Air Bud Page #2

Oh, yeah

- Josh, I'm home !|- Buddy, stay.

And don't move until I come back.

- There you go.|- [ Mumbling ]

Hi, Mom !|Can I help with the groceries ?

- Excuse me ?|- Can I help with the groceries ?

How was your day ?

Okay, what's going on ?

What's wrong ?

Nothing ! Can't a guy even help|his mom with the groceries ?

What did you do ?

Mom, do you remember|when I used to have a hamster ?

- You want another hamster ?|- No !

- Not exactly.|- Josh, spit it out !

Oh, my God.

[ Mom Screaming ]|Oh, my God !

[ Screaming Continues ]

No !

Buddy ! Ew !

So, can I keep him ?

[ Barking ]

Oh, here.

I got an idea.

Josh, would you|come in here, please ?

Uh-oh. Buddy, you gotta|stay here, okay ?

Buddy, no.

- You gotta stay outside.|- [ Dog Whimpers ]

- Hey, Mom, you wanted to see me ?|- What are you doing ?

- What do you mean ?|- The box.

- The box ?|- Don't get funny with me, Josh.

- I know what you're doing.|- What am I doing ?

You are making a home for him,|and this is not his home.

- The next thing you know--|- Mom, we can't leave him|out in the rain.

- That's totally inhuman.|- That's just the point, Josh.

He's not human.|He's a stray.

Do not get attached|to this dog, Josh. Do not !

No, I have way too much|on my plate as it is.

- I'd take care of him.|- Josh, we don't know anything|about this dog.

We have your little sister|to think about. No. The answer is no.

One week, and if nobody claims him,|he goes straight to the pound.

- Three weeks ? Two and a half ?|- Two.

- Josh !|- Christmas. That's like two weeks|and a couple days, right ?

That's perfect.|We can't dump him before Christmas.

- Please, please, please.|- All right, all right, Christmas.

But the minute after,|he's outta here.

Meanwhile, he stays outside. And if you|try to sneak him in here just once--

Mom, Mom, Mom.|I swear.

All right.|As long as we're clear.

I swear, you're gonna grow up|to be a lawyer someday.

[ Bicycle Bell Dings ]

- Josh, did you see my newspaper ?|- No, Mom !

Morning, Mom !

- Buddy, how are ya ?|- [ Barking ]

How are ya, boy ?|Did you have a good sleep ? Did ya ?

- That's a good boy.|- [ Barking ]

[ Brushing Teeth ]

- [ Barking ]|- [ Josh Giggling ]

[ Kids Shouting ]

- Don't drag your feet.|Don't drag your feet.|- I got the shot.

- Down, down. Let's go !|- [ Whistle Blowing ]

Stewart, don't try to be a hero.|Your job on this team is to get|the ball to Willingham.

- Let's go !|- [ Whistle Blowing ]

- Pass it off. Let's go !|- [ Boy ] Move it, move it. Back.

[ Coach ] That's it.|Let's go, Curtis.

What's the matter, water boy ?|[ Laughing ]

Let's go !

Hey, get out. Can't you see|this is wet paint ?

He shoots... and scores !

- [ Barking ]|- Here !

Good boy !

[ Door Opens ]

Cool. Pizza.

[ Baby ]|Me too. Who is it ?

What's with Josh today ?

Whoa ! How did you|get up here ?

Hey !|[ Grunting ]

Josh !

- No !|- Are you okay ?

- Josh !|- I'm fine, Mom !

Josh ?

Josh !

- Is everything okay in here ?|- Yeah, Mom.

Everything's fine.|Just doin' my homework.

Why don't I take care|of that laundry as long as I'm here ?

No ! I'll do it later.

You work so hard, Mom.

It'll be good for me.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Hello ?|Yes, this is Mrs. Framm.

Yes, my son put up|those flyers.

Oh, no, no. I'm sure he didn't mean|to put one up on private property.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh.

- Yeah !|- [ Dog Whimpers ]

[ Alarm Clock Ringing ]

Hey, Jackie ! What's new ?

