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Okay, Lute. Start the countdown.

100.

99.

98. Lute. I think you can start a little lower.

73.

72. As you know, in Pacific Terrace, we take our skateboarding very seriously.

Street.

Vert. Even modern.

Maybe not modern. Yeah.

But the point is, we're out to break every record in the neighborhood.

I mean, we're gonna... Can we hit the big time?

We're gonna be driving in limos and rubbing elbows with all kinds of cuties

interesting celebrities and just running... Luth, Luth, love the passion,

we'll get there in good time. Now help me display the board. Yeah. Next up,

and I are gonna attempt to break the oldest record in the hood. The two -man

buttboard ride down Hamburger Hill. 9 .8 second buttboard ride down Hamburger...

Nine!

Saturday, this sidewalk will be lined with looky -loos. But for now, we

practice. Three, two,

one, throw the ball!

Back to the drawing board.

That guy is weird.

Oh, it's way worse from the back.

Let's get a pizza, and then we'll act like nothing ever happened. Calm down,

it's only Tuesday.

We'll get a pizza, and hope that no one overheard us talking. Calm down, it's

not much in yet. It's only Thursday, and by tomorrow we'll have everything just

fine.

Dude, I think this guy is done.

Finished. Washed up. Yeah, you're right.

Probably end up on some bad reality show. Who wants the date of Fat

Luth, I'm not talking about some dorky actor guy. I'm talking about the wheel

right here.

Right. All right. Come on, who even cares about any of that rich and famous

celebrity stuff anyway?

Guilty. I'm all about it.

Ooh, is that the new Stargazer Weekly?

How do they make those froofy little lap dogs so tiny?

Look at that one.

Don, you dummy.

Whoa, Luther.

Those are some pretty fast hands, man. Yeah, real fancy. That was nothing.

Look, pal, you want to cha -cha with Johnny Lee Onion? We can go right now.

Check it out.

Respectfully, sir, you seem to be on the verge of wigging out for no apparent

reason. You're trying to tell me he is not a cup jockey here for the

A cup whatty?

No, I'm a Luther here for the donut.

Yeah, we're skateboarders, sir.

Thanks for your time.

What a newtch burger.

I couldn't help myself. I got online and I looked up Johnny Lee Onion. Come to

find out he's a cup stacker. Didn't know what it was, but dude's the man.

Look, watch.

If it doesn't say Johnny Lee on the bottom,

I won't be seeing you at the top.

So I, uh, booked over to the drugstore and got myself a set of Johnny Lee

originals. $9 .95 plus hat.

Tax is dumb, but look what I...

It's crazy, huh?

Tournament's tomorrow, so, you know, I'm going to go and try my luck.

Hello? Hey, Luce. I need you at Hamburger Hill first thing in the

have a lot of work to do.

Well, uh, what if I told you I have other plans?

Luce, in 48 hours, the kids will be lined up to watch us break a butt board

record. Or bust our butts trying.

I mean, what could be more important than that?

What if I told you that, uh, I was going to a cup stacking tournament tomorrow?

I'd say that you lost your mind.

serious doubts about your character, and I'd question our friendship.

Well, I'm glad I didn't say that, right?

See you not.

I wanted you to get here early so we could try out these new ceramic wheels

the sidewalk before it gets too hot.

What do you think?

Yeah.

I have a bellyache.

Probably a gas bubble.

I don't know, bro.

Maybe I should just go home.

Nah, it's a bubble. I can get it.

Maybe I need to get in bed.

Luz, I know your stomach.

Let me just reach into my bag of tricks.

Okay, breathe in.

I wasn't proud of faking it, okay? But I got to thinking, what if I'm good at

cup stacking?

More than good. Like Johnny Lee good.

I mean, the dude had a toasty satin jacket and a little hair dealie.

And his lady friend had gorgeous features.

Anyway, I did something I'm not proud of, so I want to pre -apologize right

and now.

I can't do it.

Bye.

My tummy hurts.

Oh, bro.

You probably should go home.

Next up, table three. Welterweight stealth versus Shabu -Yah.

It's like the Super Bowl of cup stacking, except way, way smaller.

So the rules are simple.

Stack the cups in the proper formation, and first one done wins.

Stinky cast.

What are you doing here? I'm on my way to getting my cast off later today.

I'm just killing time.

Think about it. Me.

Stinky cast.

With no cast.

Yeah, that's heavy. Like Superman without his cape.

No, not that heavy.

What are you doing here anyway?

I'm not here for the cup stacking tournament. That's what you're thinking.

Next up, table three, Artie Marino versus Luther Waple.

It must have been another Luther.

Go easy on me. It's my first time.

I won.

I won.

Waple's a 9 .1. He'll advance to the next round.

Hey, stinky cat. You look different.

You need to shave your sideburns or something?

Very funny.

I cut my cast off, all right?

Most kids would be excited to get rid of that thing. Why? Without it, I'm no

longer the lovable stinky cat.

I'm just Jared Delvino.

I thought you tried to break your arm. I'm not trying to break my arm. But if

happens... Hey.

Why are you not down at that cup -stacking thing with the pasty gangster?

Cup -stacking?

Luther's sick.

No, he ain't. I saw him there this morning.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm going to call him.

