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[theme song]

[theme song]

[horn honking]

Hi!

Hey, puppy!

Where are you going?

Getting in shape, huh?

Well, you better go home.

Come on, puppy.

Go. Go home!

Puppy, go home! Please, puppy, go home!

Go! Look, I mean it!

Get lost! Go home!

Please. Come on, go home.

Go home, get out of here.

Damn it, puppy. Go home.

[dog whining]

- [Jim] Hey, Dave. - [Dave] Hi, Jim.

Meet my expert coaching staff. My son Brandon.

- How are you, Dave? - All right.

- His friend, Steve Sanders. - Nice to meet you.

This is Dave Franklin, the El presidente

of the West Beverly Hills Baseball League.

Today I'm just a regular dad.

- Which one is your son? - That's Davey over there.

Let's get him on our team Mr. Walsh.

Well, I think that could be arranged.

So, for the tryouts, up to hitting some fungoes?

- Just point me to the bat rack. - Nice meeting you.

- See you later, dad. - Bye-bye.

How tight is your dad with Franklin?

They work together, pretty tight, I think.

You bet Franklin is gonna make sure

his buddy gets the best players.

Yeah, maybe.

- Is your dad any good? - He loves baseball.

But is he any good?

See for yourself.

[funny music]

Aah! Aah!

Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry, honey,

but if you play without stretching first,

what do you expect?

A little sympathy.

For whom?

The aging jock who hurts his back every season

or the aging nurse

who gets to listen to her patient groan all week

while she waits on him hand and foot?

Okay. I'll be back in commission by Monday.

Oh! Forget it.

Dr. Kramer told you specifically to stay off your feet,

and your children and I will make sure

that you take your medicine.

- Aw, poor daddy. - Aw, poor daddy.

What can I say, kids? Your old man's a stiff.

Brandon, you think you and Steve can run the show

for a couple of weeks?

Teach some kids how to play some ball?

Probably.

I had a pretty good coach when I was younger.

Oh...

[Brandon] So you know, with my dad laid up,

we need all the help we can get.

First practice today if you want to join in the festivities.

Thanks, but no, thanks, Slim.

Dylan, I thought you were a total baseball freak.

I am, but listening to parents

berating their kids from the sidelines

brings back a whole slue of bad memories.

It shouldn't be about the parents.

It should be about being on a team,

learning fundamentals, having a good time.

That's very noble, Brandon, but when I was playing,

it was about winning, any cost.

Still is. I know some people who took their kid

out of the league because it was so competitive.

Well, no offense, Andrea, but did this kid

have any athletic ability whatsoever?

Are you kidding?

Avery not only won the batting title,

but was the star pitcher

for the West Valley Baseball League.

I hear what you're saying, but I can promise you

Steve and I won't run our team like that.

Crawford, get your finger out of your nose!

- [boys laughing] - He eats them, too!

[Steve] Take a lap.

Steve, what's the problem? He wasn't doing anything.

Yeah, he was grossing me out. Last thing we need

is a booger-picker playing second base.

Hi, Steve, Brandon!

- Davey! - How you doing, large guy?

You got a new mitt? All right, buddy!

Yeah.

[whispering] Franchise.

Okay, everyone gets a new mitt,

new bats, new helmets. The works!

How sweet it is.

So, when do we get new uniforms?

You don't get a uniform until you prove

you can smack the ball out of the park, you little squeeze.

Everyone pile on Noah!

[children screaming]

Where did you get this stuff?

You need anything, let me know.

He raided a sporting goods store.

Told you it paid to have Franklin's kid on the team.

You are welcome to come in,

but with my father's back,

but, you're definitely entering at your own risk.

I think I'll pass.

I think I don't blame you.

Bye.

[metal crashing]

What are you doing?

Get away from there, you're making a mess!

Get out of here. Go home before I call the pound.

I'm serious. Get out of here!

[dog whining]

Don't look at me like that.

I don't even like dogs that much.

[dog whining]

You don't even have a collar, do you?

