[Instrumental. A snowy sky. Night. The opening titles play shortly and the screen pans down to the town of Dukesberry, where a factory and a bridge are seen. Shots of the town are shown as the narrator speaks (voiced by Rob Schnieder)]

Narrator: {Shot of a neighborhood} Well, all right. Look at all that beautiful, white stuff come down. {Shot of giant ice menorah and Santa sculptures being worked on behind the banquet hall} Christmas is right around the corner and Chanukah starts tonight. {Shot of someone lighting a menorah on the first candle} Ain’t a better time of year. You got no school, you can eat like a pig, {shot of two people driving happily in a car, up to the necks in presents} and people give you stuff. Just makes you feel tingly all over. (laughs) {Shot of the town church} But you know what? There are some buffoons out there who actually can’t stand the holiday season. {Shots of a fire station and a nativity scene} And seeing other people enjoy the festivities gets them even more disgusted. {Shot of Dukesberry’s entrance} As a matter of fact, the head honcho of holiday humbug lives right here in little old Dukesberry. {Shot of the China Dragon} lives right here in little old Dukesberry. His name’s Davey Stone. And that fool is sittin’ in the China Dragon coming up with his own way of feeling tingly all over.

[Inside the China Dragon. Davey Stone is sitting in a booth, slurping up another Scorpion bowl. The China Dragon Waiter comes over to hand Davey the bill]

Davey: Hmm?

China Dragon Waiter: Four scorpion bowl in five minute? That’s got to be a restaurant record.

Davey: (drunk) Well, right now I’m going to go for another restaurant record: longest burp.

[Davey disgustingly burps a huge burp, breaking the glasses on a group across the restaurant, even disgusting a homeless man outside]

China Dragon Waiter: Congratulations. Now, please excuse me while I go take shower.

[Davey looks at the bill as a kid from the booth next to his peers]

Narrator: At one time, Davey was a super student, super athlete {Davey rips the bill up and heads out} super sweet, super kid and the apple of his parents’ eye.

[Outside. Night. Davey accidentally bumps into a woman]

Narrator: Now, he’s just a 33-year-old crazy Jewish guy {Davey heads drunkenly towards his car, making another car almost swerve} who lives for making this town as miserable as he is {Two policemen look at Davey, and then look at each other} especially on the first night of Chanukah. {The policemen drive off} How’d he end up this way? Let’s save that for later {Davey grabs his keys and tries to insert them into his car} because right now, Davey’s about to get himself into some serious trouble.

[Davey’s car door lock is seen, with key marks all around it, signifying that he’s done this thing before. He tries to put the key in, but he’s too drunk to balance himself right to do it. The two policemen drive up behind Davey]

Policeman #1: Hope you’re not planning on driving tonight, Stone.

Davey: Oh, no officer. I’m just going to say good night to my car then walk home and enjoy the holiday decorations. (to his car) Listen, sweetheart. (pats the car) I have to leave you here alone tonight, but don’t you worry, I’ll be back first thing in the morning. Now behave yourself, and don’t stay up too late. Heh. Nighty-night. (he walks off, and turns off the car, which beeps, in which makes him look back at the car) All right, baby, but let’s make this quick. {The policemen look at Davey strangely} Oh, mama! (lies face down on the back of the car) You like it when I hold you like this? (rubs against the car) Because I’ll do it all night long. (licks the car) Soooo sweet. (licks the car again) Yes, so precious. (slaps and bangs on the car’s rear) Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo! I love you car!

[Policeman #1 is disgusted by this, while Policeman #2 has tears in his eyes. Suddenly, CDW (China Dragon Waiter) is yelling and standing in front the China Dragon, catching the police’s attention]

CDW: He dine and dash me! He chew and screw me! He sip and skip me!

Policeman #1: What? CDW: He no pay for his four scorpion bowl!

Davey: Oh, boy.

[Tecnho rock music begins as the police start to chase Davey, who runs off]

Policeman #2: Get him!

[Davey runs off to an alley, where a man is putting away his trash. Davey steals the lid and begins to ride it]

Davey: Whee-hee-hee-hee!

Man #1: Come back here, you jerk!

[The music changes into that of “Davey’s Song”, the first musical number. Davey whisks across a street, and two police cars slide next to each other trying to capture him]

Policeman #2: Somebody stop that guy!


I’m a kinda guy who can’t stand a holiday (grabs a light strand and swings from it) So I drink ‘em all away, that’s me (ties the strand around people carrying a tree) I don’t decorate no trees And I won’t eat no potato latkes (knocks a bowl of latkes out of a man’s hands) But I’ll give this old lady’s melons a squeeze (squeezes a lady’s melons she’s carrying)

Old Lady: Hey!


That’s just who I am

Well, I’ll never spin a dreidel, but I’ll always throw an egg (ruins a dreidel game) And I’ll charley horse your leg for laughs (hits a guy with an egg and hits the man’s leg) While you’re singing your holiday tunes (approaches some carolers) I’m acting like the town buffoon Whippin’ out my big, white, scary moon (moons the carolers)

Carolers: Aaah!

Davey: And blowin’ a beef your way (lets out a huge fart on the carolers) I hate folks who think reindeer are cute To me they’re just something to shoot (shoots some deer with snowballs) I hate love, I hate you, I hate me Well, I’m a snowmobile stealing (slides into a garage and steals a snowmobile) ‘No “’tis-the-season-feelin’” kind of guy (kind of guy) (speeds from the police) This time of year sucks So I take my numchucks And make sure every snowman di-i-ies! (knocks down all the snowmen) Believin’ in Santa’s all wrong (rips off the beard off a Santa)

Santa Impersonator: Ho!


And Chanukah’s eight nights too long (rams into the giant ice Santa, crushing into the menorah, ruining both statues) I hate love, I hate you, I hate me

Policeman #1: Coming through.

Davey: I hate love, I hate you, I hate me

[The police arrive and arrest Davey. Out of the crowd mad at Davey, Jennifer and Benjamin scowl at him, two characters who are introduced later on]

Policeman #2: Davey Stone, you’re nothing but a delinquent!

[Outside the courthouse. Day. The judge pounds his gavel]

Judge: Stone, what the heck are we going to do with you?

[Inside the courthouse. Davey’s trial is going on]

Judge: In the past twenty years, I’ve sent you to reform school, the drunk tank, the local psychiatric ward. Not one of those places has made you change an ounce for the better. ‘Cause you used to be a good kid, playing ball for the Jewish Community Center, with the best jump shot this town’s ever seen.

Davey: (opening a flask) Your honor, I still got a pretty good jump shot. Let me show you. (he takes a drink of whiskey, and then jumps very quickly, and not very far) {the people viewing just shake their heads} I’d hit a three-pointer, except I’d have to drop my pants and pop a thumb up my boo-boo.

[The people viewing show their disgust]

Judge: Stone, you leave me no choice. I’m gonna really have to crack down hard this time.

Whitey: (chiming in, with his forehead seen a little in the seating area) Your honor, if it pleases the court, I’d like to interject for a moment.

CDW: What the hell was that? Did anybody else hear a parakeet, or am I going crazy?

[The people all laugh while Whitey shows himself by stepping out into the aisle]

Whitey: No, Mr. Chang. {NOTE: I’ll still refer him as the China Dragon Waiter since that’s what the credits say} It’s me, Whitey Duvall. And a happy first night of Chanukah to you.

CDW: I’m not Jewish.

Whitey: Neither am I, but that don’t stop me from enjoying a holiday. (giggles)

Judge: (exasperated) Whitey, we went over this two months ago. It’s your last year of reffing the youth league basketball. You’re turning 70 years old and our insurance company says they won’t cover you anymore.

Whitey: Ha, ha. No, no, no. My interjection pertains to the case currently under adjudication. You see, I knew this young man years ago when his moral fiber was still intact.

Judge: Whitey, what are you getting at?

Whitey: Why not sentence him to be a referee-in-training for the youth league basketball? I’ve seen some pretty rowdy kids turn into perfect gentlemen after spending time on my court.

Judge: If that happened with Stone, it would be a miracle.

