Warriors Of Virtue

I remember a world

with no wars...

no warriors.

All that has changed.

Now I see a dying land.

And the enemy grows stronger.

Is there someone

with the courage...

to step forward?

But I fear for him...

as I fear for us.

Ryan! Breakfast is on the table.

I've gotta run, honey.

Be back around 5:00.

Bye.

Shoot.

Bravo, no.

Look, where's Ryan?

Go on. You go find him.

Make sure he eats his breakfast.

Yeah.

What?

Do you mind?

Dog.

Yeah.

- Hey, Ryan!

- Yeah?

To your right.

Have I told you

about the real kung fu masters?

Then let go

of your limitations.

Imagine a world

beyond anything you've ever seen.

A world of no worries, of perfect bliss,

where anything can happen.

A world defended

by great warriors.

No guns, no lasers,

no morphing.

They use the forces of nature

as their weapons.

Fire, metal...

wood...

water...

and earth.

Warriors who fight

for integrity and honor...

sail upon their enemies

with the grace of a dancer...

and knock them senseless...

with the touch of a feather.

Well, it's cooking time.

Hey, Ming.

Are they real?

Ancient Chinese secret.

Red for 12!

Set, hut!

- Go!

- Go, Ken!

- We can still win.

- There's no way they can make it.

Time out!

- Red team.

- Ryan, Chucky, today!

Coming, Coach.

- Guys, we have time for one more play.

- Here you go.

We're gonna sweep left. No, we're gonna

sweep right. Toby, you get the ball.

No way, Coach. Left tackle's

been bustin' through the line all game.

Hey, I've played a few games

in my day, son. Okay?

I said sweep right, so we're

gonna sweep right. Now let's go!

- We can do it.

- Yeah, it's a good play.

- Brad.

- Guys, throw 'em over here.

Thanks.

Their right safety comes in

on every running play.

If you fake to Toby, then bootleg left,

you have a clear path to the end zone.

Sure, "Coach. "

All right. Ready!

- Break!

- Gimp!

Let's go, Ry.

Blue 42! Go!

Hut!

All right! Way to go!

Wow!

Yes!

All right!

Nice call.

Thanks, Chucky.

You got dissed, man.

It was your call.

What's the difference?

You. That's the whole point.

- You made the difference.

- Watch out!

Hey, we're walkin' here!

Hey, Brad!

Ryan called your winning play.

Aren't you gonna thank him?

Did you say somethin',

or did you fart?

Ryan called the play.

You heard him.

And he told you

exactly what to do.

Oh, really? I thought you said

that was your ingenious idea.

Bootleg left,

clear path to the end zone.

- That was a great call, man.

- Thanks.

Too bad you can't play ball.

You're pretty smart.

Come on.

Let's get lost.

Wait a second.

You want to hang out

with us tonight?

- Yeah. Sure.

- Cool.

Well, we'll be around

the Orono tunnel about 8:00.

- Great. We'll be there.

- All right.

You too, Upchuck.

Break.

You got a death wish, man?

I mean, the guy's evil.

Lucifer thinks

he's a little extreme.

- He's up to somethin'.

- So you're not comin'?

I didn't say that.

After all, you're the man.

See you there.

Pass!

Touchdown!

An incredible pass from the man

simply known as...

"Ry. "

- Darn.

- Hey, Mom.

The man I was looking for.

Dinner's almost served.

Fabulous frozen. Got a showing in 20

minutes, so you'll have to eat alone.

- How was your game?

- We won.

Brad got a touchdown

on the last play.

- I came up with the play.

- Really?

Hey, that's great.

I'm very proud of you.

Proud of what?

I didn't score the touchdown.

That's okay.

- Yeah, right.

- No, it is. You're a part of that team.

And it sounds to me like

they couldn't have won without you.

When's Dad getting back?

Now, are you saying that your father is

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