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Here you go!

Kid!

Kid!

Hey, kid!

Wake up!

You’re turning me into a spitball.

How long you been taking trombone lessons?

Good morning.

I thought you were giving that up.

My dad says you should never give up something you love.

Has he ever seen you bat?

Hey!

So, you know a lot about baseball, right?

I mean, since you are one.

I know one thing about baseball, it stinks.

And you saw me play baseball, right?

Make that two things.

It stinks and so do you.

Well, then maybe you can give me some pointers.

I could point you to another hobby.

How about marbles or kite watching?

You can watch people fly kites.

How can you hate baseball?

You are a baseball.

Kid, look, baseball’s only gonna break your heart.

Did you know I made it to the majors?

You were in the majors?

Oh, yeah.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Sun was shining, forty thousand fans screaming as I’m tossed to the mound.

It was like a dream come true.

All I ever wanted was to be home run ball.

And on the very first pitch, crack, I’m on my way going, going,

foul.

That’s right, kid, foul ball.

Right out of the park.

Dreams and everything vanished.

And did anyone ever come look for me?

No.

They left me out there to rot.

So believe me when I tell you, baseball is a field of broken dreams.

Trust me, I know.

Mr. Robinson.

Good morning, Stanley.

Mrs. Irving.

I’m sorry to bother you so early, but we have a real problem here.

What sort of a problem, sir?

This is Officer Bryant.

Hello.

Someone broke into the Yankees’ locker room.

Oh, no.

Babe Ruth’s bat is missing.

You were the only one there with the keys, Mr. Irving.

What are you implying?

Did you see anyone else in the locker room last night?

Wait.

There was a security guard.

Yankee.

Dad, after you left the locker room a security guard came in and told me to get out.

You took your son into the locker room?

It was just for a minute.

Do you mind if I look in his room?

Excuse me, my son is not a thief.

Irving.

Thank God you’re here.

This kid is crazy.

First he put me in the underpants drawer, then he pushed me underwater, then he forced me to eat meatloaf.

This is a disaster.

Meatloaf!

The Series is only half over.

Are you listening?

What am I gonna tell the Babe?

We need to pack all the gear for Chicago today.

The bat’s not here.

Son, if you know what happened to the bat, you need to come clean now.

But that’s what I’m trying to tell you.

Stanley, this is a real mess.

I.

I know, Mr. Robinson.

As the General Manager of the New York Yankees, I have no other choice.

You’re fired.

Fired?

Mr. Robinson, please.

Stanley, someone has to be held responsible.

It was your shift.

If Babe’s bat is found, then I’ll reconsider, but, until then, I’m sorry.

Stanley, what are we gonna do?

We’re gonna be out on the streets.

I’ll get another job.

I’ll get two jobs.

There are no jobs.

Yankee, you were alone in that locker room.

Now the bat’s missing.

Stanley.

Emily,

there was no security guard on duty.

Yes, there was.

Maybe he took the bat.

That’s enough.

Son, what happened to the bat?

I don’t know.

Go to your room.

Why don’t you believe me?

Go to your room.

What was all that?

What’s with the coppers?

Someone stole Babe Ruth’s bat.

Good.

Screwie, my dad got fired.

Not good.

Why would someone steal Babe’s lucky bat?

The Yankees are gonna lose the Series for sure.

Whoa, kid, you’re watching way too many newsreels.

That lucky bat stuff is a bunch of malarkey.

How do you know?

You were only in for one pitch.

Ooh, that hurt.

That guard had to take the bat.

Why would a Yankees security guard steal Babe Ruth’s bat?

Now, if it were a Chicago Cubs security guard, that I could believe.

Wait a minute.

Hey, hey, hey, I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

I still can’t breathe.

Hey, I knew I’d seen that face before.

What are you babbling about?

The security guard was Lefty Maginnis, pitcher for the Chicago Cubs.

Lefty’s the biggest cheater who ever stepped on a mound.

Lefty stole the bat so Babe can’t hit.

The Yankees will lose the Series.

I’ve got to tell Dad.