Okay, if I give you something to eat,

will you go?

Do you like bologna?

You like bologna?

Okay. I'll get you some bologna.

Yes, I will.

[loud kiss]

Let's go.

Okay, Noah, heads up!

Throw it home!

Look what I got, ma!

Oh, come on! Give me a break.

Noah! Noah, don't pull your head out, man.

Brandon, the ball didn't get to my legs.

It took a sweet hop.

You don't know what you're talking about.

What'd you say?

- You heard me. - Noah!

That's gonna cost you a lap.

Noah!

Snack time, everybody!

- Yes! Alright! - [Brandon] Noah!

You won't believe what that kid just said to me.

Yeah, I know, he's a real paw, but he's a good hitter,

and his mom's Anne Guersy.

- Who? - Our team mother.

She brought delicious dim sum for the kids.

You got to taste these noodles.

Dim sum?

[Brandon] Can't believe the spread this woman brought.

She brought Chinese dumplings and bottled water.

It was amazing. We used to eat Twinkies back home, remember?

Oh, honey,

wouldn't it be easier to eat upstairs?

No, it wouldn't.

I've been in bed all day and I am going stir-crazy.

I know.

[dog whining]

Well, sounds like we've been given

a pretty good ball team.

We got some good players.

I could do without a lot of the attitude.

[dog whining]

The first thing kids are going to do

is to test your limits. What do you expect?

You don't understand, dad, it--

[dog whining]

The league's run differently here

than it was back home.

You've come to this conclusion

- after the first day practice? - Jim.

I don't understand why he's being so critical.

What's this yelping?

[Cindy] Sounds like a dog.

[Jim] That's being tortured in our back yard.

- Where are you going? - To see what it is.

You are not, you're supposed to stay off your feet.

- Brandon can see what it is. - [Brenda] Mom, it's a dog.

I think we established that, Brenda.

- From the side of the house. - No, the garage.

It sounds like the side of the house.

No. Trust me, dad. It's in the garage.

[funny music]

[Brenda] He smells bad,

but once you get to know him, he's sweet.

Who does he belong to?

Us.

Brenda, we can't have a dog in this house

and that is that.

Why not?

Because I know who's going to be the one

to walk it and feed it and--

No, dad, I don't want you guys to lift a finger to this dog.

He's completely my responsibility.

That's what you said about Ruby.

Ruby was completely untrainable.

Even the vet said so.

And Bruno.

Bruno bit the mailman out of self-defense,

and you know that.

Okay. Fine.

Let's talk about Mr. Pepper.

I knew he'd bring him up!

Jim...

I'm sorry,

but someone in this family

left that poor animal

outside in winter to freeze to death!

I was 9 years old!

How was I to know about wind-chill factors?

Brenda, I think the dog needs you.

Excuse me.

- [Jim] Brenda! - Dad, he needs me!

And I need you to take him to the animal shelter tonight.

I can't do that! If I take him

to the pound, they'll put him to sleep!

Fine. I'll take him.

[Cindy] Jim.

Where are the car keys?

- [dog barking] - Jim!

[Jim] I'm taking him back to the pound tonight.

That is that!

No. That is not that. You're not going anywhere,

but straight upstairs and back to bed right now.

- Cindy. - No!

I can't bear to see you walk around

like the hunchback of Notre Dame,

and I won't have you barking at your children

because your back is in spasm!

Now, while you're upstairs recuperating,

your son is going to post signs in the neighborhood

to see if anyone's lost a dog.

No problem.

Until we find its rightful owner,

your daughter will not only take responsibility

for this animal, but also get rid of it

the moment it becomes a nuisance! Isn't that right?

Thanks, mom.

You're making a big mistake.

Daddy, I promise it's going to be different this time.

You're all going to love Wally.

- Wally? - Wally?

You won't even know he's around.

[dog barking]

[dissonant music]

[theme song]

- Hey, you're early. - Actually, I'm late.

I was kind of hoping I could switch today for tomorrow.