Whitey: Well, it is the holidays and those kinda things have been known to happen this time of year.

[The crowd whispers]

Judge: Whitey, if you want to work with this punk, then God bless you. But Mr. Stone, what Whitey says goes. And if I hear that you break one law, I will send you to the state penitentiary for no less than 10 years.

Davey: Huh?

Judge: Happy holidays.

[The judge pounds his gavel, adjourning the trial. Whitey looks promising at Davey]

Davey: Oh, God.

[Outside the Jewish Community Center. Night. Cars arrive to watch the youth league basketball game]

Narrator: The short man who’s kind and the donkey’s behind. What a bizarre matchup. Good luck, Whitey. You’re gonna need it.

[The locker room. Whitey puts on his referee uniform]

Whitey: Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo. Okay, let’s give the little guy some support.

[Davey comes over to see a disgusting sight: Whitey’s butt cheeks are covered with white, furry hair as Whitey puts a jock strap on]

Davey: Ugh! Jeezum crow! Did I just see two Persian cats on your ass? I think I’m gonna (burping) barf.

Whitey: Your horn works, try the lights. (giggles)

Davey: Okay.

Whitey: (stretching) One. Two.

Davey: Good to see you still got those circus feet.

Whitey: Men’s 11 right foot, children’s 9 left foot. (does a jig) At your service.

Davey: (slurring) Yuck.

Whitey: Now, I assume you’ve done your pre-game stretching.

Davey: No, let me do it right now. (puts both hands up to Whitey in a fist, and flips his middle finger on both) One. Two. Three. {Shot of Whitey, nodding} Four. Five. Six.

Whitey: Okay. That’s good, but don’t forget your hammies.

[The basketball court. The game is just about to begin]

Narrator: Of course Whitey wouldn’t understand what getting flipped off means. {Whitey walks out onto the floor} He’s so behind the times, he thinks Viagra’s a big waterfall. (laughs) {A basketball goes under the 35th Annual All-Star Patch voting box. Whitey picks it up and sees his reflection through the sign} But there is one thing he knows. The voting has begun for the highest honor anyone in town could receive.

Whitey: I think it’s gonna be your year, Whitey, I really do. (sees Davey walking out) Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don’t even think of coming on this floor with those hard soles, pally.

Davey: Fine, I’ll just ref in my socks. (knocks his shoes into the air, the first one knocking a hanging light out, the second one knocking one of the judge’s head into the buzzer button, sounding the buzzer) Must be game time.

Whitey: Don’t let him push your buttons, Whitey.

[Whitey blows his whistle, starting the game]

[A little later. The basketball game is well into. Davey watches as the team runs to one side of the court, Whitey panting and trying to catch up. A shot is missed. The team runs to the other side, Whitey panting and trying to catch up again. Another shot is missed. Same thing happens yet again. Another shot missed, as one kid passes it to a fat kid]

Kid #1: What are you waiting for?

Kid #2: Come on. Dribble! Hurry up!

[The fat kid tries to run and dribble, but trips over. Whitey rushes to Davey]

Whitey: What, no whistle on that one, ref?

Davey: Okay. (he blows the whistle and goes over to the fat kid) Foul on this kid for eating everything in sight.

Fat Kid: Huh?

Davey: Jelly jugs, next time you come on my court, you better wear a bra. Okay?

[The fat kid cries while Whitey tries to comfort him]

Whitey: He was just kidding, son. You’ve got very nice boobs.

[The fat kid just runs off crying more]

Person #1: Jerk!

Person #2: Idiot!

Audience: Boo!

Davey: (to basketball audience) Oh, you don’t like that? How about you throw something at me. I dare you.

Person #3: With pleasure!

[The crowd throws items on the court, making the floor dirty]

Whitey: They’re scratching up my floor. Here comes a seizure. (falls on the floor and begins having a seizure) This will pass in a second, kids. Don’t be scared.

Kid #3: Is he break dancing?

Davey: (blows his whistle) Okay, that’s it. Game over. Nobody wants to see an old man die. Fatty’s team loses 'cause I want to see him cry again.

[The fat kid, now in his parents’ arms, continues to bawl]

Whitey: I want to talk to you in my office.

[By office, Whitey means the Dukesberry Mall. Night. Whitey and Davey enter the mall, filled with Christmas decorations]

Davey: Why the hell are we at the mall? Whitey: ‘Cause you need to clean your brain out, pal. And to me, the mall is the best place to do that.

Davey: So, what’s good about this place?

Whitey: What’s good about it? Everything. You want a pair of socks? (pointing) My buddy, Mr. Foot Locker will warm your feet. You need a fancy doodad? Hello, Sharper Image. Thanks for the combination pogo stick/clock radio. I mean, The Body Shop, the Tie Rack, GNC, Radio Shack, Petland for a cat or two, Spencer’s Gifts for some fake dog doo, Sbarro’s, Dunkin’ Donuts, they’re simply the best. And don’t forget the orange chicken at Panda Express. (at See’s Candies) But if you’re short of cash like little old me, the window shopping’s always free.

Davey: Is that something you prepared or did you just rhyme that many times in a row by accident?

Whitey: Yeah, that was weird, wasn’t it?

Davey: Maybe you are a leprechaun.

[Victoria’s Secret. Davey and Whitey are seen walking to the food court from the entrance]

Whitey: Let’s just get some snacks and chat. Okay?

[The dressing rooms. A woman opens the door to see, who else, but the fat kid trying on bras]

Fat Kid: Huh? Woman: Aren’t you a boy?

[He runs off crying]

[The food court, Whitey picks up some food]

Whitey: Now I’d like to make this work out. But in order to do so, you’re going to have to learn (shot of Jennifer and Benjamin from outside the banquet hall are seen working at Dunkin’ Donuts. Benjamin points to Whitey) that youth league basketball ain’t about you and your lack of respect for others. {They sit down at a table overlooking the entire mall} It’s about the kids and teaching them responsibility and teamwork. I’ve been doing my part for 35 years. Are you ready to join me, big guy? {Davey grabs the box of fries and dumps it on the table, spelling out “BITE ME”} (smug) Joke’s one you, tough guy. I can’t read.

[Jennifer and Benjamin (with a Game Boy Advance in his hands) walk over to Whitey with a bag]

Jennifer: Special delivery for Whitey Duvall, sugar-free donuts.

Whitey: (grabbing the bag) Every day she does this for me! Jennifer, you’re too much. (to Davey) My fraternal twin sister’s a diabetic and out of respect for her and her disease, I don’t eat sugar products.

Jennifer: There’s a surprise in there. I think you’re gonna like it.

Whitey: (opening the bag and feeling through) Don’t tell me it’s Bavarian cream-filled. (grabs a donut and eats it; joyous) It is Bavarian cream-filled! (standing on his chair and dancing) Hubba-bubba! These babies make my taste buds do double daffies, for gosh sakes! {Jennifer looks at Davey for second, who scowls at her} (to Benjamin) Hey, what are you doing hiding over there? Jennifer: (pushing Benjamin over to Whitey) It’s okay, sweetheart. Come talk to Whitey.

Benjamin: Hi, Whitey. (pointing out his Game Boy) I got another Chanukah present tonight.

Whitey: Wow, Benjamin, an Etch-A-Sketch. Not too shabby.

Davey: That’s a Game Boy, you idiot.

Whitey: Oh, sorry, I’m not up on modern technology. But I guess my friend Davey is. (to Benjamin) Why don’t you tell him what else you got?

Benjamin: First night, I got a basketball and some dreidels. Then, night two I got a pop tent so I can camp in the backyard. And tonight, I got this.

Davey: Wow. Maybe on night four, the Chanukah monster will take a big crap on your bed.

Jennifer: Thanks for sharing the holiday spirit, psycho. Come on Benjamin, you can help me clean the muffin trays. Bye, Whitey.

Benjamin: See you at the game tomorrow.

Davey: (looking at Jennifer’s behind) I’ll tell ya, your girlfriend’s backyard isn’t sugar-free. That baby looks sweet.

Whitey: (angry, interjecting Davey’s point-of-view) Technical foul! Technical foul! That’s a lady, and you will not speak about her in that way!

