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you want to, if you want to bad enough.

Besides, I know you can.

Come on.

- Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!

- Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!

Stackers get ready!

- Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!

- Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!

Get set!

- Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!

- Spaz! Spaz! Spaz!

Spaz!

You did it! I told you!

That's right, Fink.

Look at those steaming weenies.

And you know

what they're saying, Larry?

They're saying, "This is the year

that Fink beats The Stomach."

No. It's a couple of guys over here,

but they're saying it.

No! Save it.

Save it for this guy.

- What, no mustard?

- Okay, hands up.

You guys know the rules.

You got five minutes.

Half-eaten weenies don't count.

May the best man win. Ready, set...

You gotta want it, Fink!

Come on, give a hundred percent for us!

Come on!

Come on, you gotta want it, Larry.

You gotta want it. This is your year.

You gotta want it, Larry.

Every day I'm eating

more and more hot dogs.

Come on, pace.

Pace, baby. Left. Swallow.

Right. Swallow. Fight hard, Larry!

You gotta want it!

The Stomach's worried, Larry.

He doesn't want it bad enough.

Come on, Fink! This is weenie war! Eat!

Come on, stretch that stomach, Fink!

Come on, eat, Fink, eat! Eat!

Please! Please, Fink, please!

Larry! Larry! Come on! Eat, Fink!

Eat!

The winner!

- Way to go, Fink.

- You beat The Stomach, Larry.

All right, now, we're close,

and we could win this thing,

- so let's get serious.

- Damn right.

Now, there's only one event left,

it's a four-mile marathon,

it's worth 20 points.

Unfortunately, our best distance runner,

Jackie, broke her ankle.

You jerk.

So, we need a distance man.

Any ideas?

- You, buddy.

- Oh, don't look at me.

I'd be puking after the first mile.

- Well, somebody's gotta do it.

- Finkelstein's your man, sir.

- Larry Finkelstein.

- Yeah!

- Here's your man.

- Come on, Tripper. No!

- Where?

- Right here. Rudy Gerner.

Please don't.

- He's the best we got.

- Get serious.

I mean, no offense, Tripper,

but that kid can't even catch a football.

Well, for your information, Phillip,

Rudy is a three-time Junior State

Long-Distance Medal Award Winner.

- Bullshit!

- And he won

a presidential citation from

his Committee on Physical Fitness.

- He's lying to me. I know it, he's lying.

- Come on.

- I can't do it, Tripper.

- Yeah, you can. Believe me.

Morty, give him a chance.

No one else wants to...

Come on, Morty! Make up your mind!

Yeah, come on, Morty,

for once make a decision.

All right! Gerner runs the marathon.

What do you think our chances are?

- I hope I don't let you down, Tripper.

- You won't.

Let's go get laid before the race, huh?

- How's the leg?

- It's okay.

Yeah, for now,

but if you don't win, we cut it off.

Okay, here's the thing.

On open ground,

this guy could probably take you,

but you're running through the woods,

you got a chance.

You're smaller, and you can run

through the bushes a little faster.

You can duck underneath them,

you know, you're like a little rabbit.

Okay? You're Rudy Rabbit, okay?

When you're running, think,

"I'm Rudy the Rabbit", okay?

Stay with him, stay right behind him,

until you get to the woods.

When you get to the woods,

pass him, just fly by him.

Don't even look in the rear-view mirror.

Just move, move, move!

You gotta be way ahead of him

when you get to the edge of the woods,

'cause when you get out,

there's a half a mile of open ground,

and that's where you're gonna have

a lot of trouble.

You gotta have a hell of a lead

when you get out of the woods, okay?

All right, what's your name?

- Rudy Gerner.

- No, it's not.

It's Rudy the Rabbit, okay?

Rudy the Rabbit!

- What's your name?

- Rudy the Rabbit.

Rudy the Rabbit, the winner.

You're the winner, Rudy the Rabbit.

Let's hear it for him.

All right, come on.

Runners take your mark!

Get set!

Run, you rascal rabbit! Run!

My God, he's sprinting!

- Bye-bye, Rudy. You did real good.

- Thanks.

- You coming back next year?

- Yeah, for sure.

Well, stay in shape.

Get on a weight program.

Stop hanging around

with all those friends of yours,

they're a bad influence.

Thanks, Tripper, for everything.

Goodbye, champ.

Go to bed! Yeah.

Hey, look! There's Gerner!

- You wanna go to the final campfire?

- All right.

If I have to.

- Hey, Tripper.

- Hey, you guys.

Hey, Trip.

Hi.

Eddy.

I just wanna say thank you.

You've all been

a really terrific bunch of CITs,

and we've had...

All had a terrific summer,

except for a few minor incidents

that I don't wanna go into right now.

But, through it all, we share things,

and we become closer,

and that even makes it harder

to say goodbye,

but I hope you've learned a lot of things,

I know I have, and I... I just wanna say,

I hope to see you all

again next summer.

Can I have some applause

for this man, please?

- All right!

- Come on!

Hey! Way to go, Mickey!

Let's hear it for Mickey!

- Hey!

- Hey!

- All right.

- Oh, lovely!

- Can you get this?

- No.

Yeah, well, I'm very close.

- Are you close?

- No.

I can't hold it.

I can't hold it any longer!

Stick your finger in my ear!

Help!

Hey, save enough for us, Tripper.

Morty.

No hard feelings?

We are the CITs, so pity us

The kids are brats, the food is hideous

We're gonna smoke and drink

and fool around

We're nookie bound

We're the North Star CITs

We are the CITs, so pity us

The kids are brats, the food is hideous

We're gonna smoke and drink

and fool around

We're nookie bound

We're North Star CITs

Here we go!

We are the CITs, so pity us

The kids are brats, the food is hideous

We're gonna smoke and drink

and fool around

We're nookie bound

We're North Star CITs

We're the North Star CITs

Here we go, you guys! Let's go!

End of the summer. You happy?

- You ready?

- Okay. Okay.

- There we are.

- Everybody there?

- Where will I stay?

- My place. Where do you think?

- Is it big enough?

- It's got a double bed.

What's the matter with you? Haven't you

ever lived with anyone before?

No. Have you?

Pets, you know, a dog, a fish.

No, I haven't.

I've never asked anyone before.

Come on,

let's go say good bye to Morty.

Oh, no.

- Bye, Morty.

- Bye, Morty.

Have a nice winter.

My father's buying a camp next year.

You wanna go up?

No. I don't think so. I...

I kind of like it here.

Oh.

Camp

ho!

Tripper!

Somebody!

Somebody!

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