- What's up? - I'm coaching a team

for the West Beverly Hills Baseball League.

They just handed me a practice schedule.

Say no more take as much time as you want,

on one condition.

Schedule some practice games against my kids.

You're a coach?

Yeah, I have been for years. Mid-city park and rec center.

It's a gas, I love it.

How's your team? Any good?

Ha ha! No. They stink, but who cares?

You know, just being out there

is like being part of a great American tradition.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

Crawford, are you digging for dinosaurs?

Come on, guys, get your cleats on.

We gotta talk to your dad about trading that kid.

- Forget it. - Why?

Because when his back's out,

you don't talk to him about anything, trust me.

- We'll talk to Franklin. - Franklin!

- He said if we need anything... - Steve, I don't--

Hey, the kid is dead weight.

Mr. Franklin, could I have a word with you?

[Steve] It turns out...

Have you tried the souvlaki?

Okay, Wally, stay. Stay right-- Stay.

Stay right there.

Okay, Wally, come.

Come on, Wally! Come on!

[Kelly] Come on! Come on!

Wally, come here.

Wally, come on.

Let's face it. He's dumb.

He's not dumb.

He's just going through a slight separation anxiety.

Brenda, uh... What's with your dog?

[funny music]

Oh, don't mind him. He goes crazy for perfume.

I'm not wearing any perfume.

[Brandon] Strike three!

Way to work those corners!

I can throw a curve!

You probably want to stay away

from that for a couple of years.

You don't want to burn out your arm.

You're the first coach

who's told me not to push myself.

Like my dad says, "What's the rush?"

Davey, hustle up! You're in the cage!

See you later.

Well, it's all set.

Franklin's arranging the trade now.

- What trade? - Crawford for Kenny Kessler.

Don't say anything till it's official.

What if Crawford doesn't want to be traded?

Who cares? We're gonna rip

were gonna have Kenny Kessler and Dave in the same rotation.

Forget it, Steve. It's not fair.

it's a done deal.

Look. Franklin's amped about this.

He wants a winning team.

Then I guess I'll have to go talk to him.

What are you going to say to him?

I'm going to tell him let the coaches run the team.

Brandon.

Look. I'm your friend, you can say anything to me,

but you want to offend the president of the league,

especially if he's your father's friend.

[sad music]

[dog barking]

Wally! Shh!

- [dog keeps barking] - Wally, stop it!

Wally, no!

Down!

Wally, you're a bad boy! Down!

Wally, shh!

Wally, no, you better be quiet now!

Stop it!

I cannot keep on making excuses for you.

Brenda, your father wants to speak to you.

Mom, Wally's really a sweet dog.

Yeah, well,

tell that to your father.

I don't know why you have to be so critical

of everybody in this league?

I'm not, dad--

Franklin puts in a lot of hours for you kids,

someone of his cloud doesn't have to spare,

- I know-- - He deserves a lot of credit.

I agree! It--it's--

[dog barking]

I promise I'm going to find him

a home first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

As far as you and I are concerned,

I hope to see a new attitude from the coaching box,

or it's going to be a long season.

Come on, Wally.

I need you to keep a low profile

until everybody can get to know you better.

[sweet music]

I know it's dark and lonely in here,

but it's the best I can do.

[sweet music]

Okay, Wally.

You stay on the rug,

don't make any noise,

and don't chew anything.

Okay.

You're such a good dog.

[whispering] Good night, Wally.

[sweet music]

- We gonna have a good time? - Yeah!

Are we gonna play ball like we do?

Yeah!!

Let's do it! Come on! Good. Here we go.

Okay. Here we go!

This is pathetic.

They're not even wearing uniforms.

So what? It's a practice game.

[Steve] They don't look so good, Brandon.

They came to play. That's the important thing.

Listen up, you guys, the way you treat your competition

is a direct comment on how you play the game.

Good sportsmanship counts big time with me and my old man.

So, let's get off on the right foot.

Let's go out there, let's treat these guys with respect, okay?

Brandon, come talk for a second.

