Air Bud Page #3

[ Cheering ]

- Pass, pass !|- Over here, Larry. Over here.

[ Whistle Blows ]

They're killin' us on the transitions.|Full-court press.

- All right ? Timberwolves !|- [ Shouting ]

Stewart ! I don't wanna see you|drop the ball again. You got it ?

- [ Whistle Blowing ]|- That was our ball, ref !

- Hacking number three,|hacking number three.|- Get your butt over here !

The only one allowed to mouth off|at the referee is me.

- Framm, check in !|- Me ?

Do you see any other Framms|sittin' here ? Check in !

Yea, Josh !

Framm, number four,|now entering the game.

- Pass it off !|- Go, go, go !

- Buddy !|- [ Crowd Gasping ]

Get him !

Buddy, no !

Buddy, stop !

Hey, gimme that.|Gimme that ball.

- Excuse me.|- Get back here !

Buddy, get over here !

Buddy, no !

[ Cheering Stops,|Crowd Gasping ]

[ Cheering ]

Buddy. Bad dog.

Sorry, Josh.|Come on, Buddy.

- Hey, boy.|- Josh.

Did you know that Buddy|could do that ?

- Did you know that he could|play basketball ?|- There he is !

Oh, the man of the hour.

And the dog !

I swear I wouldn't have believed it if|I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes.

A basketball-playing dog !|[ Laughing ]

A regular|Michael "Woof" Jordan.

You've been keeping this under your hat.|[ Chuckling ]

Oh, but I'm going on like a faucet.|Melissa, this is Mrs. Framm...

and her talented son, Josh.

- Hi.|- Hi.

I'm the president|of the Booster Club,

and I wondered if, maybe,|you and--

- Buddy.|- Buddy-- could do that trick|at the next half-time show.

Wouldn't he be|a great mascot ?

It would be great|for school spirit !

Buddy ?

Buddy.

You're never gonna drop|another ball again, Stewart.

You could do that.|Just meet the ball.|Just catch the ball.

What's going on here ?

- Just running Tom|through a little drill.|- That'll be enough, Joe.

That'll be enough.

Good boy.

Hi, I'd like to report a problem|with my morning newspaper delivery.

I'm not getting one.|No, I haven't gotten one for weeks now.

I keep calling and calling.

Look, my neighbors have them,|and I don't.

Oh, no, I'm sure he's|a really great, great paperboy.

- [ Glass Shattering ]|- Josh !

[ Knocking ]

- Miss Pepper ?|- Mm-hmm.

Um, have you found|a basketball coach yet ?

Mmm. Larry's father volunteered.|Just until we find a new P.E. teacher.

Okay.

- Mmm.|- Um--

Would it be weird|if I made a suggestion ?

[ Clears Throat ]

Afternoon.

Uh, let's get started.

You see this ball ?

- I don't see nothin'.|- Well, I do. It's a good ball.

Regulation weight, size.

A little worn,

but still has|a nice bounce to it.

Don't-- Don't hang on to it, Josh.|Pass it on.

Nice catch.

- Uh-oh. Fumble.|- This is stupid.|Let's get a real ball in here.

A ball is nothing|but rubber and air, Larry.

Basketball...|is what you do with it.

Before you play with this,

you gotta learn how to play|with your teammates.

All right, all right.|Pass the balls.

Stop the dribbling.|Pass the ball.

Good, good, good.|Looking good.

- [ Larry ] Two points !|- Fine.

- Only you didn't have the ball.|- What ?

You're not watching|your teammates, Larry. You're|playing with an invisible ball.

You gotta get your information|from somewhere else.

Now, let's try it again.

[ Crowd Chattering ]

- [ Cheering ]|- [ Buzzer Buzzing ]

It's half.

[ Feedback ]

[ Clears Throat ]|May I have your attention, please ?

Uh, we have a real treat|for you tonight, folks.

I'd like you all to welcome|our very own guard Josh Framm...

and the new mascot|for the Timberwolves' basketball team...

Air Bud !

