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? A new day dawns in the wild, wild west ?

? Where the state would discover Who would be the best two ?

? And you know when the going gets tough ?

? Team Mahaki digs down To use the right stuff ?

? 'Cause if you wanna play handball ?

? Then you gotta give it your all ?

(record scratching)

? Come on ?

? 'Cause if you wanna play handball ?

? You gotta think big, not small ?

? If you wanna play handball ?

? Then you've gotta play hardball ?

What's today's special plan you ask?

Simple, we leave home in this.

We go to Regionals.

(tires screeching)

I play, escape Regionals after round one,

you meet me out back at 11:30 on the dot,

I get into your car.

(car engine roaring)

We pick Daddy up from the gym.

(car engine roaring) (car horn hoots)

We go to Butterfield for the interview at midday.

I ace it, we get back into your car,

go back to Regionals before round two starts.

How do we get there in time you ask?

Good question. Your skuxx driving.

Do we tell anyone?

Not a soul, too risky.

- Why are you answering your own questions boy?

- Build suspense and stuff.

- Well, that's running around behind people's backs

is gonna get you in trouble.

- Until I get a scholarship offer,

it aint nothing but a thing.

- All right, then what?

- Well then, you drop me off out back

but I'll enter through the front.

Then you'll be free by three with a tea

to watch "Who Wants To Be A Zillionaire" with Mike McLee.

Clear?

- Crystal.

(car engine revving)

- When I was a kid, I did Kung Fu with my cousins.

Grading for belts, fully stressful,

I couldn't sleep or anything.

Didn't matter anyway,

my cousin got expelled for farting.

- What's your point bro? - Stuff like Regionals can be stressful

and I think I'm stressed. I'm fine to fail, it's just I-

- What about yesterday?

You went total ape at Starcade Five Billion.

- That was a blip bro.

- You sure bro?

- Yeah, the Mahaki way all the way bro.

But just to be clear, I wanna win,

but if we do fail, that's fine, but I wanna win.

- We will.

- Good. So what's your hectic plan?

- Plan? There's no hectic plan here.

- What? This is Regionals, bro.

We need a hectic plan.

(Mikey stammers)

You blend your brain, bro?

- The plan's simple, eh boy? - Wait, there's no-

- Oh, the plan is to pick butt at Regionals,

right?

- Yeah, that's the plan. That was always the plan.

- [Salwa] Come on guys, we gotta sign in.

(Celtic music)

(elevator dings)

- Okay. So today is Regionals.

The last stop before the biggie, Staties.

Amaz work to all eight teams making it thus far.

- Yeah, but only two teams can make it through

to the final tournament

where we'll find the greatest in the Staties.

- Less talking sirs, old school time today.

My whistle's final.

(whistle toots)

- Okay. So the morning sesh

will see all eight teams battling it out

in a first to five.

Winner must win by two, losers are out.

After that, there will be four-

- Teams that is,

and they'll play in the afternoon sesh.

The two winners book a ticket to Staties.

Round one, two mins okay? (whistle toots)

(fans clapping)

(whistle toots)

(incidental music)

(whistle toots)

(fans cheering)

- We need to put them under more pressure.

Our next opponent may not play like a baby baboon.

- Hey Vik, we won.

- We won't next time if you play like a baby baboon.

- Take a chill pill Bill.

- It's Viktor. We chill, we lose.

- Ugh, gonna get some fresh,

be back in a mo, okay?

Sure Tiff. Nice work in the game.

Thanks Vs, you rock.

- Oi, you sweet?

- Yeah. I'm sweeter than that bro

that went to the chocolate factory.

- Your brain's chocolate bro.

- Why?

- You got your shoes back to front.

- Oh.

I'm ambi-shoe-strous.

- What? - Nevermind, just excited.

One hour to go.

Quick game is a good game, eh?

- Okay gang, it's game time.

(fans clapping)

- We're Team Mahaki yo! - We're Team Mahaki yo!

(fans cheering) (whistle toots)

- We got this bro.

- Match point, Mahaki Team.

- Love it when things go to plan.

(chest thumping)

(whistle toots)

(fans clapping)

(whistle toots)

- Tie break, must win by two.

(whistle toots) (fans cheering)

(whistle toots)

(car engine roaring)

- Hurry up boy.

- Yes!

(whistle toots) (fans cheering)

What?

(scores tingling)

- Match point, Mahaki Team.

- Where are you boy?

- This time, we totally got them, bro.

- Yeah.

- Stay with it gang.

- We're Team Mahaki. - We're Team Mahaki.