Franklin doesn't want Nat's kids using our new equipment.

He doesn't want stuff broken before the season starts.

You don't have a problem with that, do you?

[sad music]

[Nat] Let's get this practice game going!

[applause]

[Steve] Buddy, here! All right!

[Applause]

Good hit! Good hit!

Take second! Good man!

[children cheering]

[Brandon] All right!

Keep going!

Run it out!

How many runs you scored so far?

Fourteen.

Come on, guys! We can do it!

We got two outs! We can get out of this inning.

Let's go!

Come on! Heads up!

Okay. Good team! You got it. Easy out.

Come on, Mannie. Shake it off.

You can shake it off!

Hey, doofus! You really eat toads!

[Nat] You'll throw it better next time, Mannie.

Hey, Corey, hit it to the doofus! He's a toad!

Ump, time out!

[umpire] Time!

[tension piano music]

Crawford, get in the game for Noah!

Forget you.

Get off the field, Noah.

I'm not getting off unless coach Sanders tells me to.

Hold up a second, tiger.

[tension music]

- What's up? - I'm benching Noah.

He doesn't deserve to play with his attitude.

I agree, I just don't think you want to humiliate him.

I just want to teach him a lesson.

Yeah, okay, but I think the timing might be off.

Fine. Why don't you coach

the rest of the game by yourself, buddy.

Brandon.

Brandon!

- [tension music] - [children screaming]

What happened?

I don't know.

[soft piano music]

Hi, mom.

Hi, honey. How are you?

Oh, you know. The same.

I'm sorry about Wally.

Yeah. So, what's for dinner?

You didn't have to take him to the pound, did you?

No, I didn't.

You found a home for him, huh?

Yeah.

Ours.

Oh, Brenda.

Mom, I tried! I really did.

I went to the vet.

The receptionist asked, "Looking for a puppy."

I said, "No, I have a dog that needs a home right now."

She gave me the card of animal control,

and she made sure to tell me 3/4 of the 190,000 strays

that were brought to the shelter last year were destroyed,

and then she said, "Have a nice day."

It's a crime more people don't neuter their pets.

The thought of poor Wally

in some alley fending for himself

it was just too cruel. I just couldn't do it.

[sighs] Okay.

Okay, I can keep him?

No. Okay you can explain to your father

why he's still here and then tell him

all the wonderful things you're doing

to find him a home.

That sounds fair.

Except, can you go upstairs with me to break the news?

Umm... You know, I think it might be wise

to just wait a little bit.

I'm not gonna argue anymore, Brandon.

And apparently you won't listen to my side, either, are you?

You already told me what happened.

A kid got out of line. You lost your temper,

you stalked off the field in the middle of the game!

Dad, if you'd seen the way

Noah taunted their second baseman,

I guarantee you'd have pulled him off the field in a second!

Maybe. Maybe not.

The one thing I can guarantee, the Brandon Walsh that I know

would have handled the problem without a scene.

Well, I'm sorry I let you down, dad.

You didn't let me down, you let your team down.

Dave Franklin called from his car phone,

he was concerned about the situation.

Maybe I should learn to be more like Steve.

Suck up to the parents,

let the kids do whatever they want.

Brandon...

Or better yet,

why don't we just let the kids run the whole damn team?

We can sit up in the bleachers

and eat tofu hamburgers with the umpires.

What do you want Brandon?

You want to quit being a coach?

Maybe that'd be best.

[dog barking]

[sad music]

All right.

As soon as I'm back on my feet

and back on the field, you're free to quit.

But up until then, I need you to gut it out for me.

How soon will that be?

Hopefully by next practice.

Assuming I can get some peace and quiet around here!

[dog barking]

[knocking on door]

[Nat] The Peach Pit is closed.

[knocking on door]

Okay...

- Hey, come on in. - Hi.

I called your house.

Your sister said you might be here.

- Can I fix you anything? - No, thanks.

I came to talk about what happened at the game.

Hey, that's yesterday's news. Forget it.

