Bunt for Glory

Jason, I am so bored, man. Brownie back ball contest. Lifetime Fireball supply, boy. [gasps] [grunts] And I made Chimmy's Bunts jerseys for everybody. [crowd screaming] Come on down to the stadium for the Edenton Batter Bowl. Anyone can play. Whoever hits this half ball the farthest wins a lifetime supply of Fireball. [sighs] That's right. The stadium is a miniature scale model in the pub's parking lot. [bear roaring] There's a six-foot ferret in line, boy. Secret weapon, boys. Meet Sonny boy. [bone cracking] You're going down, old men. Shit, yo. First batter faces the bear. [bear roaring] [crowd cheering] Watch this, boys. Does he know how to use that? Not a chance. [chuckles] [upbeat music] [bear roaring] [crowd cheering] Sonny boy, you came out my balls, you got my gifts. No. Shit, yo. [crowd cheering] [bear roaring] Shit, yo. Watch this, Dad. [bear roaring] Holy. [glass breaking] Boy, that went to space. Those suckers are missing out on the moose meat. [upbeat music] [moose meat thudding] Let me tell you something, that was beautiful meat. The moose meat. Oh, cheers, cuz. It's gone. Kid, new Xbox or unlimited Fireball for Dad and the old Newfie? Hmm. My balls, son. Yeah, boy, his balls. I'll meet you at home hole, man. [crying] [upbeat music] [clock ticking] [crowd cheering] [ominous music]