(incidental music)

(whistle toots)

- We won! (Mikey sighs)

(fans cheering)

(car horn hoots)

- Hurry up boy!

Geez.

- Good news gang, we got time to rest before the afternoon match, gotta recover.

- On that, Daddy has a special drink at home

and it has electricity in it.

- Sick. I'll take 10.

- So what, it's like a sports drink? - Yeah, pretty much.

- Great. I'll go grab some.

- Oh no.

You see, Daddy uses the one that the Bullfrogs use,

I should go home and get the special one eh.

- Prisha can grab it for you.

- Auntie has visitors, I'll go.

- You need to rest. - We've got heaps of time.

I'll be back before you can even say unicorn poop.

- Unicorn poop. - Unicorn poop.

(door opens then slams)

- Where are you headed?

- Nowhere. What are you doing?

- Just hanging - With who?

- Me, myself and I, say hi everybody.

- I'm confused.

I better go get a magical drink from daddy.

- Change of clothes, huh?

- I'm a sweater. - Looks like the kind of outfit

that you'd wear to an interview at a school

that you- - Okay, fine.

- Life'd be simpler if you just told your pack bros, bro.

- I will.

If something happens, which it hasn't.

So-

- This sneaking around business doesn't suit you, okay?

- I know, but I'm dealing with it in my own way.

You're still a pact bro, bro.

Speaking of, got a pretty messed up video from Jerry.

The Volkovs, they're bad eggs bro.

- Tell me something I don't know.

- I'm just saying, watch your back bro.

And I'm only telling you because you're still a pact bro to me, bro.

- Better get to Butterfield.

- About that, please don't tell anyone.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Got better things to do than sit in a car and sleep, boy.

- I know.

- Got lots on my plate, busy day.

- I know, I'm sorry eh.

- You're not even dressed boy.

- Oh, yeah.

Privacy please.

Done.

- Took your time.

(car engine roaring)

All this running around behind people's backs is dishonest boy.

- I know.

- Dishonest as! When the oil light flashes up on your car

and you keep driving,

it might be not after one week or one month,

but eventually the car's engine will explode

when you're out buying chicken wraps

and then your chicken wraps will go cold

because you have to deal with busted engines

and nobody likes cold chicken wraps

or busted engines.

- I'll deal with it Auntie.

PS, cold chicken wraps are skuxx.

But I understand where you're coming from, sort of.

- Bit of a booking ish.

The local Air Guitar Society has a space booked

from 2:00

- PM - Today.

- Not four. - Like we thought.

- I tried to negotiate, but I chickened out.

TBH, they look lethal.

(rock music playing)

But it's coolio, it's coolio.

We'll just adapt.

- And by adapt, we mean push all games forward

by an hour starting now.

- Jayden, Bev, - Yeah?

- My team's recovering.

- Prish, unfortch, that's the way the cook crumbs.

- Now, it's Team Mahaki vs Team Creed.

(car tires screeching)

- What are we doing here?

- Picking up Daddy.

- Daddy's at the gym.

- Daddy's at the gym?

- Daddy's at the gym!

- My bad.

No time for the gym boy, unless you wanna be late.

- I need Daddy, unless you wanna be my moral support.

- The gym it is.

(car engine revving)

- You ready for game time?

- Yeah bro, just need a minute.

- Okay, be quick.

- Come on Mikey, answer.

(phone vibrates)

- Where have you been?

(Auntie stammers)

What? - Don't worry. We're gonna be heaps late.

Let's go Auntie.

(tires screeching)

- How do they know there'll be consequences for my actions?

- Hey, hey, hey.

Oi L's, I'm in a jam.

- Yum.

- No, the type of jam when Mikey's missing

from the handball sandwich.

- I love jam.

- Did you not hear me? I'm not talking about jam.

- But you said-

- You know, I'm more of a strawberry kind of guy.

- Guys, forget about the jam.

Mikey's not here to play.

- And you want me to take his place?

- No, please, no way. But, your dance moves are sick.

Buy me some time.

- You've come to the right people for time wasting!

- Yeah, I realize.

- I should be there by now, Auntie.

Can't we go any faster?

- Do you want a speeding ticket boy?

(upbeat music)

- [Mikey voicemail] Oh, hey, you've called Mikey,

leave a message.

- Boy, we'll get there when we get there, eh?

Just breathe.

(rock music)

- Sal, you tried calling Mikey?

- Only 17 times and I even called Jerry

and told him to call Mikey.

(audience clapping)

(whistle toots)

- Time wasting stops now!

Mahaki Team versus Creed Team, now o'clock.