I wouldn't know.

- Bye, Mom. I got practice.|I'll be home late.|- Bye, honey.

That's it, gentlemen.|Showers !

You tried to get that slam dunk.|Yeah, right.

[ Sneakers Squeaking ]

- Cold water.|- Huh ?

Make sure you use|cold water.

They'll come out all miniaturized|if you don't.

Okay.

I don't get it.

You don't get what ?

Why are you puttin' yourself|through this ?

I guess I just like basketball.

Whoa !

-[ Bell Ringing ]|-And have a wonderful holiday, children.

We'll see you all in two weeks.

[ Shouting ]

[ Metal Clanging ]

Excuse me, sir.

Could you sign this ?

[ Sighs ]

You think this is me ?

- It isn't ?|- No, kid.

That guy's dead.|Died a long time ago.

Oh, okay.

Thanks anyway.

[ Basketball Bouncing ]

"Yes, Virginia,|there is a Santa Claus.

He exists as certainly as love|and generosity and devotion exist.

And you know that they abound|and give to your life...

its highest beauty and joy.

Alas, how dreary would the world be|if there were no Santa Claus.

There would be no childlike|faith then.

No poetry, no romance to make|tolerable this existence.

Nobody can conceive|or imagine...

all the wonders that are unseen|and unseeable in the world.

The most real things|in the world...

are those that neither children|nor men can see.

No Santa Claus ?

Thank God he lives,|and he lives forever.

A thousand years from now,|Virginia--

nay, ten times 10,000 years|from now--

he will continue|to make glad...

the heart of childhood."

[ Ringing ]

Hey, Buddy, it's Christmas.

Buddy ? Buddy ?

[ Panting ]

Buddy !

- Merry Christmas, Josh.|- Buddy !

[ Dog Whines ]

Thank you, Mom.|Thank you, thank you,|thank you, thank you !

I gotta get these flyers out|to the boys who tried out|for the team and didn't make it.

The Simmons twins moved to Canada.|God knows why.

I got two slots open.

You know which lockers|belong to which boys ?

[ Chattering ]

Don't even waste|your time, water boy.

[ Laughing ]

I wish my dad were here.

He always knew what to do.

No, Buddy ! No.

I don't wanna play.

Fine. You can play.

No way.

I don't believe this.

- [ Barking ]|- Come on, boy.

Sit, boy.

[ Gasping ]|Whoa !

Yes !

[ Giggling ]

I don't know where|you learned to do this,

but just to be on the safe side,|our secret, okay ?

Yeah, that's|a good boy. Yeah.

All right, gentlemen,|listen up.

Now, we're off|to a rocky start.

We're two and two.

If we're gonna make it to the play-offs,|we're gonna have to start winnin'.

Which is why I'm lookin'|for a couple of winners.

There's nine of you here.|Only two of you are comin' back.

Framm ! You're late !|Bring over that rack of balls !

I'm here to try out|for the team.

- [ Laughing ]|- He can't try out. He's the water boy.

Framm, where did you get that ?

It was in my locker.

Well, it wasn't supposed to be.

Would it be too much trouble|if I tried out anyway ?

Coach, just let him.

All right, but if you slow down|my tryout, I'm gonna have to|pull you out.

Fast break, fast break !

[ Grunting ]

Yes !

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

Look at my new shoes, man.

Nervous ?

This always brought me good luck.|You should carry it tonight.

- An orange peel ?|- Not just any orange peel.

Scottie Pippen dropped this orange peel|at the Sonics game. I picked it up.

- I can't take this, Tom.|- It's okay.

I got this|out of Shawn Kemp's trash.

Water boy.

Just stay out of my way.

[ Barking ]

[ Dog Whines ]

[ Crowd Cheering ]

Josh. Hi !|Josh !

- Yea, Josh.|- [ Buzzer Buzzing ]

Be a man, Larry !

You make the basket,|then you draw the foul ! Come on !

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