Davey: (easing Whitey) Easy.

Whitey: She happens to be going through a tough time now. Last spring, her husband of thirteen years ups and leaves her for some woman he met on the computer. She had the courage to move back to town a month ago to try and raise her boy on her own.

Davey: So she’s available?

Whitey: Oh, you wish, mac. You blew your shot with her twenty years ago.

Davey: Twenty years? (in realization) Was that Jennifer Friedman?

Whitey: I’m surprised you have enough brain cells left to remember.

[Flashback to 1981. The Jewish Community Center basketball court. A twelve year-old Jennifer passes the ball to a twelve year-old Davey]

Davey: Hey, Jennifer, you still coming over to watch “Dukes of Hazzard” after the game?

Jennifer: That’s a big 10-4, Davey.

Mr. Stone: Hey, Davey. {pan over to Davey’s parents, wanting to take a picture} Smile! Your mom wants to take a picture.

[Davey smiles for the camera while Jennifer smirks while gleaming at him, the picture is taken]

Mrs. Stone: Thanks, honey.

Davey: If my parents fall asleep early, I’ll show you my basement.

Jennifer: Keep dreaming.

[Cut to a 50 year-old Whitey, combing his…afro?]

Whitey: Ah, they make a nice couple boogie-oogie-oogies.

[Back to present day. Davey and Whitey walk over to the mayor (voiced by Kevin Nealon) on the mall’s first floor]

Davey: (to Whitey) I don’t know when you were goofier, then or now.

Whitey: Good evening, Mayor Stuey Duhy. Out for some late-night shopping? Mayor: Yeah. Then I have to get back to work and figure out how to rebuild our giant menorah and Santa. Thanks for ruining the ice pageant again, Stone.

Davey: I didn’t do it for you, I did it for the ladies.

[Makes a move towards some woman walking by]

Women: Oh, yeah right.

Whitey: Um, so has there been talk about who the luck patch recipient might be this year or…?

Mayor: That’s up to who the town votes for. Could be you or me or anybody. All right, I’m going to get going now.

Whitey: Heheheh, happy holidays, your excellence.

Davey: (sarcastically) Good night, mayor! And the answer to your question is Spencer’s Gifts. They definitely have furry underwear.

[The mayor sulks in front of the old lady from “Davey’s Song”. He tries to explains, but she interrupts]

Old Lady: You’re gross.

Mayor: Ohh…

[They walk out of the mall, with following dialogue beginning the “Patch Song”]

Whitey: (dreamy) Is it just me or did you notice when he said it could be you, there was a certain sincerity in his voice, or—

Davey: You actually give a crap about winning a patch? Whitey: It’s only the most prestigious award given out at the all-star banquet. Can you imagine…

[Music begins; Whitey begins to dance]

Uh-won’t Uh-you Uh-dance with me At the annual all-star uh-banquet Uh-we’ll (suddenly has on a tuxedo) Uh-be So fancy free At the annual all-star uh-banquet {all the cars in the parking lot turn there lights on} Everyone in town will be looking their best (starts to walk into a golden banquet hall) Even Mrs. Selman with the one extra breast It’s the kind of a night when your feet match (his feet are now both "children’s" size) When you feel nearly five foot three! They’ll laugh (walks down a golden banister) And they’ll dance And they’ll pee in their pants ‘Cause there’s a patch at the all-star banquet Waiting for me!

[Back to the parking lot. Davey waits by the car]

Davey: Can you take me home now?

Whitey: Yeaa…

[Dukesberry bridge. Night. Whitey’s car crosses it]

Narrator: Well, that was nice of Davey to snap Whitey out of his little dream.

[Whitey’s car. Davey watches Whitey drive]

Narrator: All that song was saying was the patch means the world to Whitey. I mean, he’s rather be remembered for his hard work, not for the fact that he had the hairiest buns in the locker room. {Davey pulls out some peanut brittle and starts to eat it} Can you blame him?

Whitey: How’s that peanut brittle?

Davey: Crunchy and delicious.

Whitey: Funny, I don’t remember Denise or Janice ringing up a purchase for you.

Davey: I guess that means I stole it, doesn’t it?

Whitey: (freaking out) G-g-g…nneeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Whitey slams on the brakes]

Davey: Easy, seizure boy!

[Whitey’s head hits the steering wheel]

Whitey: Ooh! That’s it. I’m calling the judge.

Davey: Go ahead. I’ll be on the first bus outta here. I ain’t spending ten years in prison.

Whitey: Maybe I’ll just take you in myself. Don’t think you can intimidate me just 'cause of my size.

Davey: Why? You’re smaller than me? (bounces Whitey up and down) I didn’t notice that.

Whitey: Put me down! Put me down! And get out of my car right now! Davey: Oh, no. You’re going to make me walk ten feet? (opens door to reveal his trailer) ‘Cause that’s where I live, idiot!

Whitey: Oh.

Davey: (sarcastically) Thanks for the ride, patchy. It was great patching with you. And I guess I’ll patch you later. (slams car door)

Whitey: I’m letting this one go, Stone. But next screwup, it’s slammer time. Hmm! (tries to start the car, but it’s stuck. Winds down window to talk to Davey) Got any sand or rock salt in there? I need to get some traction.

Davey: (at trailer door, angrily imitating Whitey) Got any sand or rock salt in there? ‘Cause I need to get some—(regular voice) OH SHUT UP! (slams door)

Whitey: (winding up the window) He could’ve at least given me a push or something.

[Inside Davey’s trailer. Davey walks over to the fridge, as a card (saying “To Our Son Davey”) falls down. He looks at it, and puts it by the picture of him and his parents. Davey walks over with a bottle of beer and turns on the TV]

TV Announcer: --closing, channel 36 would like to wish all of its Jewish viewers the very happiest of Chanukahs.

Davey: (gets mad) Boooo!

[He angrily unplugs the TV]

[Outside, Whitey has trouble starting his car late into the night]

[Inside the trailer, Davey laughs at Whitey]

[Whitey is trying not to fall asleep at the wheel]

[Davey laughs some more in his cozy trailer]

[Whitey sees some deer, as if they were a sign of hope. He rolls down his window to talk to them]

Whitey: Hey! A little help, fellas?

[The deer (by the way, are also voiced by Adam Sandler, an intresting note) chatter and start to push Whitey’s car forward]

Whitey: A-one, a-two, a-threeeee!

[Whitey’s car drives off into the distance]

Whitey: Have a holly, jolly one, guys.

Narrator: Doesn’t it always make you feel good when you see a group of deer helping a motorist it need?

[Outside Whitey’s house. Night. It is filled with lights and cheap decorations on the front. Whitey drives up]

Narrator: But I bet Whitey wishes they showed up earlier, because his sister Eleanore, gets a little edgy when he’s late.

Eleanore: (off-screen) Whitey, where were you?

[Inside Whitey’s house. Eleanore holds a hand vacuum in her hand]

Eleanore: You’re an hour and 51 minutes late. I already called the morgue. They said you weren’t there but to try back later.

Whitey: (heading to the kitchen) I had an interesting talk with the mayor tonight. Eleanore: The mayor? (vacuums off Whitey’s dirty shoe footprints in the carpet) Was it about the ruffians who stole my Liz Taylor wig?

Whitey: (handling a kettle of hot water) Eleanore, that was 45 years ago.

Eleanore: I’m still shaking from it.

Whitey: Anyways, the mayor seems to think there’s a chance I might receive the patch this year.

Eleanore: Oh, boy. Let’s just soak our feet, brother.

[The living room. Whitey and Eleanore are about to soak their feet into buckets of hot water]

Whitey: First position, (lifting the feet up) second position. (soaking the feet in the water)

Both: Ahhhhhhhhhh…

Whitey: (picking up a magazine) See you later, smell.

Eleanore: Just don’t get your hopes up too high about the patch.

Whitey: I can handle myself, Eleanore. Trust me.

Eleanore: Ohh.

