows up!

[panting]

I'm gonna make you something to return the favor.

My salmon succotash stromboli is dynamite!

[screams]

Fine! I'll make a vegetarian option, too.

[sighs in relief]

[panting]

Oh, dat feels nice...

Well, you sure are tense.

A massage is the least I can do.

[screams]

[ticking continues]

Oh, don't mind me. [chuckles]

[screams]

[grunting]

Your humility and generosity

only make me feel more in debt to you.

Please, I'll do anything for you.

Anything! Anything!

Wait, did you say you'd do anything?

Anything.

Well, there is something you can do for me.

Uh, go to the Amazon wiver and get me a piranha sandwich.

Coming right up. Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!

Now's my chance.

One piranha sandwich.

Pretty snappy service if I do say so myself.

[sputtering] I can't enjoy that sandwich

[hesitantly] because...

I don't have a cold bottle of walrus juice

to wash it down. Only found in Antarctica!

Funny enough, my uncle owns that place.

[chuckles nervously]

Oh, did I say "walrus juice"?

Excuse me, I meant a tall glass of Moon juice.

From the Moon!

[doorbell chiming]

-Out of the way, champ. -[glass breaking]

Package for one D. Duck.

Thanks!

Ah, my mini-moon!

Here ya go, buddy. Buddy?

[both screaming]

[whirring]

Phew!

I thought maybe that scwewy duck would be here.

Wooks like I finally got away.

Get-away? Great idea.

We could really get to know each other on a little get-away.

Just you and me. Just us.

Nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to--

Dat's it! Just 'cause I did one nice thing

doesn't mean you can follow me everywhere.

No, I didn't mean to--

I just want you to leave me alone!

[crying] But, but I was just trying to thank you.

Leave! Leave me alone! Get out!

Yeah, fine. Geez. I guess no good deed goes unpunished

[door slams]

Phew.

Oh, and by the way, you can keep your stupid bread.

[door slams]

Get a loaf of this guy, he's toast!

Whoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!

[theme music playing]