I just can't forget how your second baseman looked

after Noah started picking on him.

After you left, it got worse.

What happened?

The very next play, Mannie made another error,

and he broke down and lost it.

Mannie's a tough case.

He's been in and out of foster homes.

Nothing comes easy for him.

He's just the last little kid

you ever want to see get hurt.

Did anyone even have the courtesy

to come over and apologize to you?

Yeah, your friend Steve came by, he was very nice.

What'd he say?

He thought we should cancel the second game.

Great, Steve!

Wait a minute Brandon, he's got a point.

We didn't exactly play you head up.

Why? What was the final score?

I don't know. I stopped counting after the second inning.

I really feel terrible about all this, Nat.

The fact is, my kids from the park and rec

just weren't ready to compete against the vast resources

of the West Beverly Hills Baseball League.

Not that I couldn't whip them into better shape,

but it's tough to do it all by yourself.

Are you in the market for a feisty third base coach?

Why? You looking to become a free agent?

I'm a journeyman ball player, Nat.

I go where I'm needed...

And wanted.

Dad!

You're up?

It's a minor medical miracle.

I've got lateral movement again.

I feel almost human.

Hallelujah.

Listen, a lot of things got said last night

that I deeply regret

and I want you to know how sorry I am

that we won't be coaching together again.

Maybe you'll reconsider.

Maybe.

So, why don't you join us?

We're wheeling and dealing.

Come on, we're making the line-up.

Come on!

I'm going to get some cheese bits.

Brandon, your dad's a great guy.

The three of us could go all the way this season.

Especially with Dave Franklin pulling all the strings.

Look, I'm sorry about the other day, but we're a team.

Look, Steve, I was just talking to Nat.

Great! Tell him we've had a change of heart.

We definitely want to play those kids

in another practice game.

- Really? - Absolutely.

All right.

But why the sudden change of heart?

You got to admit, if we clobber these nerdballs,

it'll be great for team morale.

[dog barking]

Yes, yes, he's quiet.

Smart?

Very smart.

House trained? Better let you talk to Brenda.

It's a long shot, but go for it.

Cliff, how are you?

[whispering] Dylan!

Oh, so, tell me, how does going to Beverly Hills High School

compare to West Beverly?

- [dog barking] - [Brenda] Oh, really?

That has got to be the dumbest dog in history.

You never met Bruno or Mr. Peppers.

He came this close to getting hit by a truck yesterday.

Listen, do you have time tomorrow

to help run a baseball clinic for some kids?

B, I told you, I have zero interest

in getting involved with a West Beverly Hills team.

What if it's to help Nat's kids

so they can beat the West Beverly team?

[chimes]

Well, that's a different story, isn't it?

[Brenda] See, what did I tell you? Isn't he sweet?

Isn't he great?

And I think he likes you.

Yeah, he's a pretty good dog.

Pretty good?

David, he's great! And he likes you,

which in your case, should count for something.

And you said you wanted a dog.

- Well, yeah but-- - You know what?

I should have thought of this earlier.

Why don't you take him for a couple days

and see how it works out?

Look, Brenda, I can't.

David, it's just for a trial run.

Just for a couple of days.

Even one night-- like tonight.

Take him and you'll see what a great dog he is.

Okay. Just one night.

Absolutely, whatever you want.

You think you could you get me a date with Kelly Taylor?

Wally, I'll find you a new home.

Just a question.

[door slamming]

[funny music]

You know, the improvement

from one week to the next is remarkable.

Oh, yeah.

The kids are showing a lot of promise.

But you still need a pitcher

that can put the ball over the plate.

Yeah, but win or lose, the most important thing

is how good the kids feel about themselves.

[Brandon] Absolutely.

[Nat] Totally.

Yeah, I mean, in the long run, that's all that counts.

Absolutely.

Totally.

Andrea, hi.

Listen, uh... Do you remember the other day

you told me you knew some kid in the valley

who is a blue-chip ball player?

Yeah. Avery.

[Brenda] Mom, what are you doing?

