Eddie's Million Dollar Cook Off Page #7

Who Can Hit In

A Couple Of Runs.

[Crowd Cheering]

Yeah!

See?

Kimberly, Run! Go!

[Cheering And Shouting]

So You Going, Or What?

I'm Going.

I Think I Should

Have About An Hour

And A Half Left.

Wish Me Luck.

All Right.

So, What?

That's It?

You're Quitting?

No, I'm Not Quitting.

I'm Starting.

You Wouldn't Understand.

I Gotta Go.

You'll Get There Quicker

If I Drive You.

Thanks.

Eddie!

Good Thing The Eagles'

Coach Is A Nurse,

'Cause I Think Mr. Ogden's

Gonna Need One.

Uh-Oh. Looks Like

A Late Entry

Has Just Arrived!

Come On!

What? No Fair!

He Can't Do That!

Can He Do That?

Welcome Back, Eddie,

But You Know, We Can't

Give You Any More Time.

There's Only An Hour

And 3 Minutes Left.

I Can Do It!

Oh! See? I Can't Get Him

To Clean The Bathroom,

But He'll Stick His Hand

Up A Chicken's Butt.

At The End Of 3 1/2,

Eagles 6, Groundhogs 4.

So, At The End Of 4,

Eagles 6, Groundhogs 5.

We're At The 30-Minute

Point And Cutting It Close.

Eddie Ogden Is Coming On Strong.

Well, Folks, The Groundhogs

Are Really Putting Up A Fight.

At The End Of 5,

Eagles Lead 8-6.

Good Job.

Good Job.

You're Up.

You're Up.

Cook-Off Announcer:

This Is Where The Lack Of Time

Is Really Gonna Hurt Him.

There Is No Room

For Mistakes.

Eddie:
Ok, Don't Panic.

Chocolate Tarts

Instead Of Chocolate Pie.

Problem Solved.

Strike 3!

You're Outta Here!

Longo:
That's

All Right, Db.

All Right.

Good Job.

Come On, Eddie!

What's The Matter?

It Looks Bad.

He's Rushing.

I Don't Think He

Has Enough Time.

Batter Up!

[Sighs]

Man...One Of Us

Should've Gone

To Help Him.

Everyone Else Has

People Helping Them.

Hank!

Uh, Yeah. Sorry.

Hannah, You're Up!

Get Out There, Hannah!

Let's Do It!

Whoo!

All Right.

Bases Loaded, 2 Outs.

You're The Man!

Uh--Girl--

I Mean...

It's Ok.

Oh, No! It's My Mom!

No! Hannah, We Can't

Do This Now!

I Said, Hey, Hey

What Do I Say

Come On, Groundhogs,

Time To Play

Yeah! Groundhogs Rock!

Hannah...

Oh, Hey, Mom.

Your Forgot

Your Pom-Poms.

Oh. Thanks

For Bringing Them.

See You At Home.

Umpire:
Groundhogs!

I--Hannah!

Mom, I'm Not A Cheerleader,

I've Never Been A Cheerleader,

Nor Will I Ever Be One.

But I Am One Of The Best

Shortstops In The League,

And A Decent Batter

When I Remember

To Keep My Elbow Up.

You And Can Rant

And Scream All You Want,

But It's Gonna Have

To Wait Until After I Bat.

[Cheering]

Well, Then You'll

Probably Need This.

My Batting Glove?

I Found It

In Your Jeans

This Morning.

Hannah, Honey,

I'm Only

Disappointed

That You Thought

That I Wouldn't

Support You

Doing Something

That You Love.

Final Warning!

Really?

So You Don't Mind?

No. But We'll Talk

After The Game.

Right Now...

Go Show Your Mother

What You Can Do!

Thanks, Mom.

Go!

[Cheering]

Go Get 'Em.

Umpire:
Strike One!

All Right, Hannah!

That's The Way To Play!

Wait For Your Pitch!

Ball!

All Right, Hannah!

Hank:
What Are You--

Sleeping Out Here?

You've Been Calling Balls

Strikes, Strikes Balls.

Do You Have Any Idea

What Those Words

Actually Mean?

Now, That Last Call

Was In Your Favor.

Well, Maybe, If You'd

Keep Your Eyes Open

For A Change,

We'd Get Some Decent Calls!

There's No Reason

For You To Go--

There's No Reason

That These Kids,

Who Have Worked So Long

And So Hard, Should Lose

Because Some Screw-Up

Doesn't Know The First Thing

About Baseball!

I Swear,

One More Word

Out Of You,

And You're

Out Of This Game.

