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The road to skater stardom is filled with obstacles that keep you from being

pro. And the latest one?

Trying to nail a frontside flippy.

Tell me that's pretzel in your pocket.

No pretzel. Uh oh.

So, I was so excited about my bro sticking that landing that I might have

cracked his rib. Yeah, it hurts when I breathe.

And when I eat cheese puffs. Forget about breathing, but cheese puffs? So we

called Kirby Cheddar to check it out.

He's not exactly a doctor, but his dad is. And he's got all the cool equipment.

Logan?

Okay, Zeke, I have you down for a rib check.

Oh, and Luth, according to my records, you're due for a physical.

At least it's been two weeks already?

Cool.

I hear your tongue say, ah, ah.

Cool. You feel any better yet?

No. Ah.

How about now?

I'm going to test your reflexes. Yeah.

Well,

bro? Looks like we got a new obstacle.

Yeah, we need to find a real doctor.

Stand it.

Okay,

we decided from here on out that Luther and I are only getting the best

medical attention.

Yeah, because we're pro -boarders, man.

So we're calling board -certified Dr. Chili Ricardo. Yeah, he's got benches

over town, which means he's not cheap. But he does accept coupons.

Two checkups for the price of one and Tuesdays are ladies' night. Here's the

real deal.

Who's going to send Dr. Ricardo?

I have a mustache waxing in 20, so let's hurry this up. My mustache, she is

feeling bushy.

Good news.

You didn't break a rib. It's just a bruise. You're good to go.

Excuse me, sir.

I'll have the two -for -one.

Checkups.

Hop up on the table.

You might want to stand back.

Huh?

No salsa tonight.

Señor Waffle.

Taking into consideration your current height and your family history of long

nest, I can say with much certainty that you're going to be quite tall.

Really?

How tall?

Seven feet.

Possibly seven feet on one inch.

Seven foot one. Holy crab cakes.

Congratulations. You're going to be muy gigante.

Holy crab cakes.

You hate to keep saying holy crab cakes, but holy stinking crab cakes. Luce,

you're going to be over seven feet.

Uh, bro, you haven't said anything since you got the news. You all right?

Can you imagine the perspective of the world being a seven -footer?

It's going to be awesome.

I'm going to be able to get a frisbee off the roof and dunk a basketball and

gnaw the tastiest plums always on the top of the tree. Nobody can ever reach

them. What did you say down there? I said nobody can ever reach them.

You know, if you're going to be a seven -footer, you're going to need a

nickname. Oh, I've already got one.

Tall stack.

Tall stack.

Luther, tall stack of waffles. Nice.

It's going to be pretty sweet having a best bro over seven feet.

Pretty sweet.

Hey, biker dude, I think you just took cuts there.

Yo, bandana boy, I'm talking to you.

Yeah, I don't think you want to do that.

This is my best bro.

I am tall stack.

Now, how about pretending to be a walrus?

For the last time, quit sneaking your laundry into my basket. Okay.

I slip in a couple of delicates every once in a while. Next time you do that,

I'll delicately rip off your ear and stuff it up your nose. Yes, sir.

You know what, Cream Puff?

He doesn't have to take any of your hooey anymore. You want to know why?

Because old Doc Ricardo said that Luke is going to be seven foot one.

Dream on.

Fred, it's not a dream.

It's a medical fact.

Yeah. And your days of being a big meanie are numbered.

Sister of the... What do you think you're doing?

I'm thinking about using you as my personal confidant.

Time you showed respect to the world's soon -to -be polished professional

skateboarder.

In the history of our skating careers, this by far is the biggest obstacle that

either of us have ever faced. Look, skating is about dexterity, hugging the

ground, footwork. Luther is going to have size 24 feet.

Size 24.

Could be bigger. Point is that there's no way that two of these honkers are

fitting on a board.

I can't mention this to Luther yet. He's too sensitive.

I got to break it to him gently.

Very gently.

Your skating days are over, fool.

I don't even know what you're talking about.

Look, if your buns are going to be seven foot, you should think about being a

pro freak and not a pro skater.

There's lots of tall skaters. Name one.

P -Rod.

5 '8". Ryan Sheck.

5 '10".

Tony Hawk's the tallest one, and he's a puny 6 '2". A 7 -footer trying to skate

is like me trying to play these tiny maracas.

It can't be done.

See? See?

Go ahead and tell Kojok, even if I'm supersized, that there'll be a pro

Tell him.

Luther needs a shot in the arm to get back in the game.

What he needs is one of my classic pep talks.

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.

Okay, um, so win one for the home team.

You feed a cold and you starve a fever. Um, righty tighty, lefty loosey. Oh, oh,

um, the turkey goes gobble gobble. Just one small step for man.

Um, and one giant leap for mankind.

Bingo. Was in fact his name -o.

Thanks a lot.

For nothing.

I'm going home.

Weak pep talk, dude.

Look, so I'm showering, right? And I come up with this idea, like, what if

Ricardo was wrong?

Like, what if he just made bad doctoring? People are wrong about stuff

time. It's like my history teacher. She said I'm a C -minus student, but I got

an F.

No.

started i'm growing i'm uh gigante i

won't harm

you teeny tiny people oh sorry about your patio i'm not

a monster

My brother's really freaked out right now because Dr. Ricardo said he was

to be seven feet tall.

I know that Luth wants to be a pro skater as much as me, and now it seems

he has a much tougher road ahead of him.

And I got to admit, this thing, it's stressing me out, too.

I mean, what am I supposed to do? Luth, he's my best friend.

