Little Giants Page #3

He throws. It's up.

Yeah! Touchdown!

- What a throw.

- What a find.

What a hunk. Wait a minute.

What am I saying?

I'm the Icebox.

The Icebox doesn't like boys...

...except for that one.

Hey, buddy, catch this.

- He caught it.

- Good catch.

Nice arm.

- Junior Floyd.

- I'm Hanon.

- Zolteck.

- What's up?

- I'm Tad.

- Cool.

- You wanna play some football?

- Yeah, let's see that arm again.

Where is he?

Hey, you.

Hi.

Dad, don't tell jokes. You can't tell jokes.

You never could tell jokes.

I'm gonna ask his mother

if he can play football.

I can't go in there.

I'd look like a geek.

This doesn't sound like you.

You got a crush on this guy?

I'm the Icebox.

I don't get crushes.

Oh, my God. There he is.

- He is so cute.

- Relax.

- You didn't tell me his mother's Patty Floyd.

- So?

I knew her when I was a kid.

I had a thing...

- Would you get a grip?

- Me? You get a grip.

- One of us has gotta knock on that door.

- You.

- We need a quarterback. Do it.

- No, you do it.

Hey. You traitor!

Hi. Can I?

- Danny?

- Hi.

- Danny O'Shea, how are you?

- Fine. Really good.

- Well, come on in.

- Sure.

Ready.

Go.

- Man, what an arm.

- Ready. Go.

Hanon, nice try. All right, guys.

Let's give it another shot.

Use your hands.

Ready. Go!

Oh, good catch, guys. Good catch!

My mom says the pads you gave me

weren't enough.

Push him.

Hey, this is great. Keep it up.

I don't feel a...

- Jake?

- Jake?

- He will never do it.

- They've done it already.

- Make your bet.

- Make your bet.

If these boys don't win,

I sweep the shop for three weeks.

It's gonna be a landslide,

and I'll say it again.

- lf they don't win, I'll sweep it for a month.

- Good.

- You got witnesses. Understand?

- Remember this.

Stand like this. Come on in.

It's a huddle. Huddle, Latin for round.

Turn around. There you go.

Communication is the key.

I signal the quarterback with the play.

He relates it to you in the huddle. Then,

we try it on the field. Okay, let's do it.

Okay, guys. It's a curl

out to the fullback on two.

Hey, wait a second.

How come we never call a play for me?

- You're a tackle, dip-head.

- Hey!

Nobody calls me a dip-head

except my sister.

Hey, guys. Guys. Guys, wait!

Guys, I'll run the ball.

You always run the ball.

Why can't I run the ball?

Because you're slow

and no one likes you.

- Says who?

- Everybody says.

- I call the play.

- You suck!

I want to run the ball.

- You can't go to my birthday party.

- So what?

Okay, guys. That was good

for a first time. Let's try it again.

Ready. Go!

Nice pass. Nice catch.

Junior.

Ready. Go!

- Yeah!

- Yes!

All right!

Very nice. Okay, from now on, we'll play

with this. Put this in the bathroom.

- Good job, Icebox.

- Thanks.

Anytime.

- I'll get the quarterback.

- Hut one. Hut two.

Got you!

Okay, Icebox. You can get off me.

Oh, sorry.

Gentlemen, that is your opponent.

You must defeat her at all costs.

Patterson, Becky is all they've got.

She's strong.

I want you to hit her low and hard.

Get in your position.

Head up, butt down. Stick and drive.

Set. Go!

Oh, son. Son, it's a couch cushion.

It's a couch cushion, son!

I want you to wrap your arms

and drive through it.

- Stand back. Let the master do this.

- Let's go, coach!

- Priscilla, I want you to shoot this.

- Go for it, Daddy.

Briggs, count it off.

Ready.

Set. Go!

Kevin!

Oh, doctor!

Coach!

Daddy!

If there's gonna be pee wee football

in Urbania, everybody's gonna play.

Big round of applause for the Little Giants.

She's buff. She's bad.

She's Becky "The Icebox" O'Shea.

All right. Let's give it up

for "Rad" Tad Simpson.

Rudy Zolteck,

your neighborhood-friendly gasman.

Gasman? I don't get it.

Think about it.

Here's Rasheed "Hot Hands" Hanon!

Say hello to

Timmy "I Wanna Score" Moore.

- Thanks for coming.

- That was great.

- I want a copy of that.

- You got it.

Johnny, I thought I was gonna

meet your dad tonight.

He's got business and stuff.

See you, coach.

- I'll see you.

- Bye.

Well, the dip sucked.

But bottom line, you're okay,

Coach O'Shea.

Thanks, Junior.

Do you have time to get me

your brother's autograph?

Oh, let's go.

- This was such a blast.

- It was nothing.

No, you're doing an amazing job

with those kids.

All that time I knew you, I had no idea

that you would be like this.

- Well, I was 11.

- Yeah.

I guess I've changed.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Have I changed?

Well, you're taller,

and you have your driver's license.

And to be honest with you,

your face is exactly as I remember it.

Come on, Mom.

Good night, Danny.

See you, coach.

Good night, you guys. Sleep tightly.

Tightly?

Dumb.

Okay, let's clean it up.

There he goes.

I love this. Wait, wait, wait.

Hey, Karen, how many times you gonna

watch this? It's making me nauseous.

You kill me.

No, Mom. Mom, let's calm down.

Let's calm down.

You know, I was only trying to make

a point that Becky's all they got...

...and to win, we've gotta neutralize her.

Wait, wait, wait. What about Junior?

Who?

Hut one! Hut two! Hut three!

Look at the cannon on that kid.

He's playing for the wrong team.

Hut one! Hut two! Hut three!

- Yeah!

- That's the way. All right. Come on back.

That's good, Johnny. Keep your head up.

Spies.

- Where?

- In the weeds.

Somebody's a little scared, huh?

Okay. Take a little break. Then, we'll

start running the super-secret play.

I'm just gonna get the diagram.

Coach, they're gonna do

the super-secret play.

State police? Oh, thank God.

This is Thelma May Rogers.

I'm 86. I live in Urbania.

There are two men down the bridge

from the Shell station...

...in the bushes spying on some kids.

We're all so upset.

I don't think men their age should be

parading around in their underwear.

Please, hurry.

- Nice going.

- Yeah.

This is incredible.

They got the guards in the backfield.

They... They got the center

to the right, and...

And the quarterback isn't even there.

They're standing around, Butz.

Oh, yeah.

Freeze!

- I'm on a roll, huh?

- Your sandwich, dangerous one.

Last night, I go out the window.

Today, I'm arrested...

...handcuffed, humiliated. My own brother!

lmagine how I feel married

to a peeping Tom.

That was a brilliant move...

...calling the state cops

instead of the local cops.

I didn't think Danny had it in him.

I will get him back.

This could've been avoided

if you'd just formed one team.

Don't you understand that the people

of this town expect me to win?

- Nobody buys a Chevy from a loser!

- Honey, this is peewee football. Remember?

- It's supposed to be fun.

- It's not fun anymore.

See, all the fun is gone now.

See, now it's war.

Come on. Let's go. Keep moving.

Come on. Make that cut.

Come on. Come on. Protect the ball.

Good. Good.

Lift them. Lift those legs. Thattaboy.

Drive, drive, drive!

Come on. Unload on this thing!

Very nice. Looking good. Looking good.

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