Fantastic Mr Fox, The Page #5

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The center-tagger lights the

pine-cone and chucks it over the basket,

...and the whack-batter tries to hit the

cedar-stick off the cross-rock.

Then the twig-runners dash back and forth

until the pine-cone burns out,

...and the umpire calls "hot box".

Finally, at the end you

count up however many score-downs

...it adds up to and divide that by nine.

- Got it!

- Go in for Ash.

Substitution!

Ash, come out!

You need a breather.

What? I'm out!

What?

I still feel good, Coach!

Let me finish this eighth!

No, come on. Step out.

Step out. Let's go.

Am I getting better, Coach?

Well, you're sure as cuss

not getting any worse.

Really? You think I'd end up being as

good as my dad if I keep practicing?

Your dad?

Your dad was probably the best

whack-bat player we ever had in this school.

No, you don't wanna

have to compare yourself to that.

Yeah, but I think I've some of the same

raw natural talent, don't you?

You're improving.

Let's put it like that.

Hot box!

- Divide that by nine, please!

Yeah! That's the first time this

kid's ever swung a whack-bat?

He really is your father's nephew,

isn't he?

Not by blood.

- No?

- He's from my mother's side.

Oh, yeah.

What's that stand for?

Huh? It's for...

It's for pep.

Pep? It's a K.

Come on, now!

Look alive! Attaboy!

We're going steady.

What's that?

- What "what"?

What this?

It's nothing. It's just some old trophy

I won for being an athlete.

I'm supposed to cover this book party

at some animal's nest

...in a tobacco field down the hill,

...so me and Kylie are going to hop

over there and give it a whirl.

- Don't wait up.

- What's the book?

Some memoir.

I'll get him to sign you a copy.

Dinner was...

...pitch-perfect.

I spotted a couple of

broken burglar bars...

...underneath the back door

to Bean's secret cider cellar.

- We're breaking into Bean's house?

- Cellar.

- Where he lives?

- Where he keeps the cider.

- Below where he lives.

- Where'd you come from?

Go back to the tree

and do your homework!

- I wanna help you steal some cider.

- We're going to a book party!

And keep your mouth shut about any cider,

because no one ever said that.

- Now get out of here!

- But...

But nothing! You're gonna

get me in a lot of trouble!

Besides you're too little

and uncoordinated.

One, two, three.

Where the cuss does that kid get off?

Can you believe that?

How did he get tipped off?

You think he's going to tell on us?

Before we go any further, from now on

can you give me some kind of signal...

...once in a while just so I know

any of this is getting through to you?

- Was that it? Okay, fine.

- There's another one.

Good. You made it.

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