Everyone's Hero Page #4

- Finally.

- Game's on!

Let's see if he can pull off a miracle.

- Hit it.

- You can do it.

- Oh, come on, Babe.

- It's switched the defense. Strike two.

- No, no.

- Oh, no.

- Babe, come on.

- I can't listen to this.

- I can't listen to this.

- Come on, come on, come on.

- Come on, Babe.

- You can do it.

It all comes down

to this pitch.

Come on, Babe.

- Babe settles into the box.

- Come on, Babe. Come on, Babe.

Here's the wind up. Here's the swing.

Strike three.

- Oh, no.

- Not again.

Struck out...

Oh, no.

In this fifth game of the World Series.

- See, I told you he needed me.

Babe's never struck out this many times.

I should've returned you by now.

This is all my fault.

- Hey, buck up, Yankee.

- There's always another game tomorrow.

And the Babe,

the Babe always bounces back.

Oh, come on, son.

Babe's got a big old heart.

He won't let us down.

Look, when Babe was a kid,

he had nothing.

Then he picks up a bat, he starts swinging,

look where it got him.

If Babe can do it, so can we.

Hey, guys, you hear that?

That's the 10:
15 Manhattan Express

headed straight for New York.

All right, let's pack it up.

We're moving out.

It's about time.

Whoa!

Come on, Daisy. Come on.

That's it.

- Yankee!

- Come on, kid.

Come on, Yankee!

Grab on!

Yankee, come on!

Come on, son!

Yankee, come on, run. Keep running.

No, keep running.

Keep on running.

- Why is he not running?

- I don't know.

Sorry, guys, I can't go.

I've got to give Babe his bat back.

- What did he say?

- He said he's going to get his backpack.

- Bye.

Yankee, what're you doing?

You heard those guys. Babe's their hero.

Babe's everyone's hero,

and I can't let them down,

and I can't let my dad down.

- We're going to Chicago.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I knew you were gonna see this my way.

This is great. We had a deal, Yankee.

And you, you rotten two-by-four,

this is all your fault.

You tricked him.

You messed everything up.

Face it, leather face, you're beat.

Fine, I can't trust you.

I'll go back to New York on my own.

Whoa!

Yankee!

I guess a couple of days in Chicago

couldn't hurt.

I've been curious

about their deep-dish pizza,

but after that I'm heading back

to the Big Apple.

You know, I was just a splinter

when I first read about it.

So after Babe and I

were presented to the court,

the Queen invited us to try our hand

at an English sport.

And there was this cheeky cricket bat

who kept trying to look down my tape

and I... Why are we stopping?

'Cause I'm tired and hungry.

- You guys ever eat?

- No.

I've got to maintain this very trim figure.

Trim? Ha!

From where I'm sitting, I see lots of grain.

- Are you saying I'm plump?

- I'm saying you're fat, bat.

Excuse me, I have been examined

by scientists around the world,

who can't figure out

how I can look this good

...and swing so well.

- Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Have these scientists done research

about your big mouth?

- Can you say the same, Scarface?

- I'm not gonna sit here

...and listen to this.

I don't think so.

- Hey, look, a baseball.

- Hey, look, the missing link.

Put me down.

Hey...

- Give him back.

- Him?

What did you do? Name it?

What's he got?

A little bed or something?

- Do you dress him up?

- Give him back.

- Give him back.

- Hey, Yankee.

- Help!

- Oh, let him have him, Yankee.

All he does is complain anyway.

We can find a ball with a better attitude.

Like a tennis ball.

They're all warm and fuzzy.

- You, give him back that ball!

- Get lost, Marti.

- Take that!

- Yeah, mind your own business.

Hey, kid,

you gonna let a girl fight for you?

No.

But I'll let her help.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Let's get your ball back.

Looks like we're fighting two girls.

Ow.

You got him

right in the head.

The kid's not even ducking.

Watch out.

- You gotta start dodging these apples.

- I'm trying.

No, you're not.

Don't look where they're going.

You gotta watch

where they're starting from.

- Yeah, that's it.

- Okay.

What're you looking at me for?

Watch the apples.

Don't you make me break out

my whuppin' stick.

Incoming!

I've been hit. I feel like a Danish.

Come on.

Ow!

All right, just take your stupid ball.

Yeah!

Oh!

Medic!

Hold me, I'm so cold.

Come on.

Ow!

- Thanks for helping me back there.

- No problem.

You were really starting

to get the hang of it.

That Tubby Tyler

will be picking apple seeds

out of his teeth for a week.

- Whoa, you can really throw.

- "Fastball" is my middle name.

My daddy taught me to pitch

when I was four years old.

- Really?

- Come on, I'll show you.

- Hey, Mom, this is Yankee.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Pleased to... Whoa!

Holy mackerel.

My heavens!

This is my dad right here.

He's a pitcher for the Cincinnati Tigers.

Your dad is Lonnie Brewster?

Lonnie "The Rooster" Brewster?

- The king of the curve ball?

- That's right.

He can pitch to me anytime.

- I think I'm gonna pitch my lunch.

- Whoa.

No-hitter in Cleveland.

That was the ten-inning game

that he threw twenty strike-outs.

- Grand slam in Milwaukee.

- Yeah.

That was the game were my dad made

- two triple plays.

- Triple plays.

- Your dad's incredible.

- Yeah, he sure is.

- He's my hero.

- My dad works at Yankee Stadium.

Really?

Do you ever dream of playing

at Yankee Stadium?

Oh, yeah, all the time.

But I'm kind of in a slump right now.

I'll never be good enough.

Yankee, did you run away from home?

I'm not running away. I'm on a mission.

This is Babe Ruth's bat.

That's not Darlin', is it?

Yeah. I have to get her to Babe,

in Chicago, right away.

Hey, maybe my dad can help.

His team is heading there tomorrow.

- Hello. May I help you?

- Hello.

I've been worried sick about my son.

You know,

since he's my son and everything.

Just give this to my dad.

He's playing in Toledo.

- Thanks.

Yankee, your dad's here.

Dad?

Come on, son. Time to go.

- He's not my dad!

- Run, Yankee.

- Out of my way.

- Marti!

- Are you okay?

- I'm all right.

You stop it right there, Mister.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Just you wait

till the police get here.

Oh!

Run, Yankee!

Run, Yankee. Run!

Give me the bat. Give me the bat.

Give me that bat.

Okay, kid, you've had your fun.

- Now give me the bat back.

- No.

I'm taking her to Chicago,

and giving her back to Babe.

- You tell him, Yank.

- I stole this thing fair and square.

My dad's gonna get his job back.

Yeah, well, I want my job back.

I'm a pitcher. I pitch.

What does a janitor do? Janit?

Oh, oh, my nose...

Oh!

Take that, you bum.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Marti, I just want to say...

Mmm-hmm?

- I want the bat.

- Yankee,

...let's get out of here.

- The bat.

- Go find my dad.

- Where's the bat?

- See you later, Yankee.

- Where's the bat? Where's the bat?

Thanks, Marti!

Gimme the bat.

Why can't you stay

on your side of the pack?

Because if I stay on that side,

I'll get all wet

...and I don't wanna get all swollen.

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