(Salwa groans)

- What's wrong?

- Oh, it's my fascia ankle deltoiditis.

- Pretty sure that's not a thing.

- [Salwa] Are you a doctor?

- No.

- So can it canny.

- What's wrong Sally?

- It's a rare ankle thing bro.

And it's flared up.

- You forfeit game time?

- I just need 10 minutes to ice it.

Make it 20.

- Hmm.

(Salwa groans)

Okay. We play next game now.

But if your ankle isn't happy in 20, you lose time.

Volkov, Bing Bong play time.

(whistle toots)

- Is that fascia thing real?

- No, but I bought us some time.

- I don't know how I feel about this.

- Do you have a better plan Prisha?

(car engine roaring)

- Hey, boy. You're in fifth gear right now, make sure you drop back into third.

- I'm not a car Auntie.

- It's a meta thing, means chill.

- Choice, I gotta go, eh.

(car engine roaring)

- Oh. - Oh.

(rock music)

- You're rather late.

- Sorry Mz.

- Oh, and your father's here.

- Yeah, Daddy, need moral support, sweet?

- Yes. I've heard all about you from my sister.

- Oh, Mz C's a one crazy footy fan.

- That she is.

Now, the board is waiting. Shall we?

- Give us a sec please, Mz?

- Of course.

But please be quick.

- Daddy I'm sweating.

My lips are dry and I'm-

- Nerves are good boy.

That means you care.

Remember what Auntie said about gears?

- Yeah.

What gear should I be in?

- Three is sweet. Just breathe.

(Mikey exhales)

No matter what happens, I think you're skuxx.

Now go show them the man you are boy.

- Let's begin.

(Celtic music)

- Lucky bro.

- Like I was lucky in Starcade Five Billion?

- Lucky.

- So yeah, I think I fit the criteria

for the curried egg Butterfield scholarship.

- Coveted Butterfield scholarship.

- Oh, I knew that.

I was just testing you eh,

and lucky for you, you passed.

- Your academic and sporting prowess is clear.

However, Butterfield is much more than that.

- I get that. It's like a way of life, eh?

- Exactly.

- And I'm keen to be a part of that way of life.

- Phones are for picking up bro.

- Time up time. - Already?

- Truth time.

- But my fascia ankle deltoiditis.

- Fasciablankledinklewinkle false.

- But my doctor said that my fascia ankle deltoiditis

was fully full on.

- Basciakashianinklesprinkle not real.

I looked it up. No stalling time now.

- Yeah. Do you want me to go and find Mikey for you?

I'm sure he's running somewhere right?

- No, no, no. It's okay. I'll get him.

Prisha, Prisha!

- We have a problem.

This court's not regulation size.

(players gasping)

- Mikey, Butterfield's way of life

is Fide Veritatis.

- Who's that?

- No, it's our motto.

- Oh, yeah.

Truth and loyalty, eh?

- Exactly, impressive.

Truth and loyalty are Butterfield's bedrock.

- Okay.

- For us to offer you this scholarship,

we need to be a perfect fit.

- Ah, no round pegs in square holes here.

- Mikey, we take this very seriously.

We are united in our quest for truth and loyalty.

Are we a good fit?

- Um.

- Mikey,

are you Fide Veritatis?

- He's the most Fide Veritatis boy you'll ever meet eh.

- You know what?

If I'm being Fido Egg Frittatas,

then I'm not a good fit.

I've been lying to my bros about this for weeks.

And we made a pact that I'd be breaking

if I came here.

And I just kept lying about it.

Daddy said to show you the man I am.

So yeah, I'm not Fibro Enchiladas,

I'm whatever the Latin is for not that.

- Anything?

- No, he's not back yet.

I thought you weren't all right with stalling.

- No, seriously.

The court's half a centimeter too small.

- [Salwa] Does it even matter?

- Rules are rules.

Plus it buys us time, win-win.

Rules state the court's supposed to be 200 centimeters.

I've got 199.5.

- Ugh, enough okay?

Just get on with the game.

You're obvi stalling.

(Stone gasping)

- Sorry, I thought we were doing the gasp thing again.

- Are you guys stalling?

Because if so, that's not okay, okay?

Those Air Guitar kids are lethal.

(rock music)

- I'm not stalling.

I've legit got 199.5.

- I got 200.2, but you're splitting hairs.

Who cares? - The rules care.

- Rules can be bent.

- No. Mr. Bendy, rules are rules, right Bao?

- Measuring tape are like different koi,

some a little big, some are small.

Let's just play time.

- You know what?

You're right.

