Little Giants Page #4

Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit.

That's right, guys. Make them pop.

Yes!

You'll have to put the top up

if you want us to wash it.

I didn't come for a car wash.

You're wasting our time with this team.

We should concentrate on Sutterville.

Jeez, Dan, you don't even belong

on the same field as your brother.

One dollar for the wash, Butz.

You'll just embarrass yourself

with them dirt-balls.

Hell, if I was a mama hen

and they was my chicks...

...l'd lead them to water

and let them drown.

Harold, you're the tenth car

that's come in here today.

You're entitled to a free wash.

Okay, guys. Wash it.

Hey, Junior.

Truce.

No!

Hey, Dan, we're next.

- Hey, Uncle Dan.

- Hi, Deb.

- Hi, Junior.

- Hey.

Hey, Becky, check it out. My mom

got us new uniforms for the game.

- Cool.

- I am so jealous of you...

...being in the huddle with Junior Floyd!

Even 12-year-old girls think he's a fox.

- Yeah, well, I really don't notice.

- Well, see you.

Yeah.

Hey. Hi, Junior.

What's up?

I wanted to let you know

I'm gonna be at the game Saturday.

Hey, Icebox, maybe you

should become a cheerleader.

Bubbles and stuff.

Junior!

Hey, don't!

There you go.

Give me a J

Give me a U

- Give me an N

- Becky!

Hey, I got an idea

for a whole new defense.

I read about a monster-back thing where

you run around causing destruction.

Are you wearing lipstick?

No. It's a cherry Tootsie Pop.

O'Shea Chevrolet.

I got a hot tip for you, Mr. Heisman.

Butz!

- Go ahead, Orville. I'm listening.

- There's a new family in town.

They got a tough 10-year-old.

He's a monster.

Now I'm talking real big.

Oh, yeah? How big?

Put it this way.

If he was a trout,

you wouldn't throw him back.

- Thanks a lot, buddy. I owe you one.

- Thanks.

- Hi, big Jim.

- Hey there, Kevin.

Hey, Kev. Where you going?

Just out for a little spin, Danny.

What's with the go-cart?

Becky asked me to check the compression.

- You following me?

- No.

You following me?

No.

- Are you lying to me?

- No.

He's mine, Danny! Damn it!

Here they come! Danny's in the go-cart.

This whole town may love you...

...but I'm the only one

who knows how sick you are.

- I treated you like a prince.

- You ignored me!

- I took you to see the Cleveland Indians.

- You left me at the stadium.

Damn it!

Excuse me.

Are you...?

Hey, don't tell me. You're Coach O'Shea.

Yeah, I'm Coach O'Shea.

You're Coach O'Shea! Who am I?

Look at this.

Who am I?

Oh, you're remembering

my old playing days.

Remembering them? I treasure them.

You're the reason we moved to this town,

you and that football league.

You... You look kind of small

for a football star.

That's what they all thought.

Yeah.

- So where is your?

- His name's Spike.

He's right here.

Hang on a second. Spike!

Come on down here.

I want you to meet Coach O'Shea.

Look at the boy.

He was bred for football glory.

The first skin he touched was a pigskin.

Pushing a football across the floor

with his head at four months old.

Did his first pull-up when he was

18 months. Give me 10!

Runs a 40 in 6.5 flat.

Bench-presses twice his own weight.

Won the 8-year-old division of the pass,

punt, run when he was 5 years old.

O'Shea, I've been cultivating him,

grooming him.

Every night, before he goes to bed...

...I massage his hamstrings

with evaporated milk. Yeah.

He's quite a boy.

Play to die!

Knees high! Knees high!

Guys, I got great news.

We got a new player.

Mama!

- Who's that?

- Looks like a side of beef.

Or a genetics experiment

gone terribly wrong.

- Where's his socks?

- Where's his neck?

He's bigger than my dad.

Spike's in hell.

Spike's in peewee hell.

Guys, Spike's our new tailback.

Now we can run the annexation

of Puerto Rico.

- What's that?

- I don't know if we're ready for that.

- What formation do you like to run out of?

- Power-I. Now, who's Spike's lead blocker?

The Icebox.

- Where's he at?

- Right here.

Is Spike mistaken? Aren't you a girl?

Gee, good eye.

- Spike don't play with girls.

- She's pretty good, Spike.

Spike don't care. Didn't you hear?

Spike don't play with...

I can tackle anything, anytime, anywhere.

Got that?

Look, you berserk-o Barbie doll,

when you mess with Spike...

...you mess with death.

- Can you walk the walk?

- Try me!

- I will!

- Let's go!

- Right now!

Somebody call 911!

All right. Okay. Okay. Hold it.

Becky, wanna get that car for me, please?

Why me? So you can play with this ape?

Can I have a little word with you, please?

Your leg's bigger than my body.

With this guy, we got an actual shot

at winning this.

Give me a minute to get him used

to the idea of playing with a girl.

You don't think I can take him, do you?

This is a bunch of crap.

- Shirley.

- Hi, Kevin.

Icebox not hungry?

Alert the media.

- How you doing, hotshot?

- Hey, Louise. Thank you, dear.

Good shot.

- You still mad at me for not picking you?

- No.

- I guess you got your own team now.

- It's not my team.

It's Spike's team.

Dad's got a big crush on him.

Don't be so hard on the old man.

It can't be easy on him

having me as a brother...

...or you as a daughter.

Very funny.

People like you and me, we're stubborn.

If we don't get our own way, watch out.

When you played football

you wanted to kill your coach too?

Hey, you can't fault the guy

for trying to win.

He doesn't wanna win.

He wants to prove he's not scared of you.

What do you want?

I thought I wanted to play,

but now there's all this other stuff.

What other stuff?

Not football stuff.

Debbie likes Junior, doesn't she?

Does Veronica like Archie?

She's gonna get him. I know it.

You know, she'd probably kill me

if she knew I told you this...

...but you wanna find a boy,

you gotta figure out how boys think.

And if this boy's a quarterback,

he's probably gonna want some cute girl...

...not some teammate.

But I don't know about being a cute girl.

I'm good at sports.

Of course you are. You're an O'Shea.

But listen to me.

You got a lot more to offer than football.

- A lot more.

- You think so?

I know so.

Hey, Uncle Kevin.

Do you think I'm pretty?

No.

I think you're beautiful.

Okay, guys. Let's make

this power-I formation work.

- Ready!

- Break!

Ready. Set.

Hut one. Hut two!

You call this a team?

Hey, pretty boy,

when you hand off to Spike...

...put it here. Boom!

And you, fat lineman!

You rang?

Get your jellyrolls out of Spike's way...

...unless you want cleat marks

up your fat back.

Spike!

Come get in the car, son.

What's going on?

Oh, no.

You're a Cowboy now.

Thank you, football god.

Where's he going?

So you're a Heisman Trophy winner?

I said I was Coach O'Shea, not Kevin.

You must think you're pretty slick, huh?

I can't wait till tomorrow.

One more day, baby!

One more day.

- Great. Now the other guys have Spike.

- We got nothing.

- We got us.

- Yeah, we stink!

- Because you can't catch.

- At least he can walk.

- Hey, Zolteck, have another Pop-Tart.

- Or can't you open your mouth wide enough?

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