Well, it was late, and I didn't know

how long you'd be in the shower.

You like Wally, don't you?

Just didn't want him to go hungry.

He was such a good boy today.

I hardly heard a peep.

Why is the door open?

I don't know.

[suspense music]

Where is he?

I don't know.

Wally!

[Brenda whistles]

Wally!

[Brenda] Wally!

[Cindy] Wally!

[sweet music]

[Brandon] I looked on Wilshire.

I looked on Sunset, looked down Rodeo Drive.

I looked everywhere. No pooch.

We gave up 20 minutes ago.

Poor Wally.

He'll come back.

That's probably what the last owner said.

Don't worry about him, Brenda.

He'll be fine, he's got street smarts.

Brandon, I love Wally, but that dog has no smarts.

Well, I'm going to miss him.

- Yeah, right. - No, really.

I got used to the howling, it puts me to sleep.

Speaking of which, this coach needs

some shut-eye before tomorrow's game.

[Cindy] Sounds like a plan.

Good night. Good night, hon.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

So, coach...

which dugout are you going to be sitting in tomorrow?

I was just helping Nat teach his team

a few fundamentals, that's all.

Does dad know that?

No, and what dad doesn't know won't hurt him.

You know something, Brandon?

You're starting to sound like me.

That's a scary thought.

Dad.

It's a quick thing about tomorrow's game,

do you want a ride with me or will Steve gonna pick you up?

Actually, I was going to ride with Dylan.

Okay.

But I'll go with you if you want.

Whatever you prefer.

I'll go with you.

Good night.

[Nat] Hey, coach!

Nat, have you met my father?

I feel like I know him.

I know the feeling.

You ought to see what I got for the kids.

[Nat laughing]

- Ta-da! - The Pitts.

They got hats and wristbands. Real jazzy.

Why two ts?

I'm from Pittsburgh.

Very clever.

The walking wounded. How are you doing?

Dave, good to see you. Excuse me.

You know, I ordered one for you, too...

Not that I expected you to wear it today.

Not that part of me doesn't want to.

We'll save it for you, my friend.

Thanks.

- Good game, huh? - Yeah.

All right, guys. Let's turn a double play now.

[people cheering]

[Nat] Hello, sir.

Come on, dukes. Listen up.

When I tip my hat, it means bunt.

Cross my arms like this--

Steve, hold it.

We're having a team meeting over here.

You want to tell me what's so funny?

Someone cut one over here?

They have that doofus playing second base again.

[children laughing]

Hey, hey, hey. Listen up. I said listen up!

Everyone's predicting you will be the team to beat this year.

But my take is if you don't change your attitude real quick,

it won't matter how many games you win.

You won't be the champs. You'll be the chumps.

The worst part about it is you won't even know it.

Come on Brandon, lighten up.

You got to admit that kid Mannie is a real klutz.

- Where's your sense of humor? - Where's your sense of humor?

- Can we do it? - Yeah!

Let's do it! Get in there! Come on! Hustle!

Get in position! Come on now! Let's show some hustle!

[Jim] Come on. Look alive out there!

Hey, Nat! This is Avery.

- Avery, this is Nat. - Hi.

I wonder what's Andrea Zuckerman doing here?

Dylan, take care of-- here.

- It's going to be great. - Hey!

What's Dylan doing? Bringing in a ringer?

[Nat] Let's do it! Let's go!

It's a girl.

[boys laughing]

Dude, it's a girl!

Poor Dylan.

He's really scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?

All right. Batter up!

[Nat] All right, Avery!

[people cheering]

[lively pop music]

[umpire] Home run!

[people cheering]

Aah! Ha ha!

[people cheering]

Man, she is good.

[umpire] Strike three!

Strike three!

Strike three, you're out!

Man, she's great.

Let's go, Brad!

Any little hit, buddy. Any little hit.

[umpire] Strike three!

Alright let's get a rally going,

let's hear some noise! Let's get back in the game!

[people cheering]

All right you guy's. Two outs, last inning.