You're the ref, your rules.

- If Mahaki Team not ready to play time,

by the time I finish this sentence,

Mahaki Team forfei-

(door bangs)

Lucky daytime, Mahaki Team, Creed Team, game on.

(whistle toots)

- Where's the sports drinks?

- Daddy drank them all.

- You nearly got us kicked out.

- But I didn't, did I?

- What's up with you?

- We don't have time for this all right? We have a game to win.

- But- - But-

- It's just, I really wanted that electric drink,

but all I got was Fido's Enchiladas

and you guys are all up in my face

when all I want is a cuddle, but I can't,

because I'm a square peg in a round hole

and now we have to play ball.

(audience cheering)

(whistle toots)

(incidental music)

(whistle tooting)

(fans cheering) (whistle toots)

- We won.

Yes! Good job.

(fans clapping)

- I've never seen you play like that.

- Yeah bro, you, you were on fire.

How did you do that?

- I guess I did it for you bros.

This is where I'm meant to be eh.

- What, duh, where else?

(cheerful music)

- Next stop,

Staties! - Staties!

(audience cheering)

(rock music)

- Time to go.

- Didn't spill the beans huh? - No point okay.

It'd be good to have a challenge at Staties.

- No other reason like secretly a pact bro bro?

- Keep dreaming, lone Wolf okay?

- My pact-dar's pretty choice eh bro?

- Yeah. Your pact-dar needs a tune up okay?

PS, how'd your not so secret secret interview go?

- Oh, I stuffed it eh bro.

- Ouch. You'll be sticking around a bit longer, huh?

- Yep. Like shakes to your dad's faces.

PS, their wedding's gonna be sweet as.

(cheerful guitar music)

(crunching sounds)

Sweet victory snags Auntie.

- Finished?

- Yep. - Yep.

- Good. Follow me.

- Follow her.

Okay, go. Go, go, go, go, go, go,

- Auntie! - Auntie wait up.

- Too fast.

- Shut your eyes.

- You there Salwa? Is that you?

(Auntie shushing)

- Open.

(whirring sound)

Mahaki Land!

(cheerful music)

- Whoa! - Whoa!

- This is what's been on your plate?

- Yeah boy.

- Auntie, wow. This is-

- Fully sick!

- Oh, it's no big deal.

Just got it all from council cleanup.

- Wish Jerry was here.

- Why, not good enough for you?

- No-

- La, la, la, la la, just joking. Let's go!

- Come on, let's check it out.

- Place for friends to be friends

all the time and stuff.

- Whoa. - Whoa.

- Whoa. - Wow.

- Whoa.

- [Salwa] Wow.

- Greetings from all the way in WA.

- Jerry bro, whats up?

- Hey, what's up? - What's up?

- Well done today team.

I must say Auntie Mahaki,

this place looks amazing.

Even with my dial-up internet connection.

- Amaze as.

What's that?

- A telescope boy.

Check it out.

- [Jerry] What do you see Mahaki?

- Just see a bunch of stars.

- Not just any stars boy.

See those four in a line?

- Yeah.

- Mikey the Brave, Prisha the Righteous,

Jerry the Bright and Salwa the Sick-As.

Aka, The Mahaki Cluster.

- You bought us stars?

- Yeah, our boy likes stars.

(light hearted music)

These stars will be together forever

like Team Mahaki.

(phone rings)

Enjoy yourself kids.

- Well, I don't think

there's any stronger pact bros than us.

- You said it J.

- Pact bros to the max.

- Yeah. I mean, we have our own clubhouse.

- A sick-as handshake.

- A virtual hangout.

- Plus our own stars.

- Double plus, we can hang out anytime here

after high school next year.

- Very cool indeed.

But I do miss my bros.

It's not the same without you.

- Us too bro.

But you are the bees knees,

you should make some WA bros.

- Well, yeah, but-

- We won't mind if you make more bros bro.

- Yeah, of course bro.

I mean, just don't forget us, or else�

- Point taken.

- Hey bros,

I know I've been acting strange lately

and I read some Latin

so I need to get something off my chest.

- [Daddy] Hey boy, phone.

- I'll be back.

Hello?

- Sorry for the late call.

I thought you should hear it from me.

- Sorry I wasted your time Mz.

- Wasted my time?

- Yeah, I completely botched the interview.

- Far from it.

That was the most honest response I've ever seen.

- Say what?

- Mikey, I would officially like to offer you

the scholarship.

Mikey? Mikey, are you there? (Celtic music)

- Worst, best news ever!

(upbeat music)

(woman vocalizing)

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