"Hamilton 'The Babe' Porter," Ham chuckled.
"'Long-ball' Porter," Kenny rolled his eyes.
"Come on, DeNunez," Benny said, obviously annoyed.
The boys laughed and started taunting Ham.
DeNunez pitched the baseball to Ham as Ham swung and hit it, a terrible hit really.
The boys laughed.
"You call that pitching? This is baseball, not tennis," Ham complained.
"Give him a tennis racket."
"Give me something to hit," Ham said, obviously annoyed.
"All right, Ham," DeNunez said, pulling the baseball back, getting ready to pitch it to Ham. "This is my heater."
"I dare you to hit it."
"You'll be sorry."
"Give that boy a bigger bat."
"You want the heater, I'll give it to you," DeNunez said.
"Give him a basketball. Maybe then he'll hit it."
DeNunez pitched his "heater" to Ham and Ham swung the bat, hitting the ball over a big fence.
"Yeah! That's how you do it," Ham cheered.
"Ham, you idiot. Now we can't play no more," One of the boys groaned.
"Great, you idiot!"
"Stupid idiot!"
"Low and outside. Just like I like it," Ham continued.
"I'm gonna hit you!" One of the boys threatened.
"Wait a sec. I'll get it," Scotty said, running over to the fence.
"...called shot World Series by The Babe. Called shot by the Babe," Ham continued as I ran over to my brother.
My brother and I started shifting ourselves up the fence, we were already halfway over the fence when we heard the boys shout after us.
"No!" The boys shouted in unison.
"Smalls! Little Red! Come back!"
"Hey guys, we'll get it!" Scotty shouted back.
Scotty and I had made it to the top of the fence when we were just about to throw ourselves over, when we felt hands pulling on our legs.
"Smalls!"
"Little Red!"
"What are you doing?"
"Smalls, wait!"
Scotty and I looked at each other, both confused as to what was happening.
"Guys, what are you-," Scotty was cut off by Bertram wrapping his arms around Scotty's waist, picking him up.
Bertram placed my brother on the ground as I felt a pair of arms circle around my waist.
I turned to see Benny was the one who picked me up.
I could feel my face get warm, my stomach get queasy, and my heart race like crazy.
Benny placed me softly on the ground.
I smiled and then shook my head, bringing me out of my daydream.
"What was that for?" I asked, confused.
"Get off! Guys, I gotta get the ball!" Scotty shouted.
"No, wait!"
"Get off of me! Now!" Scotty yelled, trying to climb back up the fence, the boys weren't letting him.
"You're gonna get yourself killed!"
"Killed, man, jeez!"
"Stop!"
"Holy crap, you could've been killed."
"Yeah, yeah, truly. What are you doing?"
"You guys were leaving, so I just thought I'd hop the fence-" Scotty started.
"So did I," I added.
"If you were thinking, you wouldn't have thought that."
"You can't go back there."
"Then how do we get the ball back?"
"We don't."
"We don't."
"It's history."
"It's history. Kiss it-"
"Kiss it good-bye. Shut up, Tommy," Timmy rolled his eyes.
"It's gone, man. Gone."
"Game's over, man. We'll just get another ball tomorrow."
"Yeah."
"We'll never see it again."
"Why not?" I asked.
"The Beast," The boys said in unison.
"What is that?" Scotty asked, just as confused as I was.
"Go to that fence...real slow, and be quiet."
"But...I-I think-"
"No, no, no. No, no."
"Just go and peek through that hole."
"But I-," Scotty continued. "But I saw something. What's back there?"
"It's okay. Just go."
"Just go."
"Go, Smalls."
"Come on, Smalls."
"I'll go with you," I said, following Scotty to the fence.
We both peeked into the hole in the fence as we heard the boys whispering behind us.
Through the hole, I saw the ball laying on the ground untouched.
I was confused.
I heard the boys shushing each other behind Scotty and I as I stared through the hole looking for any signs for the supposed "Beast."
Suddenly a giant paw caught my attention as the creature growled and took the ball out of sight.
I jumped, caught off guard. I turned to Scotty who looked so scared, he looked as if he was holding in a scream.
"Something got the ball," I said, turning back to the boys.
"W-what was that thing?" Scotty asked, shaking slightly.
The poor guy.
"Camp out," The boys shouted with giant smiles.
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It All Started with Baseball
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