[Eleanore picks up her trombone and plays some music. Pan from the living room to outside where the music changes into a bit of the movie score]

Narrator: When you have enough lights to make your house look like the Vegas Strip, {Transition from night to day} you’re gonna have a pretty big electric bill. And being a volunteer referee for the youth basketball doesn’t {shot of an old bus stop} exactly get you in the Fortune 500. {Shot of a diner} So, old Whitey’s up bright and early every day, searching the town for odd jobs. {Shot of a 7-11 trucking unloading} to help make ends meet for him and Eleanore.

[Outside the mall, a huge Christmas tree. Whitey stands on top trying set the star straight while some men look from below]

Whitey: How’s that, fellas?

Man #1: It’s crooked, shorty. Move it to the right.

Whitey: You got it.

[Trying to fix the star, Whitey’s show cracks the branch, causing him to accidentally fall all the way down right into a box at the base of the tree]

Whitey: Whoops! (falling) Ow, oh, ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh, agghhh!

Man #2: Well, will you look at that. It’s a jackass-in-the-box.

[The other men (and one woman) laugh with him]

Man #1: Let’s go get some coffee.

Whitey: Anything else I can do for you guys?

Man #2: If you clean out the crappers, I’ll give you a buck.

[Pan to some dirty, stinky porta potties]

Whitey: Consider it done. Nice doing business with you.

[The men laugh]

[Later, Whitey grabs a hose and walks to the porta potties and starts hosing them down while singing to the music Eleanore played the night before. The sudden sound of puking is heard, as Davey steps out of the third porta potty, with a hangover]

Whitey: That’s what happens when you hit the bottle, pal. You go to sleep in Dukesberry, you wake up in Pukesberry. (starts to hose down the last porta potty, and laughs at his joke) Pukesberry.

[Davey, pissed off, shuts the door on Whitey, locking him shut]

Whitey: Hey. What are you do--? No! {Davey angrily pushes the porta potty down, sending Whitey down the hill in a room full of…excrement} Aggggghhhh! Eeeeee! Ugh…(climbs out, covered in human feces) The worst has happened. I’m covered in human feces.

[Davey rushes down the hill with a hose]

Davey: That’s a good look for you. But for health reasons, I should probably spray you off.

[Davey sprays Whitey with water, freezing him in ice]

Whitey: Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Davey: Smell you later, poopsicle. (laughs)

Whitey: (frozen) You’re a fricking degenerate.

Davey: (walking up the hill) I know I am.

[Transition to early nighttime. Whitey notices the deer walking over, still frozen]

Whitey: A little help, please. {The deer chatter and walk over and start licking Whitey to get him unfrozen} Hee-hee-hee, your tongues tickle. They tickle.

[One deer stops licking and shows his teeth, all full with feces]

[Outside the Jewish Community Center]

Narrator: Eww! You are right. That was gross.

[Inside, men are playing basketball. Davey walks over to see Whitey in the stands]

Davey: Hey, Thumbelina, there’s no kids playing today. Why’d you tell me to come here?

Whitey: I thought you could use a refresher course on b-ball rules and regulations.

Davey: You’re nuts. I’m going to go pound a few.

Whitey: First of all, you booze, you lose. And secondly, if you don’t turn around, Officer Sherman over there is gonna hear of the infamous peanut brittle incident.

[Pan to Benjamin, having trouble dribbling a ball]

Davey: What’s with the dunkin’ munchkin?

Whitey: His mom had to do a double shift, so I‘m watching him ‘til she can get here. (to Benjamin and Davey) Now, both of you cop a squat next to me and let’s observe.

[Later on. Whitey, Davey, and Benjamin are seated in the stands. They watch as some men play. One guy throws a shot while pushing another who’s in his way]

Basketball Guy #1: Charging! Our ball.

Whitey: See, that wasn’t a charge. It was actually blocking. The defender didn’t have both feet planted in time.

Davey: Oh, really? Because I thought that was high-sticking.

[Benjamin laughs at Davey’s joke]

Whitey: Don’t encourage him, Benjamin. He’s just upset because he can’t play no more. Twenty years of drinking destroyed the basketball lobe of his brain.

Davey: (interjecting) I could whoop any of those clowns out there even with you as my partner.

Basketball Guy #1: I’d like to see that. I’d like to see that right now.

[Basketball Guy #1 throws a basketball to Davey]

Whitey: He was just kidding, fellas. Whole lot of jibber jabber. We got no beef with you guys. Heeheehee.

Basketball Guy #1: Because if a midget and a drunk can beat us, I’d eat my own jockstrap.

Whitey: Nah, he don’t play ball anymore.

Davey: I’ll play. But if we win, you got to eat that guy’s jockstrap.

[Pan over to a sweaty, fat man trying to play basketball]

Basketball Guy #1: First to five wins. We’re shirts.

Whitey: Oh, boy. Does that mean we’re skins?

[The start of the game. Davey has his shirt off, and is dribbling the ball]

Davey: I don’t see any skin, monkey-man.

[Whitey barely has any skin on his body, except around his gut, with mostly just furry, white hair]

Whitey: Just pass me the ball.

Davey: All right, Fuzzy Wuzzy.

[Whitey grabs the ball]

Whitey: All right, simmer down, Whitey. Don’t travel. Don’t double dribble. I want a good, clean game and no back talk.

Davey: (trying to block Basketball Guy #1) Hey, orangutan, you’re playing, not reffing. Whitey: He’s right. Look for your opening and take it. (he looks between Basketball Guy #2’s legs) There it is!

[Whitey dribbles the ball in between the legs of Basketball Guy #2 and heads towards the basket. He stops]

Whitey: Now set yourself and shoot.

[Whitey’s about to shoot through, when Basketball Guy #1 comes in and knocks the ball right down onto Whitey’s head and into his mouth, knocking him out]

Davey: Oh, no.

[Benjamin gasps]

Davey: Are you finally dead, old man?

[Davey turns Whitey over to see he’s been knocked out and looking crazy, but still alive. He spits out the basketball]

Whitey: (delirious) I’ll be over to feed the cats in the morning, Mrs. Addison.

Davey: Okay, he’s useless. (drags Whitey over into the stands) One more thing. (sticks Whitey’s hand into his own pants, making Whitey feel his furry rear end)

Whitey: Good kitty. Nice kitty.

Davey: (to Benjamin) Muffin boy, what’s your real name?

Benjamin: Benjamin.

Davey: You’re in. Let’s go.

[Benjamin takes his shirt off, ready to go in the game]

Basketball Guy #1: (to Davey) You’re trading in the midget for a spaz? This is going to be even sadder.

[Benjamin begins to walk over]

Davey: We’ll see. Your ball. (about to pass the ball, Davey throws it behind his back) Oops.

Benjamin: (to Davey) I’m not very good.

Davey: That’s all right. Just try to stay confident, and if I say shoot it, shoot it.

Basketball Guy #1: (passing Davey the ball) Game on.

Davey: (who’s blocking Basketball Guy #2, to Benjamin) He may be big, but he’s ugly, Benny. (passing the ball back to Basketball Guy #1) Good luck, chump. (steals the ball from Basketball Guy #1) I’ll take that.

Basketball Guy #1: Hey! {Davey teases him with the ball, then passes it to Benjamin} Huh?

[Benjamin, now holding the ball, tries to get away from Basketball Guy #2]

Davey: (to Benjamin) Put it up! {Benjamin shoots at the basket, with Davey intercepting, blocking Basketball Guy #1’s chance of receiving the ball} Coming through! {Benjamin sighs sadly} (to Benjamin) That’s all right, just keep your elbow in. (passes the ball to Benjamin) Now stick it, kid!

[Benjamin shoots at the basket, and scores]

Benjamin: (messing up his hair) Yeah!

Davey: (to Basketball Guy #1) Uh oh, looks like you better start showing the spaz some respect.

Basketball Guy #1: Just keep playing.

[Basketball Guy #1 passes the ball to Davey, who twirls it with his finger for a second, then begins dribbling, taunting Basketball Guy #1 as Benjamin and Basketball Guy #2 look at each other, wondering what Davey is getting at]

Davey: Where am I going, baby? Where am I going? Oh, snap. Oh, snap. Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Basketball Guy #1: (to Basketball Guy #2) Trap him!