Oh, Yeah?

[Crowd Boos]

I Dare You!

That's 3!

You Are Outta Here!

No Problem.

Hannah,

Keep Your Elbow Up.

Go, Groundhogs!

Announcer:
It Looks Like Ogden

Is Finally Getting

Some Reinforcements.

I Don't Know When I've Seen

So Many Pairs Of Cleats

In The Kitchen.

Dad, What Are You

Doing Here?

Well, I Figure

This Means So Much

To You

That I Must Be

Missing Something.

So Maybe You Can

Show Me

Why It's So

Important To You.

Now?

Now? No.

Not Now. Later.

Now, I Just Thought

Maybe You Could Use

A Little Help.

Well, All I've Got

Is A Burnt Pie

And A Bubbling Pot

Of Chocolate,

So, Yeah, I Could Use

A Lot Of Help.

Ok. So, Just Tell Me

What To Do, Coach.

Ok. I'll Chop These,

You Crack A Couple

Of Those Eggs

Into That Bowl.

What? Aren't

I Doing It Right?

Strike!

Eddie, Less Than

2 Minutes.

I Swear, If That Meringue

Doesn't Set Up,

Your Life Is Over!

All Right.

Put The Peppers On.

Where?

On The Chocolate?

Yeah. Hurry.

Eddie, Whoever

Heard Of--

Dad!

Ok!

Announcer:
Well, Folks,

This Is It,

The Groundhogs' Last Chance.

With 2 Outs And 2 On

And A Winning Run

At The Plate,

And The Eagles

Leading 8-6.

Let's Go, Db!

[Cheering]

Easy Out!

You Got To Hit

A Triple To Tie

And A Homerun To Win.

There's No Way You're

Even Making It To First.

Oh, Yeah?

Just Watch Me.

Strike One!

Aah! It's Ok!

It's All Right.

Hey! I'm Talking!

Can't You See

He's Trying

To Distract Me?

Strike 2!

All:
Come On, Db,

Pay Attention!

Eddie, Less Than

30 Seconds.

Chocolate Chicken?

I Think He's Lost It.

No, No, No, No, No.

It's Mol.

And Chicken Wrapped In Bacon

Has Just Hit The Table.

It Sure Smells Like

A Winner.

Dad, Get

The Lemon Custard

Out Of The Fridge.

Boys, Chanting:

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie, Eddie...

With Not A Moment To Spare,

Chicken Mol

Makes A Welcome Appearance.

Dad, Come On!

15 Seconds!

Eddie,

This Lemon Thing...

It Didn't Set?

All Right,

Not Enough Time.

Uh...

Bring It Home, David!

Bring It Home!

You Don't Have

Lemon.

You're Supposed

To Have Something

With Lemon.

Crowd:
10, 9...

Dad!

7, 6...

5, 4...

3, 2, 1!

There! I Got Lemon!

Yeah, All Right!

Yes!

Time's Up.

Loser...

All:
Run!

Frankie:

Coming Through!

Umpire:
Safe!

Announcer:
Unbelievable!

All Tied Up!

Bobby:
Now, Before

We Announce The Winner,

I Would Just Like To Say,

This Has Been

One Tough Competition.

You Demonstrated

Your Creativity,

You Showed Us

Your Passion,

And A Future

At The Stove

Is Bright For Each

And Every One Of You.

Today Alone Has Been

One Amazing Achievement.

And Now, The Winner...

Of The One-Million-Dollar

Scholastic Cook-Off...

Is Bridget Simmons!

Safe!

Simons!

Yes!

I Won, I Won!

Well, That's It.

Thanks For Watching,

Everybody,

And Until Next Year,

I'm Bobby Flay

For The Million-Dollar

Cook-Off.

Eddie...

I'm Sorry.

Don't Worry, Dad.

It's No Big Deal.

Eddie...

Hey, What Happened?

Well, Bridget Creamed Him

With Her Lemon Meringue

Angel Food Pie.

Come On, Sport,

You Gave It

Your Best Shot.

Yeah,

But I Struck Out.

You Didn't

Strike Out.

Bridget Just Hit It

Out Of The Park.

Either Way, I Lost.

Hey, Eddie, Come On.

What A Game, Huh?

This Wasn't About

You Winning.

It Was About You

Doing Something

That You Love.

And You Know What?

You're Really

Good At It.

You're A Kid With

A Lot Of Gifts,

And A Lifetime To

Sort Them Out, So...

Cook, Play Baseball,

Take Up

Lawn Bowling...

That's Something Else

I Don't Understand.

Just Remember,

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