I got to relax.

These negative vibes, they're not good for the situation.

Melon. It always chills me out.

You know what?

Luth is going to figure this out on his own and he's going to come back strong.

Not this elf.

Change ringtone.

It's from Luth.

Meet at Don's.

Dressed as casual.

Brushing teeth.

Optional.

Luke, I got your text.

What's going on, man? Well, since I realized I'm going to be a seven -foot

monster and there's no way I can be a professional skateboarder, my retirement

party. Cake?

Happy anniversary to Ted and Mary. Who would I?

Yeah, they broke up, so I got a discount.

That stinks.

I know. They were so good together.

But, here you go. Save you a corner piece. Now, as we all enjoy our cake,

customary for everyone to say a few nice words about the retirees.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on Luther Walsh.

I was at the mall shopping for a shirt because I had a date with Janice

Nice girl. First she only liked me for my looks, then she discovered my

side, which is good for those quiet nights when the two of us are playing

-and -potato. Watch out!

All right.

All right. Thank you. Thank you.

I think.

May I say something?

Yes. Sure, I'd be honored.

All right, guys, get ready to break out the hankies. It's bound to get a little

gooey.

You're Turtle Dillmuncher, and you're not retiring.

Not so gooey.

It's time for me to move on.

Find a new passion.

A new passion?

A new passion? What is Lucy even talking about?

What's he going to do? Play golf?

Collect stamps?

Join a choir?

Down by the old wood bridge.

Old wood bridge.

It's the remake.

Oh,

wiggity, wiggity, wiggity, wiggity, wiggity, whack!

Luth is a skater, period. But his confidence has been shaken.

The problem is, he's through listening to me. There has to be someone who can

get through to him.

Internet.

Fortunately, the sports world is filled with inspirational people.

Overcoming obstacles, becoming champions.

And I think I may have found just the right guy.

Lutz is Kentucky, the world's largest motocross rider.

Howdy, fellas. Wait, wait. What's going on here? Because the guys from choir are

coming over. I have a lot of practice. Ken, this is the guy I talked to you

about. How about you tell him your inspirational story?

Sure, Randy.

Well, I could ride a motorbike before I could stink and walk.

My daddy bought me a little pocket rocket when I was two.

Nanny!

And then, who knew the tragedy that awaited?

Are you going to tell this story, or should I?

Sorry. Then, when I was a teen, I got hooked on cream puffs.

I was riding the custard highway all the way to yummy town.

And he got really big, and a lot of people said to him, sorry. So, everybody

said, Ken?

You're too big to ride cross.

But I didn't quit, and last year I placed fourth in the Winter Nationals.

Luth, don't you see? He overcame his obstacles. He reached deep down way

That's amazing.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I thought we were allowed to. Ken, why don't you hop on your bike and

show us your stuff?

You got it, Neil.

It's hockey time!

Ginger,

what are you doing here?

Hey, I see it's raining about to wreck, I pull over.

Yeah? Well, that happens to be one of the best riders in the country.

Wow, very... inspirational. Quirk it.

What are you going to do?

Just watch.

It's called The Ring of Doom.

Why? Because it's The Ring of Doom.

You could ride like that.

Really think there's hope for me to become a pro skater?

That's your answer right there.

I won't be needing this anymore.

Luke, you're bored.

Look,

all week I've been looking for the words to inspire you, but maybe you need more

than words.

Okay, so smell this.

Bro, I'm fine.

Just smell it. Breathe it in.

What do you smell?

Bearing grease, old grip tape, and a hint of dog poop.

No, that's the smell of friendship.

Our friendship.

And I'm pretty sure that's Doug.

Listen, with the power of our friendship, we can do anything.

Perfect.

Fine. Maybe that did sound a little cheesy, but I meant it.

Point is, Luke and I can accomplish anything we want.

Anything. Anything.

So you're telling me I can do the Ring of Doom?

Uh, well...

Oh, man.

I think my pep talk may have been a little too peppy.

That jump was bigger than anything Luther had ever done in his whole life.

Uh,

sure, bro. Yeah, go for it.

You got this.

Let's go. Okay.

Okay, this is getting good.

Two train wrecks in one day?

Here's the deal. For ten bucks, I'll call you an ambulance.

Here's fifteen.

Give me a box of cream puffs.

Was I right? I was right. I was happy for Luke.

And for us.

Our skate dream was still alive.

It was amazing, all right.

But not the most amazing thing that's happened.

You get it, dog breath.

No, you get it.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

You, my friend...

are going to be normal size.

That's not bad news. That's great.

Wait. You said Luke was going to be a giant. So sue me. I made a mistake.

Actually, please don't sue me. Por favor.

Ooh, veggie pizza.

Yeah, but I've already been growing.

Okay.

Look how tiny my clothes are. How do you explain this?

Oops.

You jimmy -rigged my laundry, you little jimmy -rigger.

Washman, huh?

Dryman Hodder. A ginger classic.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Unfortunately, I have more bad news.

I was going over your charts again, and I have determined that Luther is going

to have gluteus humongulus.

What's that?

A big bottom.

So will you.

What?

So Luke isn't going to be seven feet tall, which is great.

Not that I have anything against seven -footers. I love tall people.

Shaq, Frankenstein, Bigfoot, they're awesome.

Oh, this.

Mom said I have to start doing my own laundry.

And what's with all that Dr. Ricardo stuff? Like, Luce and I are going to

big butts.

She's sick. I can't. I'll go straight to my hips.

I think you're looking pretty good.

Thanks. Down to a size 68.