The Sandlot: Heading Home Page #3

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- [Chuckles]

- Honey.

- I've missed you so much.

Oh, honey. I'm right here.

% % [humming]

- I like this dream.

- Shh.

[Tommy Screams]

- Well, hello there, sleepyhead.

- Wh-Where am I?

You're home, sweetheart.

No, no, no.

Something's very wrong.

Mom? Am I dead?

Why would you ask

such a silly thing?

Because I'm wearing my Speed Racer P.J.'s

that I haven't seen in 30 years.

Fine. I got a little backed up

on the laundry.

There's still a lot

of unpacking to do.

Don't worry, your Batman and Robin

ones haven't run off.

- Mom, do you know how old I am?

- Twelve, almost 13.

No. I'm 41 years old.

I live in Beverly hills.

I've got a smokin'-hot girlfriend

who's got her own reality show.

I play center field for the Dodgers.

And somehow I'm back here.

And you're here.

And the pancakes smell so real.

And I think I'm gonna throw up.

All right, all right. Take it easy.

I thought you loved pancakes.

- I'll make you some eggs.

- No eggs. I do protein shakes.

- Ginseng, spirulina.

- Maybe you have a concussion

and I let you sleep too long.

I'm gonna call the doctor right now.

Mom, put down the phone.

I don't think I have a concussion.

I just think I'm dead.

[Chuckling]

I bet this'll bring you back to life.

Give me a break.

Has everyone gone nuts?

Okay, Tommy, why don't you

tell me what's wrong?

Come on, Doc. Isn't it your job

to tell me what's wrong?

All right.

Uh, how's your memory?

Well, I remember some things

like they were real.

Like my mom and the house...

and the kids from the sandlot.

But other things,

they're kind of foggy.

- Like I'm watching TiVo.

- TiVo? You mean TV? Uh, television?

No, TiVo. Pausing real time,

zapping commercials.

Unless I'm in them.

Why don't you wait outside a minute

while I talk to your mom, okay?

I'd actually prefer to stay, Doc.

My trainers back at Dodger Stadium

give me the skinny all the time.

That's what I mean. I don't know

half the things he's talking about.

Well, his... Your retinas appear to be fine,

and the heart rate is normal.

Other than a little bump

on your noggin, I think... [Chuckles]

Well, he's fine.

[Tommy]

Fine? You think I'm fine?

Look at me.

Look at this haircut.

Look at these weak little biceps.

How can you call any of this fine?

Let's go, Mom.

This guy's a quack.

Tommy, you apologize this instant.

No, no. That's okay.

Actually, Tommy, I would like to have

another word with your mother though.

- [Whispering] In private.

- Whatever.

- [Door Opens, Closes]

- Sara, I think Tommy's

suffering from some sort...

of emotional stress,

but he'll be fine.

You are the one that

I am concerned about.

Me? I'm well, thank you.

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