- Great !|- [ Cheering ]

[ Feedback ]

[ Crowd Laughing ]

Come on. Come on.

Good boy.|Yeah, good boy.

[ Exhales ]

- [ Laughing ]|- [ Moaning ]

[ Sighs ]|Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on.|I'm just playing.

Yeah, good boy.|Just like we always do.

You can do this.

You already showed me that.

Don't worry about|all those people. Hey.

Good boy. Yeah. Good boy.|Let's go. Come on. Let's go, boy.

Come on. Let's go.|You wanna play ? Good boy.

[ Cheering ]

[ Stewart ]|Pass the ball. Let's go.

I'm open.|Larry, come on !

Larry, out !

What ?|Why are you taking me out ?

- Josh, go on in for Larry.|- Huh ?

What the hell|do you think you're doin' ?

- Time, ref !|- [ Whistle Blows ]

- Why are you takin' my kid out ?|- 'Cause he's playin'|like a one-man team.

- This boy is the team.|- Maybe he is to a worked-up father,

but to me, he's a player|who's got a whole lot to learn.

Now I'll kindly ask you to take|your seat, Mr. Willingham.

Let me get back|to coaching my team.

Come on, Larry.|We're leavin'.

- But, Dad ?|- Now !

Check in, Josh.

- [ Cheerleaders Cheering ]|- [ Whistle Blowing ]

Chris ! Chris !

[ Cheering ]

[ Buzzer Buzzing ]

A lot easier when the pressure's off,|isn't it ?

I thought if I made the basket,|the guys would've,

you know, accepted me.

You took that shot for|the wrong reasons, Josh. See that dog ?

- Yeah.|- Toss him the ball.

Okay.

That dog couldn't give|a rat's behind...

about his point average,|whether he's M.V.P.

He just loves to play the game.

I've seen a lot of players|in the pros...

Iike that guy Chaney,|for instance,

make the same mistake you made.

If you're just out there|for yourself, you lose.

It's all in here, Josh.

You gotta play|from the heart.

[ Cheering ]

That's it.|Concentrate on the ball.

Good. Good !|Now you're gettin' it.

Yeah !

That's great !

Go, Buddy !

We're here|at Fernfield School...

where the Timberwolves|have just qualified...

for next week's final|against the Warriors.

Even more amazing than the Timberwolves'|miraculous mid-season turnaround...

is their mascot's|incredible abilities.

His name is Buddy,

but this is no ordinary|golden retriever.

He's more of a golden shooter.|Don't believe me ? Take a look.

[ Humming ]

Buddy.

[ Sighs ]|Oh.

- [ Gasping ]|- Oh, hey.

Sorry to disturb ya.|Name's Norm Snively.|I believe you've got my dog.

- Huh ? What ?|- My dog.

You know, Old-- Old--

Old Blue.

- Uh--|- Uh, here.

There's a picture of him.|That's him and me.

- You see, I'm a clown by profession.|- Um--

- Maybe you'd like to see his papers.|- Uh-- Uh--

- [ Gasping ]|- [ Growling ]

- Josh.|- No !

Blue, yes.|Now you're comin' home with Daddy.

- No ! You can't take him !|- Josh ! Honey, honey !

- [ Dog Whines ]|- Josh, there's nothing that we can do.

- He's got papers.|- He's my dog !

-Please, sir, could we pay you ?|-Look, lady, I just want|my dog back, okay ?

He hates you !|He hates you !

- Baby, it's okay.|- I'll tell you what, kid.

On your next birthday,|me and the dog, we'll come out,|we'll do a show for you cheap.

It's okay. It's okay.|Baby, it's okay. Josh !

- [ Engine Starts ]|- Please, just talk to me !

Please ! Wait !

A beer commercial ? No, I don't want|my dog to do beer commercials.

- Psst, Buddy.|- [ Whimpering ]

Look, what do you think|I am anyway ?

I got-- I'm-- I got--|Look, I got ethics.

- Buddy.|- [ Whimpering ]

[ Barking ]

Just for curiosity's sake, though,

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