![]() (Marshall looks outside to see the backyard and hears growling.) Marshall (narrating): That night I learned that more than 150 baseballs even when some brave pup worked up enough courage to peek over. (Marshall stands up and looks at everyone else. Zuma: Stick your head out that window and look down! You guys are just making this up to scare me. Rubble: One pup did, but nobody ever seen him again. Henry: See, man? That's why you can't go over there. Nobody ever has. (Zuma is finished and he turns off the latern and puts it down. Zuma: And so, The Beast sits there under that lean-to, dreaming of the time he can chase and kill again. (Squidman mouths the words each time Zuma says it.) Zuma (narrating): They said until forever. Forever. Porter asks how long his dog will stay under the house.) Porter asked the cops how long he had to keep The Beast chained up like a slave. And that's where he'll be for the rest of his life. Because Mr. Porter to turn his backyard into a fortress and chain up The Beast and put him under the house where he could never get out to eat children or pups and stuff. Porter to chain The Beast and put him under the house. The Beast was too good at his guard dog job, so the police said he had to be retired. My grandpa, Squidman, was police chiefback then. Some people say they all got away. But we all know what really happened. The Beast ate them. Zuma (narrating): They never found a single body. Not one. People begin to clear away the junkyard.) Porter comes over to the policemen with The Beast. Zuma (narrating): It added up to about 120. Zuma (narrating): The Beast was the most perfect junkyard dog that ever lived. A true killing machine. But after a while, the cops started getting phone calls from people reporting all the missing thieves, the ones The Beast had killed. (Men are thrown at the cars and they scream. ![]() Zuma (narrating): And he did, and he liked it a lot! (The beast hits the thieves and drags them away.) Zuma (narratng): To kill everyone that broke in! (The thieves look around and then look in front of them in fear. Zuma (narrating): And so, in a few weeks, the robot pup grew into The Beast. And he grew big, and he grew mean. So that he could protect the junkyard with only one thing on his mind: 2 crab thieves sneak into the junkyard to rob the place.) Giant footsteps are heard followed by giant paws of a dog. Pieces of bones from the beef are thrown back outside. (A big piece of beef is thrown to the trailer and it disappears inside. Zuma (narrating): He fed him whole sides of beef and turned the robot pup loose in the junkyard. And the robot pup was grateful. Porter, the dude that used to own the place, got him this new robot pup from the dog pound. His first tail antennae has an orange end, and his new tail antennae has a purple end.) His tail serves as his antennae to recieve commands. His collar has a blue tag with a white paw on it, and it's also his off button. His face is a screen with eyes and a black nose. Porter walks a broken trailer with a small white robot puppy with blue floppy ears. Zuma (narrating): Back to a place called Porter's Acres. It all started about, mmm, 20 years ago, when thieves kept stealing junk from Porter's Acres junkyard. Whne the characters talk they don't speak but they just mouth the words.) (As Zuma begins to tell the story, there is a black and white flashback for the story. Zuma: The legend of The Beast goes back a long time before any of us could even pick up a baseball. ![]() (Zuma turns on a latern and holds it under his face.) Marshall (loudly): What just went to bed? (Everyone goes quiet and they look at Zuma.) Zuma (a bit louder): Quiet! Are you trying to wake it up? (Nobody is listening and they chatter loudly.) (Rubble puts the other cracker on the top and finishes the s'more.) (Rubble puts out the fire on the marshmallow and puts it on the chocolate.) Rubble: When the 'mallow's flaming, you stick it on the chocolate. (He puts 2 pieces of chocolate on the cracker.) Rubble: You put the chocolate on the graham. Rubble: You're killing me, Munroe. These are s'mores stuff. Okay, pay attention. Marshall: I haven't had anything yet, so how can I have some more of nothing? (Rubble is sitting in front of stuff for s'mores.) Henry (teasing Marshall): Your poor little mommy made you do the big bad dishes. Marshall: Hey, guys, sorry I'm late. My mom made me put on my jacket, and then she made me do the dishes. (Marshall runs in the dark to the treehouse in the sandlot alone.
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