Basketball Guy #2: (on his way to Davey) I’m on it!

[Davey quickly passes the ball to Benjamin]

Davey: (to Benjamin) It’s all you, buddy. {Benjamin shoots at the basket and scores} (pointing to the sweaty, fat man, doing aerobics in the corner) I hope you all like your jockstraps extra sweaty.

Sweaty, Fat Man: A-one. A-two. A-three.

Basketball Guy #1: (pulling Basketball Guy #2 by the collar) You wanna win this or not? Basketball Guy #2: Yeah.

Basketball Guy #1: (pointing to Benjamin) Well, then cover the nerd.

Davey: (holding the ball, to Basketball Guy #1) The saga continues. (once again taunts Basketball Guy #1, and pretends to pass to Benjamin)

Basketball Guy #1: (running over to Benjamin) Not this time, little man. (realizing Benjamin doesn’t have the ball; turning to Davey) Huh?

Davey: (showing off the ball) Hey, look what I still got.

[Davey shoots the ball at the basket and scores]

Basketball Guy #2: (to Basketball Guy #1) Yeah, good coverage.

[Basketball Guy #1 pouts and screams at the fact that Davey and Benjamin are winning]

Benjamin: (wowed, to Davey) What a shot!

Davey: (to Basketball Guy #1, who walks over) I call that the top-of-the-key-eat-the-jockstrap shot, you see. (the ball is passed to him, and continues to taunt Basketball Guy #1, even throwing it in his face, and receiving it back) Hold it now. Hold it now. {Basketball Guy #2 and Benjamin are still floored at Davey’s ability to tease Basketball Guy #1 for so long} Where’s it going now?

Basketball Guy #2: How’s he doing that?

Davey: (still taunting Basketball Guy #1) Oh, boy. (passes it to Benjamin) Put it up, Ben.

[Benjamin shoots to the basketball, with Basketball Guy #2 missing a chance to receive it]

Davey: Got a piece! (jumps up and slam dunks the ball into the basket) Bam! Got a piece of my ass!

Basketball Guy #2: (furrowing his brow at Basketball Guy #1) Hmm.

Basketball Guy #1: Shut up!

Davey: (high-fiving Benjamin) One more basket and it’s chow time, boys.

[Jennifer walks into the hallway, looking through the glass double doors to see Davey and Benjamin conversing their next moves]

Davey: (high-fiving Benjamin) Let’s bring it home. You’re my boy, Benny. {Jennifer smiles at the fact that Davey is letting Benjamin play basketball with him} (passes the ball to Benjamin, who passes it back. Davey recieves the ball, passes it to Benjamin again, who passes it back, but not before rounding the basketball around his body) Whoa, little Iverson.

[Davey recieves the ball from Benjamin, and starts heading for the basket]

Basketball Guy #1: Double up on Stone! Basketball Guy #2: You got it!

Davey: Put it up, Benny. (throws the ball into the air, and Benjamin rides on his back, and slam dunks the ball into the basket)

Basketball Guy #1: What’s happening? (realizing) No!

Davey: Oh, Benny!

Basketball Guy #1: (furious) You gotta be kidding me!

[Jennifer is smiling wide this time]

Benjamin: Yeah!

[Davey pulls Benjamin down]

Davey: (whispering, to Benjamin) Now say what I told you to say.

Benjamin: (yelling) Eat that nut-strap, be-yatch!

Jennifer: (walking in, mad, yelling) Benjamin! {Benjamin nudges Davey, and smiles cautiously to his mother} Don’t ever use that kind of language again. Do you hear me?

Benjamin: I’m sorry.

Davey: (to Jennifer) Aww, he’s just having some fun.

Jennifer: (to Davey) Cursing and acting like a jerk may be your idea of fun, but it’s not going to be his. One Davey Stone around here is enough.

[Jennifer walks away with Benjamin. Cut to Whitey, still knocked out and feeling his ass]

Whitey: My finger’s in your mouth, kitty, but I don’t feel no teeth.

Jennifer: Let’s go, Benjamin.

[Basketball Guy #1 is facing the horror of eating the Sweaty, Fat Man’s jockstrap, who overlooks]

Sweaty, Fat Man: Why are you eating that?

Benjamin: (with his shirt back on, to Davey) You know, my mother doesn’t like you very much.

Davey: You know, I don’t like me very much either. {Music begins} Nice playing with you, mini-Shaq.

[Jennifer looks at Davey, who sighs at her]

[Outside, night. Jennifer and Davey (with Whitey knocked out next to him) drive home. This begins the spoken prelude of the song “Long Ago”]

Davey: What the hell was she looking at me like that for?

Jennifer: How could they let that guy work with children?

Davey: Giving me those nasty eyes. I was being nice to her kid.

Jennifer: They should’ve locked him up for good.

Davey: At least she was looking at me. That felt all right.

Jennifer: Why can’t he just be like he used to be?

Davey: It all seems so long ago

Jennifer: Young and happy don’t you know

Davey: Down by the creek I would show Fireflies to that girl

Jennifer: But that was back when he was nice

Davey: Before my warm heart turned to ice

Whitey: My sister’s wig once had lice

Jennifer: But that was long ago

Davey: The schoolyards where we were The first time I kissed her

Jennifer: (chuckling) He thought he got some tongue

Davey: But it was only retainer

Whitey: Eleanore’s bra is a trainer

Davey: Well, over there’s my family home

Jennifer: And the woods we used to roam

Whitey: The only time I had sex was on the phone

Phone Sex Lady: (in a commercial with “1-555-BOOBIES” at the bottom of the screen) But that was long ago

Davey: I carved our names upon that tree

Jennifer: I loved him and he loved me

Mayor: (in his office) My darling wife was once a he

Mayor’s Wife: (a clear once-male) But that was long ago

Jennifer: He’d always whisper in my ear

Davey: But then I started drinking beer

Whitey: My jewels got licked by six frisky deer

Deer: (giggle, still with feces on their teeth)

Jennifer: Now he’s just a loner and a liar

Davey: And my trailer’s caught on fire…fire?! {Davey’s trailer is set on fire by no one else but Basketball Guy #1, still the jockstrap in his mouth, who runs away} Oh my god!

Whitey: (waking up, shouting) Be careful!

[Davey runs in and rescues only his card from his parents. He runs back out to see Whitey standing out of the car, looking on the disaster. Davey wipes the card of the ash on it]

Whitey: Maybe it’s some kind of sign. After all, Chanukah is the festival of lights.

Davey: (turns red, angry) I should stick you on a twig and roast you.

Whitey: Just get back in my car. You’ll stay with me and my sister for a while.

Davey: I ain’t living with you buffoons.

Whitey: What other options do you got, Mr. Rockefeller?

[Davey looks at his trailer burning to the ground. Fade to black]

[Fade into Whitey and Eleanore’s house. Night. Eleanore is knitting, when the phone rings]

Eleanore: (picking up the phone) Hello?

Mischievous Kid: (over phone) Hi, is Ophelia there?

Eleanore: Ophelia who?

Mischievous Kid: Ophelia Hiney.

Eleanore: Oh, feel my hiney? {Kids over the phone laugh} You hoodlums better bring my wig back! I know it was you! (puts down the phone) {Whitey and Davey enter the house.

Whitey walks past Eleanore, whereas Davey stands by the door, causing Eleanore to notice someone else then Whitey is in her house} Huh? (noticing Davey, panicked) AUGGGHH! (running into the kitchen wildly) It’s a home-invasion robbery! (in the kitchen, grabbing a ladle and a pot, putting it on her head) Take whatever you want, but please don’t chop my legs off!

Whitey: (entering kitchen, easing Eleanore) It’s okay, Eleanore, it’s okay.

Eleanore: Whitey, thank God you’re here. We’re being robbed by a lunatic. (to Davey) Mister, if you’re going to kill us, take off your wet shoes. They’re soaking the carpet.

Davey: (brushing off Eleanore’s remarks) Hmm.

Whitey: Eleanore, that’s Davey Stone, my new partner.

