# Boys!
# If we get it wrong, we'll make it right, we're not alone
# Girls!
# Six can become one when we work together
# Boy Girl Dog Cat Mouse Cheese!
# Guess you're stuck with me
# Boy Girl Dog Cat Mouse Cheese!
# Guess we're family. #
Putt-putt isn't about style,
it's all about strength.
GLASS SMASHES AND CAR ALARM BLARES
Or is it the other way around?
Heavens, this brutal sport is exhausting!
Could you guys keep it down, please?
I really need to concentrate here.
GRUNTS
Oh, yeah, perfect as usual!
Oh, whoops. OK, I'll just...
Darn!
Crud! Argh!
Sweet Grandma's fudge, I'm never going to sink it!
Ha-ha.
Double ha-ha.
The Smiths!
SHE SNIFFS
Well, that explains the pungent aroma of lameness in the air.
Ho-ho.
I don't know this tappy-tap-tappy game you're playing,
but this is a real sport.
This is putt-putt.
THEY GASP
See that? Yeah, you did.
Now, why don't you bad putt-putters leave the course?
Why don't you leave the universe?
Actually, leaving the universe is im... Oof!
THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER
Attention, putters.
We have a big tournament coming up.
Do you have an enemy you'd just love to beat at putt-putt?
Then enter today and destroy them!
CLEARS THROAT
Er, destroy them metaphorically.
I didn't point that out last time, and things got, er, ugly.
Sign up today.
Tournament, eh?
Sign me up and make my greatness official. Heh-heh.
You won't be laughing when Boy wins the tournament and kicks your butt.
Ha-ha, who Boy? Me Boy? This guy Boy?
Pur-lease! How's HE going to win?
That dude can't even make a simple putt.
He will, after we train him and make him a professional putter.
THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER
We'll see about that, losers.
OK, on each hole, it takes Boy about 22 shots to sink the ball.
Wow, big number. Way to go, Boy!
No, you win with the lowest number,
and 22 is far too high.
Way to stink, Boy!
But with intensive training,
we'll bring that number down to single digits.
So, let the training begin.
HE BLOWS WHISTLE
RELAXING MUSIC PLAYS
SOBBING
Stevie, are you crying?
No...
I'm allergic to this bush.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It's Susie.
She's pressuring me to win...a lot.
Yeah, my family's doing that, too.
But I'd rather be spending my time on the important things in life.
You like bobbleheads?
I'm a bobblehead head, too!
In bobblehead land,
nobody worries about putting stupid balls in stupid holes.
Yeah, and there's no family pressure either.
You just shake your head in the air like you just don't care.
THEY LAUGH
STEVIE SIGHS
You know, Susie has me so busy,
I still haven't seen the new Lieutenant Scaredy-Pants movie.
Really? It's great! He stays inside the whole movie and reads.
So, Lieutenant Scaredy-Pants doesn't risk getting hurt?
Or teased. He's an inspiration. Let's go see it.
But weren't you out here training?
Well, huh,
some things are more important in life. Come on!
FILM MUSIC PLAYS
Wow, I can't believe we watched that four times.
So, what cool adventures are we having tomorrow?
Oh, um, well...
I should probably get back to practising putt-putt.
Oh, have fun.
I'll just be in the park, crying in the b-b-bushes.
STEVIE SOBS
You know what? Forget putt-putt!
Let's keep having our own fun tomorrow, huh?
Really?
OK, that'd be great, bro.
GASPS
Wait, did you just call me bro?
You're more than just a bro.
We're now BBFs. Huh?
TOGETHER: Best Bros Forever!
THROATS CLEARING
We've been looking for you all day.
Where's your Boy butt been?
Um, training, and nobody else was with me. I was totally alone.
And I was all by myself, too.
But we're supposed to coach you.
And you guys have done such a great job,
but I'm going to practise by myself these next few days, OK?
Well, as long as you promise to win the tournament.
And promise to stomp that stupid Stevie Smith into the ground.
Grrr!
Er, yeah! Stevie Smith.
You should see what I'm going to do with him.
STEVIE LAUGHS
THEY LAUGH
LOUD GASPS
OK, this is not what you think.
You're eating with the enemy instead of practising?
OK, so it is what you think.
But we're friends now.
SCREAMS
Please tell me I'm sound asleep and having the worst nightmare ever!
Nope, it's true.
Sorry, sis, but Boy and I are bros now.
GIRLS: What about the tournament?
Stop copying me.
You guys take it way too seriously.
Tomorrow, at the tournament, we're just gonna have fun.
Fun? But what about winning?
I'm already winning. I made a new friend.
THEY LAUGH
OK, BBF, let's get this silly tournament out of the way.
Less time putting, more time bobbling.
OK, putters, the tournament will officially begin now.
Yeah!
BOTH: Ooh... Argh!
Wow, what an exciting tournament, folks!
Well, now we're here at the last hole,
with Stevie and Boy tied for the lead.
One of them will win, but who? Ooh...
Oh, have you caught that loser's loserness?
Emergency meeting now!
This game is too close. You're playing terribly.
Wait, you don't actually like Boy, do you?
Do you? No, no.
Oh, yeah? Then say it.
Say, "I only pretended to be Boy's friend to make him lose."
Sure, no problem.
OVER MICROPHONE: I only pretended to be Boy's friend to make him lose.
Oh...
So, it was all just a lie?
Er...by pretending to be your friend and hanging out,
it kept you from practising.
But then, I started to actually like you, Boy.
You're a great friend, and I'll prove it.
Whoever makes this final shot wins, right? So...
What did you just do?
He deliberately missed so I could win.
Then I'm missing my shot, too.
We'll tie and we'll both win.
You promise? I promise...bro.
Argh!
Boy wins!
SHOUTS: Sorry to yell, but someone stole the microphone
my wife gave me.
But...but you promised we'd tie.
Bros don't lie to each other.
We are done!
Wait, Stevie.
SUSIE LAUGHS
Oh!
Don't sweat it. You've still got us.
TOGETHER: Best brother ever!
Meow.
Psst! Stevie? Huh?
What do you want, ex-best bro?