Yeah, and don’t forget to mention that you heard it from your friendly neighborhood talking baseball.

Kid, this is just a crazy theory and even if it were true, no one’s gonna believe you.

You don’t have any proof.

Then I’ll get some proof.

How?

Most of the Cubs are heading for Chicago.

What’re you gonna do?

Sneak out of the house, go down to Penn Station, and search every single passenger?

Right.

Oh, no.

If we go to Penn Station, we may catch him there.

I got to learn to keep my mouth shut.

Whoa!

Oh!

This can’t work.

You’re just a kid and this is the real world, not some fantasy land filled with gumdrop fairies and.

You’re coming with me.

Yeah, I think maybe not, but thanks for the invite.

Screwie, I have to do this for my dad.

All right, don’t look at me.

Don’t look at me like that.

Stop it, stop.

Okay, fine, let’s make a deal.

I’ll help you to find the bat if you take me back to the sandlot, and leave me to rot in peace.

Deal?

Deal.

Hmm.

Oh, whoa!

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

Uh-oh.

What do you mean by “uh-oh”?

Uh-oh!

Uh-oh!

Okay, we’re fine.

I’m okay.

Not fine!

My head!

My butt!

My head!

My butt!

Oh!

So far, so good.

Are you okay?

You were screaming pretty loud.

I wasn’t screaming.

I was laughing.

Ha!

See?

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Laughing.

There’s a million people here.

How we gonna find Lefty?

Just keep looking, all right?

We gotta hurry.

Why don’t we come back in 10 years?

When you’re taller.

Make way, there, folks.

Coming through, coming through.

See anything yet?

I see a sock, a candy wrapper, a Life Saver covered in lint.

Hmm.

Pineapple.

Screwie.

This is no time to fool around.

Now do you see anything?

I see thousands of people going about their business, none of which is ours.

There’s only one train to Chicago, so Lefty will have to be on it.

We’re gonna stake it out.

“Stake it out”?

What, what, what, now you’re with the FBI?

All aboard for the County Peabody Express.

Better off rotting up in that sandlot.

I got to get stuck with J.

Edgar Hoover Junior, here.

How are we gonna cover the whole train?

There’s like 50 cars and 100 passengers, and.

Holy Mackerel!

Bingo.

That’s got to be Babe’s bat.

Okay, we found him.

I’ll give you that.

But anything could be in that case.

A trombone, a wooden leg, a pogo stick.

Well, there he goes,

so I guess we’ll never know.

Too bad.

Come on, boys.

All aboard!

Hey, wait, wait.

Where are you taking me?

Take a head count when you get inside, okay?

I think that’s him.

Let’s call the cops.

I’m not sure.

Take a closer look.

Wow!

Is it him?

There’s a horse jumping off a diving board.

Wait, I think that’s Eleanor Roosevelt.

Screwie, is it Lefty or not?

Take a quick look as you roll yourself back.

Roll myself back from.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Ow, what a headache!

Nope.

No.

Hello.

No.

Did you see him?

Third row, aisle seat.

Where are you going?

Good.

You got it, now take me back to the sandlot.

Oh, no!

Huh?

Uh-oh.

Oh, rats!

Oh, no!

Good.

That thing’s brought us nothing but trouble.

Hey, you!

Stop right there.

I’m a ball.

I’m probably gonna survive this, but you, you’re a squishy little kid.

Whoa.

Screwie.

Yankee, help me!

Give me back my box, kid.

Huh?

Oh!

Huh?

Oh, yeah, the kid’s still got the moves.

Sir, I need to see your ticket!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Kid, you’re gonna get such a time-out.

The fun’s over, you little punk.

Screwie, hang on!

Gotcha!

Hey, you.

Hit him!

Use your elbow.

Kicking is good.

Oh, that can’t feel good.

Doesn’t really hurt so bad.

Wait.

Yes, it does hurt.

Here it comes.

Oh, yeah.

Oh!

But I need to get to New York.

New York?

That way.

You can buy yourself a ticket inside.

Oh, great.

No tickets, no train, no sandlot.