Eleanore: The criminal?! Did he force you to bring him here so he could molest you?

Davey: Hmm?

Whitey: His home just went up in flames, so I invited him to stay with us for a while.

Eleanore: (takes her glasses and pushes them out to get a better look at Davey, then takes the pot off her head) Okay, but I’m making an inventory of every single item in this house.

Davey: (bored) Fascinating.

Eleanore: (pointing at Davey shuffling something in his jacket) Look! He already stole something. He’s hiding it in his jacket.

Davey: (pulling out his card) I didn’t steal this. It’s a card my parents gave me.

Eleanore: So why don’t you go stay with them? Davey: They died.

Eleanore: My bad.

Davey: (pulling out a can of beer) Here’s to you guys for letting me crash over.

[Davey sprays the leftover foam on Whitey and Eleanore. Music begins, beginning the spoken prelude for the musical number “Technical Foul”]

Eleanore: Oh! Alcohol in our house? This is never going to work.

Whitey: It’ll work. We just need to set some ground rules so Davey knows how we do things around here.

Eleanore: I’m scared.

Whitey: Look, you gotta understand, it’s just been me and Eleanore for 67 years, so she gets nervous around strangers.

[Davey sees a picture of Eleanore and Whitey when they were infants]

Davey: I wouldn’t show that picture to anyone or they might try to take you two guys back to the laboratory. Whitey: Listen, we got rules in this house, and you better follow them, or you’ll find yourself outta here. {Davey just plops his self onto the couch} This might be harder than I thought!

If you come in from the street With dirty shoes on your feet That’s a technical foul If you switch the radio To some “modern” music show That’s a technical foul

{Davey just plays with an ornament on the Christmas tree, bored}

If you don’t shut the door After using the ‘fridgerator That’s a technical foul A technical foul

(takes a snowglobe from Davey’s hands)

If you touch the thermostat

Eleanore: You’ll get hit with a bat (pulls out a bat)

Whitey: ‘Cause that’s a technical foul

Eleanore: You will feel my wrath!

Whitey: If your hair clogs the drain

Eleanore: You’ll know the meaning of pain (pulls out numchucks)

Whitey: ‘Cause that’s a technical foul

Eleanore: I’ll show you no mercy! (bangs her head through a wooden board)

Davey: Oh, this is such bullshit-a

Eleanore: Hey!

Whitey: In this house we say bullspit Or it’s a technical foul

Eleanore and Whitey: A technical foul

Davey: Let me get this straight, you expect me to change my entire lifestyle in one night because you guys are a couple of psychotic control freaks?

Whitey: You got it, bub!

Eleanore: Or you can go rot in the gutter or something. It’s up to you, Yankee Doodle.

Davey: Well, I don’t wanna do that, but let me run a few questions by so I don’t screw up accidentally. {Whitey and Eleanore both plop down on the couch}

If I don’t spray Lysol after moving a bowel?

Whitey: That’s a technical foul

Davey: Okay. If I decide to wash my ass with your monogrammed towel?

Whitey: That’s a technical foul

Eleanor: (relaxed) Please, say hiney!

Davey: (pointing) If I make fun of your crazy feeties Or give sugar cookies to Miss Diabetes

Whitey: That’s not only a technical foul, but possibly a homicide

(Eleanore takes her trombone and plays a few notes.)

Davey: Can I sleep past three?

Whitey: If you do, you’ll get a T

Davey: Take a whiz in those flowers?

Whitey: I’ll say hit the showers

Davey: Use this horn as a bong?

Whitey: Adios, Tommy Chong

Davey: Make some long distance calls?

Eleanore: You’ll get a kick in the balls! Oops!

Davey: Can I walk around with my morning erection?

Whitey: If you want an automatic ejection ‘Cause that’s a technical foul

Eleanore: But I’d like to see it anyways…just kidding.

[Music dies down to a simple piano beat; they all walk around each other in the living room, each singing a song simultaneously]

Whitey: There are certain rules which apply in one’s life With your sister, friends or imaginary wife Respect carries over beyond the court Whether you’re Jewish, diabetic or especially short My feet are strange and my groin is hairy My imaginary wife likes to be called Mary

Davey: (Beginning when Whitey starts singing “Respect carries over…”) I can’t believe I haven’t killed myself Here with Wigs McGee and a furry elf She’s neurotic and he’s a troll How did I get stuck in this shithole? Guess I’ll have to deal with your demands But please don’t touch me with your alien hands

Eleanore: (Beginning when Davey starts singing “She’s neurotic…”) They took my wig I remember the look in their eyes Why, oh, why Won’t someone retrieve my wig, wig, wig?

[Music builds for the finale]

Davey: I’ve got no right to growl

Whitey: When whistles, she’s on the prowl

Eleanore: (taking off her wig) Without my wig I look like an owl! Hoo hoo!

Davey: (laughing) Oh my god!

Whitey: Don’t laugh at her… Or it’s a technical…

Whitey and Davey: (grabbing buckets and preparing hot water in them) Foul! A technical foul! A technical…

All: Foul!

(they all soak their feet in the buckets)

Eleanore: Ahhh…

[Whitey and Eleanore start sleeping, while Davey look at them]

Narrator: Well, I guess Davey will have to make the best of this.

Davey: I guess I got to make the best of this.

Narrator: See, I told you. (laughs) But that shouldn’t be too hard for him. Even loners need company sometimes.

[The bathroom, the next morning. Davey brushes his teeth, while Whitey shaves his chest and Eleanore shaves her eyebrow]

Whitey: Shaving the chest.

Eleanore: Nobody needs a uni-brow.

[Davey just laughs at them]

[The mall. Whitey and Davey, who holds a bag, walk out of Spencer’s Gifts]

Whitey: This is going to scare her silly.

Davey: Yeah, it is.

[Whitey and Eleanore’s house, the living room. Eleanore holds a fake can of peanuts, with Davey and Whitey looking at her, smiling]

Eleanore: Peanuts for me? (opens the can, and snakes fly out) Ahh!

[Davey and Whitey laugh while Eleanore farts while screaming]

[Later, same place. Eleanore is trying to reach some cobwebs with a broom, and Whitey comes over to assist her. Davey walks into the room]

Whitey: Wish we were taller, Eleanore? Eleanore: I can’t reach the cobwebs.

[Davey picks up Whitey on his shoulders]

Whitey: Whoa-whoa-whoa!

[Davey picks up Eleanore, who rides on Whitey’s shoulders. Eleanore brushes off the cobwebs]

Eleanore: Thank you, Davey.

Davey: No problem, Eleanore.

[Later, same place. Night. Davey is lying on the couch, reading. Whitey turns on a light for him, while Eleanore brings him the fake can of peanuts. Davey grabs it, and snakes pop out. Eleanore laughs. Whitey starts having a seizure, and soon both Eleanore and Davey are laughing]

Davey: Good one, Eleanore.

[The skating pond. Day. Davey buys a hot chocolate from the concession stand]

Counter woman: (handing Davey the hot chocolate) Here you go.

Davey: (paying her) Thanks. Have a good day. (walks over to the patch voting box, and inserts a slip saying “WHITEY” into it) Good luck, old man.

[Davey walks over to Eleanore, trying to eat a corn dog with a fork and a spoon]

Eleanore: Now, I can understand wrapping the cornmeal around the hot dog, but why the heck would they shove this stick in here? I’m getting exhausted trying to cut around it.

Davey: You’re supposed to hold the stick and just eat the corn dog off of it.

Eleanore: (holding the corn dog the right way) Oh, how futuristic.

Davey: (laughing) Oh my god.

Eleanore: Zip up or you’ll catch a throat cold.

Davey: (zipping his jacket up, somewhat sarcastically) Oh, thank you. (sees Jennifer and Benjamin skating; to Benjamin) Hey, Benny! Nice game against Saint Catherine’s this morning. How many buckets you score?

Benjamin: Fourteen.

Davey: You’re gonna be league-high scorer if you keep that up, kid.

Benjamin: You just got to keep your elbows in.

Davey: That’s my man.

