Fired Up Page #3

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- Screw football.

The only reason we started playing

was to pull chicks.

You can't honestly tell me you enjoy

running in blazing hot pads...

...trying to catch a pass two seconds

before some 2000-pound mongoloid...

- ... crashes into your Nutter Butters.

- El Paso, here we come.

Not if it comes to us first!

Oh, sh*t.

- I'm on fire.

- Mookie!

- Water, water, water.

- I'll put you out.

I'm a hero.

Screw football. Let's go cheer.

Shawny Shawn!

We need to convince

the squad they need us.

- Not gonna be easy.

- That's why we go to Poppy.

- I wish there was another way.

- There's not.

- But I wish there was.

- But there's not. We're here.

- I wish we weren't.

- But we are.

Hi, sis.

Why am I looking at you? Speak.

Poppy, you're getting so big now.

How old are you?

I'm 60. Can we get past

the small talk?

The only time you come to see me

is when you need something.

What? Tug mags?

Mike's Hard Lemonade?

- Another ride to the clinic?

- Poppy.

No. We wanna go to that

cheerleading camp you're going to.

Since you're killing on the JV squad

and so advanced beyond your years...

...we thought you'd get us

up to speed.

Hey, buddy,

you can piss on my face...

...just don't tell me it's raining.

You guys have been through

every girl at your school...

...and you're looking

for fresh muff.

Some itchy-itchy-nah-nah.

Wall-to-wall carpet.

Okay, seriously, how old are you?

Tell you what, I'll teach you

some basic cheerleader moves.

High V's, low V's,

touchdown, baskets.

Don't the guys just throw

the girls up and then catch them?

Pretty much. But I'll let you practice

on me and tell you what they're called.

In exchange, I get Shawn's room.

- No.

- Done.

Those are my terms.

- We'll take them.

- Dude, I've got my own bathroom.

Dude, after cheer camp, you won't

even need your own bathroom.

What? What does that even mean?

Poppy, you got yourself a deal.

Teach us, we go see Carly.

- Wrong, Gossip Girl.

- What?

Carly's not one of your humpety-hump

football groupies.

She's too smart to buy that you guys

wanna be cheerleaders.

Okay, so, what's the play?

- Here she comes, here she comes.

- Go, go. Get up there.

Oh, rats.

- We got our Frisbee stuck.

- How are we gonna get it down?

- Go space shuttle.

- That's what I'm thinking.

Good idea.

- Ready?

- Okay.

One, two, three, four, five, six

Seven, grab, drop, catch

- Great job.

- Go, buddy.

Do they always get

so excited like that?

Haven't you ever seen them

do their touchdown dances?

I mean, they flip all over the place.

You'd think they were cheerleaders.

- No.

- You guys really like cheering?

That wasn't cheering,

just goofing around.

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