Everyone's Hero Page #5

- You know, you're right.

- You are getting swollen.

- Where, where?

In your big fat bat head.

Oh, you are gonna get it.

You and that horse you came off of.

Oh, is that a threat?

Give me your best swing.

My best swing,

and your stitches are gonna need stitches.

Will you two just knock it off!

- Well, what's wrong with him?

- I'll tell you what's wrong with him.

He's a ten-year-old kid,

stuck in the middle of nowhere

with a selfish bat

who treats him like a pack mule.

- I do not treat him like a pack mule.

- Oh, yeah?

Ever thank him for saving you from Lefty,

or carting you all the way back

to Chicago?

I...

Yankee, it occurs to me

that I have not properly thanked you

from saving me from that ruffian,

Lefty Maginnis,

and carrying me all this way.

- That's okay.

- No, it most certainly is not.

My mama would just be mortified

at my behavior,

and I just want to tell you how much

I appreciate what you're doing for me.

Yankee, is there something else

bothering you?

- I miss my mom and dad.

- You know what?

Sometimes, Babe misses his family

when he's on the road, too.

Why?

He's surrounded by reporters

and fans and everything.

That's true, but they're not there

'cause they're his friends.

They just hang around 'cause he's famous.

You know something?

You remind me a lot of Babe.

- Oh, please.

- Really?

Oh, yes. You know, I believe

he's gonna like meeting you.

Thanks, Darlin'.

No, no. Thank you, Yankee.

Oh, brother.

You could pour this stuff on pancakes.

Here's the windup, and the pitch.

It's a home run! The crowd goes wild!

They're going nuts in Chicago!

I'd like to thank

all the little people.

But especially myself!

- What?

- Mr. Cross.

- It's Lefty.

- Lefty, my boy, the plan is working.

The Series is virtually in the bag.

- Where are you?

- Where am I? I'm on the...

I'm on the phone in Toledo, Ohio.

I... I just needed to change trains.

Do you have the at-bay with you?

The bat is...

It's on its way to Chicago, boss.

If the bat's on its way,

but you're in Toledo,

I'm feeling like you're not being

completely honest with me, Lefty.

You don't have the bat, do you?

- I'm... I...

- You moron!

There's one game left in this Series.

If I don't have that bat in my paws

before it starts,

you don't have a job, Lefty. All right?

You know what I think?

- I think there's trouble with this line, boss.

- Hello?

- I think the phone isn't working!

- Operator. Operator?

- Can you hear me, boss?

- Operator.

- Hello! Hello!

- Lefty, hello?

- What a jerk!

What was that, Lefty?

- I said the phone doesn't work.

- Lefty.

- Work!

- Who has the bat?

- Doesn't work!

- I said who has it, Lefty?

- Work! Work! Work!

- Hello?

Fine.

Would you autograph

my program, please?

Sure thing, miss.

Hey!

Hey, now. Hey. Hello. Oh, hi!

- Hello, thank you so much.

- Hey, bat girl, they're not cheering for you.

Oh, but they should be.

Gee, Mr. Brewster,

would you sign this for us, please?

- Sure. Sure, kids.

- Thank you.

- Yes!

- There you go.

You keep on rooting for us, all right?

- Thank you, Mr. Brewster.

- Thank you.

- See you soon...

- Excuse me, Mr. Brewster?

Cap, let's go.

All right, Hank. All right.

Yankee fan, huh?

Your boys gonna be able

to pull themselves out of the fire?

- What do you mean?

- Yankees lost again last night.

- Got beat bad.

- Oh, no!

- Lost again?

- Yup. The Series is all tied up.

Only one game left.

All right, Willie.

Let's get something going here.

- Watch your head, son.

- Whoa!

I could have caught that

with my eyes closed.

What are they doing?

Oh, my gosh! They're mimes.

Get me out of here.

Never seen anyone

play shadow ball before, huh?

Keeps us on top of our game.

Hey, everybody. This is Yankee Irving

and he's riding with us to Chicago.

How're you doing, Yankee?

- Hey, Willie, are we still playing?

- Yankee here's gonna pinch hit for me.

- You think you can handle it?

- I can hit anything Hank can throw.

Get on up there, hip-pockets.

Welcome to the big leagues, son.

- Batter up.

- Yankee...

Hey, just a minute, y'all.

Look here, son,

your stance has got all kinds of style.

Yeah, you look good.

You just ain't gonna hit nothing.

Half of hittin' is balance.

You get your feet set right and

you could hit anything you can reach.

Keep your knees bent

and your head down.

I'm not sure I can take much more of this.

- Hey, hey.

- Yank's got a baseball right here.

What happened to the invisible ball?

Oh, relax, you knuckle ball.

How can something so round

be so square?

- Whoa!

- Balance, that's the key to hittin' the ball.

Now you're getting it.

Whoa!

I'm afraid of heights!

I got it, I got it, I got it.

That was kind of fun,

but don't do it again, okay?

What am I saying? That was fun.

Whoa! Come on.

Come on, put some pepper on me.

I want more. Give me more!

I'm a screwball!

He looks like a pro.

- Look at you. You've got great form.

- Really?

Look at me, Yank.

Coming through. Look at this.

Yippety-do! Come on, come on, come on.

Okay, now you go ahead,

you show them how to do it.

Here comes the gas.

This is easy. I can do this.

- That's the way you swing it!

- All right. Yeah!

- Did you see me? I did it!

- We're having fun now.

Oh, this boy means business.

This is a little tiny Babe

right here.

Wow.

Look, son.

The Yankees always stay at this hotel.

You're gonna be okay here.

I want you to go inside

and call your daddy.

I will, Mr. Brewster.

- And thanks for everything.

- So long, slugger.

Bye-bye now, Yankee.

- Bye, guys. See you later.

I'll be seeing you, hip-pockets.

Take care, kid.

Good luck.

Oh! Ah!

Wow.

Some joint.

Poor Babe.

He must be devastated without me.

Hey, Babe! Hey, Babe!

Hey, Babe!

Hey, how are you folks? Good to see you.

Babe Ruth.

That's Babe!

That's my Babe! Look at Babe!

Get him to sign me.

Maybe I'll be worth something someday.

Hey, good to see you.

How've you been?

Hey, Babe. When are

you Yankees gonna turn it around, huh?

Hey, baseball is full of surprises.

Anything can happen.

Hey, Babe,

smile for the camera.

I believe the ragamuffin convention

is in the alley behind the hotel.

But I need to see Babe.

As do several hundred other baseball fans.

I thought you said this is...

- Hey.

Hey, Lou.

Get a load of this kid.

- You little ruffian!

- I told you...

- No, no. Let me go. I just got to see Babe.

- This hotel is not for snotty-nosed brats...

Hey, Mr. D. Bring that kid back over here.

Hey, kid, you hungry?

But Mr. Ruth, this hotel is for guests only.

Yeah, well, he's my guest.

- Yes, sir, but...

- Bring him a banana split or something.

- Bring me one, too.

- Hey, what're you doing?

Hey, oy. Yankee! She, she...

But she... Darlin'!

Hey, Yankee... Hang on, Darlin'!

This looks like a job for Superball!

Up, up and away!

- So, what's your name, kid?

- Yankee Irving, sir.

Hey, you got spunk, you know that?

He reminds me of me back in the day.

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