[Benjamin tries to drag Jennifer away, but she just stands and looks at Davey, who smirks at her. Meanwhile, Whitey is skating away, skating around Jennifer and Benjamin]

Whitey: Hey, you two, just doing circles. Wee! (backflips to the fence next to the concession stand seating area) Oopsy-doodle! (bows)

[Davey and Eleanore applaud Whitey]

Davey: Yeah!

Whitey: I haven’t done that in a while. Maybe I’m so excited about the banquet tonight it’s giving me extra oomph.

Eleanore: You’ll extra-oomph yourself right into another seizure if you don’t calm down.

Davey: Don’t worry, he’ll be all right. How’d you get so good on the ice, anyways?

Whitey: In the 50’s, I reffed youth hockey for a couple of seasons.

Eleanore: Until a wrist shot caught him in the back of the skull.

Whitey: Nothing a little metal plate couldn’t fix.

[Whitey knocks on his head]

Eleanore: He was in a coma for three months.

Whitey: I needed the rest anyways. (laughs along with Eleanore) {Jennifer looks at the three} Could I get a lift from you there, partner?

Davey: Uhh, sure.

[Davey lifts Whitey into a seat at the table]

Eleanore: So, Davey, did you play the hockey when you were a child?

Davey: Nah, those hockey players got to get up too early.

Whitey: This guy’s sport always was and always will be basketball. Back in ’81 he was the start of what is still known to this very day as the “JCC Miracle Game”. Eleanore: Oh, my.

[Flashback to 1981. The Jewish Community Center. Night. A game is going on]

Whitey (voice-over): The JCC was down by 24 points.

Coach: (huddled up with his team) The bad news is we stand no chance of winning this game. The good news is it’s Chanukah, so you’ll all get presents tonight anyways.

Davey: Speaking of presents, our parents come to all our games even though we always lose. So, I was thinking, maybe tonight we could try to win one for them. You know, as a gift.

Jennifer: The only way that’ll happen is if you take all the shots.

Davey: Well…if you guys don’t mind…

[They all put there hands in]

1981 Kid #1: It’s okay with us.

1981 Kid #2: Go for it.

1981 Kid #3: You got it.

All: (folding their arms up) Let’s win!

[They all scatter around the court]

Jennifer: (to Davey) Where are your parents, anyways?

[Davey’s parents are missing from the stands] Davey: I don’t know. Hopefully out getting me an Atari.

[Whitey (1981) throws the ball into the air and blows the whistle. The game has started. Davey recieves the ball, and shoots at the basket, and scores. Jennifer passes Davey the ball. A kid tries to grab the ball, but like Davey from the basketball game with Benjamin earlier in the movie, young Davey tricks him and shoots another basket, and scores]

1981 Kid #4: All right Davey!

[Davey shoots another basket after avoiding another kid, and scores. Another shot by Davey is scored and the crowd cheers. Davey deludes yet another kid and shoots, and scores. The kids cheer and appear extremely happy. Meanwhile, the police enter with a grim look on their faces. Jennifer passes the ball to Davey, who takes time to look at the stands…and his parents are still not there]

1981 Kid #5: Come on! 1981 Kid #6: Let’s go!

[A kid steals the ball from a distracted Davey. Jennifer, fending for Davey, runs in and knocks the ball out of the kid’s hands]

Jennifer: We’ll take that!

[Davey collects the ball, and tries to avoid another kid. The kid snaps the ball out of Davey’s hands before he’s about to make a shot]

1981 Kid #7: Not today! {Jennifer quickly jumps and slams dunks the ball} Whoa!

[Shot of the scoreboard. The final score is: HOME: 47, VISITOR: 46. The clock hits 00:00 and everyone in the community center cheers wildly.]

Whitey (1981): That kind of shooting makes me want to do the robot dance.

[Whitey, yes, does an ‘80s-esque robot dance to the tune of Styx’s “Mr. Roboto”. Meanwhile, the kids grab Davey and hold him high and cheer. Davey holds is arms up in joy]

[Freeze-frame. Cut back to present day, at the skating pond]

Davey: Okay, nice story. You can stop now.

Eleanore: No, no, go on. Whitey, I mesmerized. Davey: Can we just go? I’m cold.

Eleanore: I want to hear what happens next. It’s like a fairy tale.

[Davey sighs, knowing he’s about to hear something he doesn’t want to]

Whitey: Unfortunely, this fairy tale doesn’t have a happy ending.

[Cut back to 1981, right where we left off. The crowds and the kids still cheer, while two policemen give Whitey and the coach some information, and a card that says “TO OUR SON DAVEY”, seen in Davey’s trailer earlier in the movie. Whitey just sighs, and looks at Davey. The kids put Davey down, who somehow knows something’s wrong. Davey looks into the stands…no parents]

Whitey (voice-over): Davey was wondering where his parents were. {Davey looks at Jennifer and her mom hugging} Turns out they were on their way to the ball game {The coach gives Davey the news and the card} when a truck hit a patch of black ice and swerved into oncoming traffic. Mr. and Mrs. Stone tragically couldn’t get out of the way and died. {Davey, not be able to take the news, shoves away the coach and storms out} I couldn’t believe something that horrible could happen to a kid that nice.

[Jennifer sees Davey walk by]

Jennifer: Hey, Davey!

Whitey (voice-over): He walked right through that door {Whitey tells Jennifer the news, in which, horrified, she buries herself into her mother’s chest while Davey walks out of the community center} and into foster home after foster home until his 18th birthday.

[Whitey just sighs sadly]

[Cut back to present day, the skating pond]

Eleanore: Oh, my. You poor, poor boy. What in heaven’s name did you do?

Davey: Let’s just get off of this.

Whitey: He didn’t know how to handle it. What twelve-year-old would? He basically shut down.

[Cut back to 1981, the JCC locker room. Jennifer walks in. She peers over the corner to see Davey packing his stuff]

Jennifer: Hey.

Davey: Hey.

Jennifer: Davey, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say.

Davey: There’s nothing to say. My parents are dead. Happy Chanukah. Now, leave me alone.

[Davey walks out. Jennifer looks at him, with tears in her eyes]

[Cut back to present day, the skating pond]

Eleanore: That’s the saddest story I’ve ever heard.

[Eleanore weeps three times, snorts, and then relaxes and sighs, as if she’s gotten it out of her system]

Davey: (annoyed, slightly angry) Hey, I’m outta here. I don’t need this sympathy crap.

Whitey: Maybe it’s time you stop running from you emotions.

Davey: (slightly shouting) I’m not. I’m running from two crybabies who won’t shut up about something that isn’t any of their business.

Eleanore: You know, I read recently in “Reader’s Digest” that people who let themselves cry when they’re hurting are often stronger than the people who try to hold all their pain inside.

Davey: (turns red in anger, angry) Did you read about a deformed referee who spends 35 years trying to win some stupid patch, so he can pretend people actually like him?!

Eleanore: Which month was that in?

Whitey: (serious) Take that back.

Davey: Listen, if they have an award for the freakiest looking fraternal twins who no one even gives a crap about, you two are definitely winning. But that patch thing ain’t ever gonna happen for you because the truth is, (yelling) nobody in this town even knows you exist!

[Jennifer and Benjamin look up, concerned]

Eleanore: (starting to cry) You’re an animal!

Davey: And you’re bald!

[Davey angrily steals the wig off of Eleanore]

Eleanore: Not again!

[Eleanore trips over in her seat. Davey begins walking away]

Whitey: You’re not welcome in my house.

Davey: (yelling) Good, your house SUCKS!

Jennifer: Do you have to be nasty to everyone who tries to help you?

Davey: That’s my problem!

[Davey angrily throws Eleanore’s wig at Jennifer. Jennifer ducks and the wig lands on the China Dragon Waiter]

CDW: He just a no-goodnick. And I am the real Kristi Yamaguchi.

[The CDW skates off, and Jennifer looks at Davey walking away solemnly]

[Outside Whitey and Eleanore’s house. Day. Whitey and Eleanore walk out of the car]

Narrator: Wow. Just when you started to really like Davey, he goes and has a butthole relapse.

[The deer show concern for Whitey and Eleanore (who still has no wig)]

Whitey: (sadly) Hey, fellas.