Run on anything!

[Nat] Come on, Avery!

Come on, Davey! We need a hit!

[people cheering]

Yes! Well done!

[Brandon] Come on. Move it!

Take home! Take home!

Davey! Woo!

Okay, okay, go, go, go! Take home!

[umpire] Safe!

Yeah! Yeah.

All right!

Gutsy coaching, young man.

Thank you, sir.

[Dylan] Shake it off, Avery.

You suck wind, pitch!

Hey, none of that, or you can go home.

[umpire] You're out!

[Jim] All right, boys. This is it. Let's go!

- Everybody been in the game? - Not Randy Crawford.

Crawford, get in right field. Let's show them!

We're going to trade Randy next week.

That's next week. This week, he's in right.

All right. Come on now. Let's get them.

This is it!

You battled back. All right!

Thanks to Davey. Clutch hitting, power pitching, he's got it all.

Thanks. He really enjoys playing with his friends.

It'd be a shame to win

with Tim Bosworth's son sitting on the bench.

It's just a practice game, Dave.

Well, it's your decision. You're the manager.

[Dylan] Wait for your pitch!

All right, Avery! You're our last chance!

[children cheering]

Okay, Davey, okay. Bear down now.

Bear down now.

[people cheering]

Go! Go! Go!

All right, Avery. One down. Heads up now.

You want to settle him down?

All right. Listen up, Davey.

You pitch your record,

win or lose, you've tossed a hell of a game.

There's no pressure here, buddy.

Go get them!

[umpire] Strike three, you're out!

Way to go, Davey! Yeah!

You concentrate. You can do it.

You can hit this ball.

You're going to do it.

Get this on tight.

[Nat laughing] Take a swing.

What's so funny?

Time out!

[umpire] Time!

Hey, guys, come on in. Gather around here.

All right, guys. Come in here.

Listen up. Here's my predictions.

I predict he'll strike out on three pitches

and I predict that no one on this team

is going to try to make him feel bad about that.

He's had a tough life.

There's no reason on earth why any of you

should try to make it any harder on him.

Having said that, let's play ball.

Let's go!

All right, Mannie!

Tag this one! He ain't got nothing.

You can blow it by this doofus, Davey.

The doofus on wheels! Give it up, doofus!

Peewee doofus, the bat looks kind of heavy.

Hey, doofus, give it up!

Give it up, doofus!

Peewee doofus, don't drop the bat!

[Brandon] The way you treat your competition

is a direct comment on how you play ball.

Give it up!

[tension music]

[people cheering]

[cheering]

Yay!

[all cheering]

- Yay, Mannie! - Yes! Let's go!

[all cheering]

Bosworth's kid would have caught that ball.

We should have caught that ball, we should have won this game!

Hey, Davey.

Don't look now, but we did win the game.

2, 4, 6, 8. Who do we appreciate?

The Pitts! The Pitts! Yay, Pitts!

[Steve] Yo!

Good game, guys.

So, how's it feel to be the pitcher of record?

Yeah!

Yay!

It feels great.

It was just a practice game.

It doesn't matter if you lose a practice game.

It's just a practice game, it doesn't even count.

Noah... It counts.

Hey, Brandon! Wait up!

Hey, buddy. Don't be so hard on yourself.

Darryl Strawberry couldn't have caught that ball.

Poor kid.

He gave it his best shot.

Wally?

Wally!

Dylan, Wally's back!

Wally!

That's my dog!

Wally's back.

Come here!

Oh, Wally!

Wally. Wally! Wally?

Wally?

Hey, is that Brenda's dog?

Wally?

That's not Wally. That's Rupert.

Oh, he's back, I thought you were dead, Rupert.

Rupert?

Noah, what did your mom bring for a snack?

Spinach salad and warm goat cheese.

How about a Twinkie?

Great!

Ha ha! Come on.

Oh, hey, buddy. We'll get them next time.

Huh, huh, huh?

Hey, coach.

Let's go home.

All right, large guy.

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