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Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Back. OK.

Uh-huh.

Y... es.

Computer:
Pawn takes Knight.

Hah!

All right, Calvin!

Whoo!

Yeah.

Go, Calvin!

I guess this would be a bad time

for me to ask for your autograph, huh?

Hi there! Oh.

Playing a little checkers I see, huh?

Computer:
Error. Error.

I was about to win.

So, are you the man I see

about Calvin Cambridge?

OK, let me get this straight...

You guys want to

have Calvin play for the Knights?

Right.

Why?

I been coaching 35 years.

This is the most ridiculous thing

I've ever heard of.

Well, you didn't see him

play at halftime.

Hey, coach.

Hi... again.

Am I gonna be a Knight?

He's 4 1/2 feet tall.

I know.

Can you imagine the press

we're gonna get?

Look, coach, I know attendance

is in the crapper, OK,

and I'm not averse to using

the word "gimmick".

This is about making money.

I see. And speaking of money...

Ah, yes, money.

Mr. Bittleman,

I'm prepared to make you an offer

of $5,000

for a one-day contract.

Ah... well.

Uh, seeing that

I'm Calvin's guardian,

uh...

I do have to make certain

that nobody takes advantage of him.

You mean except for you?

Hey, I resent that.

Uh, Mr. Bittleman, uh, perhaps,

uh, perhaps, uh...

an extra 2,500 might help

ease your worries.

Deal.

Good.

I always knew that there was

something special about Calvin.

Wow, man, you're on the Knights.

I can't believe you're gonna

get to play in the NBA.

I still can't believe

what happened to me yesterday.

Whatever I wanted to do

with the rock, I could do.

Whatever I wanted to do

on the court, I could do.

And there he was...

Tracy Reynolds, NBA superstar...

and I outplayed him.

Yeah, man.

And you hit that "J." Fade-away.

Calvin:
That was a swish.

That was a swish.

You alley-ooped yourself

off the backboard.

Reg:
Yeah, that was hot.

But... how?

That's a good question.

I don't know.

All I know is that before I had these...

All:
Sneakers.

I couldn't play like that

if my life depended on it.

Murph, hand me that ball.

Man...

you're like some

weird basketball Cinderella.

Yeah, and the clock's

gonna strike midnight

if somebody finds out.

Wow, I wish I was going with you.

Me, too.

We'll be rooting for you.

- Come on, let's go.

-Yeah.

Hey, everybody.

Hey, Trace, you need

to get your notebook out

'cause the kid is back

to school you again.

Ha ha ha. Your mama.

Hey, Tracy, look,

I'm sorry about the other day.

No, no, no.

It's all right, little man.

No need to be sorry, all right?

You got lucky.

It's all right.

Hey, I'm Joad.

Why don't you take

the locker next to mine?

Here's your uniform, Calvin.

Special ordered...

ofiicial shirt, shorts,

socks, and sneakers.

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