Whoa, stinky or derv, whatever your name is, pay off that thing.

Hey, this is Luther. It's Wednesday morning and unfortunately I'm sick.

He's faking it.

I'm not faking it. Ooh, I'm going to hurl. Leave a message.

Hey,

Luth, it's Zeke.

Yeah, you sound pretty sick there, bro.

Why don't you give me a call?

Ow!

Yes,

we've got it all, ladies and gentlemen. The youngster, the grizzled veteran, and

a good -looking reporter with a story for the ages.

The secret to stacking is

having rubbery wrists and strong haunches, right?

Or what I like to call my groinal area, right?

Anyone, any questions?

Yes.

How do you get rid of a stomachache?

Is there any other questions?

My best friend felt the need to lie to me.

I can't believe it.

Look, I shouldn't have lied, all right?

Sincere apologies.

I mean, did you see how good I am?

Yesterday, I didn't even know what cup stacking was.

And today, I'm winning a blow dryer and seedless grapes.

Yeah, and tomorrow, you're going to be setting the Pacific Terrace buttboard

record, remember?

Well, kid, I can't deny your skills. Welcome to the big leagues.

Thank you, Johnny Lee.

Onion. Johnny Lee Onion.

So, I rented a 16 -passenger limousine for an hour, and we are going to have a

little guacamole after party.

Guacamole?

A 16 -passenger limo? It's totally unnecessary, but it's how I roll.

Oh, what about this hoss right here? Because I don't go anywhere without him.

Nah, it's cool, man. You know, this is your deal. You should go on ahead.

Guacamole?

You know, big day tomorrow.

Out of my chair, little man.

Is he the new one?

Is that from yesterday?

Between us, it's just a bad sprain.

My doctor said it wouldn't hurt to slap on a new cast.

Oh, I love that new cast smell.

I'm giddy.

Apologies for, uh, my tardiness.

Got a little late last night.

I don't ever want to see another avocado again.

Luke, what's going on with you?

Nothing. First of all, you're wearing a rat tail.

Secondly, you're wearing ski mittens and it's 80 degrees out. It's called an

onion tail.

And these are to protect my claws.

It's what a cup stacker calls his hands. Bro.

Let me make this perfectly clear.

You are either a skateboarder or a cup stacker.

Period.

You know, Johnny Lee asked if I'd join him on the tour.

The tour?

Yeah.

Look, bro, they say I have what it takes.

There's a tourney tonight up in Chico, and Johnny Lee says we should be hitting

the road in a couple hours.

But... You know, I wanted to ask you first because we have this whole

deal.

No, it's no big deal.

Stinky will do it.

Yeah, you should probably get packing, don't you think?

All right, man.

Stinky Cat, please put me out of my misery.

You got it.

What? You asked me to. It was a figure of speech.

I'm not stupid. I know why this is happening.

Luke is all wowed by all the bling.

I don't know. I just feel like I should stop him. Hang in there, baby.

Thanks, Don.

I'm reading my new monkey poster.

When you love something, set it free.

Oh, Stinky. You really dug deep for that, man.

No, no.

Poster.

You know what, Stinky Cat?

I'll meet you at Hamburger Hill in 30 minutes. I gotta go set somebody free.

Johnny Lee?

Onion.

Johnny Lee Onion.

Can I help you with something?

Well, I know that Luther's decided to take another path, so I'm just setting

free. I'll make sure to tell him that you stopped by. Hey!

I'm not finished.

Okay.

Touchy. Make sure to always strain his orange juice. He's afraid of pulp.

Because he's extra long, Johns.

And his pogo stick.

If he's ever in a funk, ten minutes on that thing will brighten up his mood.

Decoy. And he loves cookie dough at midnight.

And of course, his lucky Uncle Chet.

Whoa. Whoa, slow down. I'm not taking the weird uncle.

I'm a cup jockey, not a babysitter.

Ciao, Chad.

Anything else, kid?

Just tell him goodbye and give him a slow butter for me.

Slow butter?

All right.

Here, right on.

You were supposed to whack me back.

You ready, little man?

You came back.

Yeah.

Just wanted to see how you did.

Oh. Okay.

Proceeding with safety check.

Helmet.

Check. Chin strap.

Check.

Tongs.

Check. Start the countdown.

So there I was, about to break the Pacific Terrace buttboard record.

And there was old Luth on to fame and fortune as a cup stacker. But I couldn't

help but get the feeling he was starting to have his doubts.

Three, five, four, three.

Sorry. And in the end, it was a true test of friendship.

Three, two, one.

Thank you.

I made a huge mistake, all right?

And I would, uh, like to make a short speech.

Friends, skateboarders, countrymen, lend me your ears. Luce went on to make a

speech about how he got suckered by the bright lights and the fame into dumbly

giving up what he really wanted in life, which was to be a pro skater.

He went on for a while. I even said some messy things about this guy right here.

Yep, he did. Kind of embarrassing, Luce. Spoke from the heart.

Don't worry about it. Hey, guys.

hey thinky cat not supposed to be here no so uh i said goodbye to johnny lee

right back where i belong sitting right behind zeke on that buttboard and the

rest skateboard history

driver needs another 60 bucks for another hour.

Okay, that's it. Everybody out.

Let's go. Party's over.