[Whitey and Eleanore start walking up the steps]

Narrator: You know, Eleanore really does look like an owl. (chuckles) Sorry.

Whitey: Cheer up, Eleanore. Let’s just get ready for the banquet.

[Some of the deer walk in]

[Whitey and Eleanore’s house, Whitey’s room. Whitey puts on some cologne while four male deer walk in]

Whitey: It doesn’t hurt to smell nice. Does it, fellas? (giggles, than pats on of the deer who gives him a tie) You’re a good deer.

[Eleanore’s room. Three female deer wear Eleanore’s wigs in front of Eleanore, who sits on the bed]

Eleanore: Let’s try the red wig. And please, don’t crap on my carpet.

[Pan outward from the house]

Narrator: Well, while Whitey and Eleanore are getting ready for the banquet…

[Just outside town, night. Davey walks in a drunken daze]

Narrator: …the moron is having a party of his own. And when people get in the state that Davey’s in {Davey sees the mall} they do really stupid things, like go to a mall that’s obviously closed {Davey heads towards the mall} to yell at a woman that’s obviously not there.

[Davey drunkenly crashes through the glass employee entrance. The alarm sounds, but Davey just throws his beer bottle at it, which shuts it up]

Davey: SHUT UP! Jennifer! JENNIFER! (walks into the mall drunkenly) What’s the matter with the way I live my life? Huh, Jennifer?! Where are you?! Home reading your baby boy a bedtime story while he sucks his thumb and goes pee-pee on his blanket?! AWW, HORSESHIT!! Foot Locker Man: (offstage) Look who finally showed up. We’ve been waiting for you all night.

Davey: Who said that?

[Cut to the Foot Locker…yet this time the logo is coming to life. And the mall is changing into a red and blue dreamy color as the logos come to life. (if you’re wondering how this is like, think of the enchanted objects from “Beauty and the Beast”)]

Foot Locker Man: I said that. Everybody wake up! This is not a rehearsal. Numb-nuts is here.

[The Panda Express Panda wakes to life]

Panda Express Panda: Wee!

[A radio from Radio Shack wakes up]

Radio Shack Radio: Roger on that. Over.

[A massage chair from Sharper Image wakes up]

Sharper Image Chair: (very shaky) Let’s do this, people.

[The old lady in a box from See’s Candies springs to life]

See’s Candies Lady: Just let me put my teeth in. [She puts her dentures into her mouth.]

[A cup from Coffee Bean walks up to Davey]

Coffee Bean Cup: How do you like your java?

Davey: With a shot of whiskey.

Coffee Bean Cup: Let’s try it black instead.

[The Coffee Bean Cup spits out hot coffee on Davey]


{The Panda Express Panda walks up to K.B. Toys, knocks on the glass, which wakes the toy soldiers]

Panda Express Panda: Wake up, kids. Our hot and sour friend is here.

K.B. Soldiers: We’re coming, we’re coming!

Panda Express Panda: (sliding down) Wee!

[Cut to a dress from Victoria’s Secret coming to life]

Victoria’s Secret Dress: Ooh! It’s about time you got here. I’ve been lying in my bed tossing and turning.

[A promotional bottle from the window at GNC walks out alive]

GNC Guy: (seductively) I know. I was watching ya. {The dress scowls at him} (nervously) Uh…I mean, uh, me too! (smiles and winces)

Davey: What the heck is happening right now?

Foot Locker Man: Something that should have happened 20 years ago.

Radio Shack Radio: Time to cry, Davey. Over.

Davey: What? Get out of here. I’m leaving.

GNC Guy: You can run from Whitey, but you ain’t gonna run from us.

[The logos strap Davey to the Sharper Image chair. The “Intervention Song” begins]

Foot Locker Man: We all heard what happened at the skating rink today When Whitey brought up your sad past You snapped and walked away Well maybe they’re onto something that you should give a try Go ahead and let out and have yourself a cry

K.B. Soldiers: Let it out, Davey

Davey: Aw, shut your wooden mugs

Victoria’s Secret Dress: Let it out, Davey

GNC Guy: Would you check out her bezugs?

Davey: You all want me to deal with pain Well, “cheers” is what I say

GNC Guy: This here stuff just numbs the pain It don’t make it go away

See’s Candies Lady: You try to act so tough

Foot Locker Man: But you just live a lie!

Victoria’s Secret Dress: Why don’t you show your feminine side And have yourself a cry?

GNC Guy: (happily) Woo!

Coffee Bean Cup: Let it out, Davey

Davey: I’ll pour you down the sink

Sharper Image Chair: You gotta do it, Davey

Davey: Y’all can bite my dink You labels and logos are wasting your time Making me sit here ‘Cause nothing you can say or do Will make me shed a tear

Panda Express Panda: He possesses a strong spirit And won’t let down his guard

Foot Locker Man: So now we’ll bring in the big gun His beautiful Chanukah card

[Music changes into sad and soft. Suddenly, Davey’s card flies in on a balloon as the mall backgrounds change to normal. The card opens with a picture that Davey’s parents took of Davey (seen taking in an earlier flashback in the movie) and a picture of the parents themselves]

Radio Shack Radio: Take it, Davey, it might have money in it. Over.

[Davey’s parents in the picture come to life as well]

Mr. Stone: Happy Chanukah to our wonderful son

Mrs. Stone: You fill our lives with joy

Both: Don’t ever change the way you are {The logos disappear} You beautiful, 12-year old Boy

[Davey finally bursts into tears as the camera pulls back to reveal the two policemen]

Policeman #1: Breaking and entering. I knew you’d screw up eventually, Stone.

Davey: I’m sorry. Policeman #1: Save your sorries for the judge.

[The policemen get Davey up to arrest him. Davey quickly jumps around, grabs Policeman #2, handcuffs his hand to Policeman #1, puts him in a position where his crotch is on Policeman #2’s ass and runs out]

Policeman #1: (after a pause) Ohh, this is embarrassing.

[Outside the banquet hall. Jennifer prepares Benjamin for the all-star banquet. She looks at a husband holding the door open for his family]

Husband: Come on, guys.

Wife: Okay, sweetheart.

Benjamin: (to Jennifer) Don’t be sad, mom. I can be your date.

Homeless Man: You should let me be date. I may be dirty and smelly, but in the dark, I’m just smelly.

Jennifer: (standing up) Well, thank you, but he asked first.

[The parking lot. Whitey’s car slowly moves into a spot]

Eleanore: (off-screen, nervous) Oh my god! Slow down! Come on, I’m scared. Hey, why are we stopped now? {Whitey gets out of the car} What are you doing? What’s going on? Who’s out there? Do we need to call the police?

Whitey: (helping Eleanore out of the car) Don’t worry, Eleanore. I promise you’ll have a good time.

Eleanore: (off-screen) All right, brother. Let’s go win this thing.

[Eleanore steps out in a dress, with a coat on]

Whitey: You look like Audrey Hepburn if she was four feet and weighed 300 pounds.

Eleanore: (blushing) Thank you.

[They begin to walk to the banquet hall]

Whitey: Watch the ice, Eleanore. Don’t slip.

Eleanore: It’s all good, Whitey.

[They walk in front of a tall man, who seems to notice them]

Eli: Eleanore Duvall? Is that you?

Eleanore: Why do you want to know?

Whitey: What can we do you for, bub?

Eli: Ohh, I’ve been waiting to see your sister for many years.

Eleanore: Are you the kid who stole my wig? Eli: Yes, I’m Eli Wolstan and I’ve always felt bad about being so thoughtless when I was young. So I wanted to return this to you.

[Eli pulls out Eleanore’s old wig and gives it to her]

Eleanore: Thank you.

[Eleanore high kicks Eli right in the face, knocking him down and giving him a black eye]

Whitey: Feel better?

Eleanore: One more thing. (puts Eli’s hand down his crotch and puts on her old wig, tossing the new one on the CDW) Now I feel better.

CDW: (sporting the wig, to Eli, who wakes up) At least this one make me look pretty.

[Dukesberry. Police cars search for Davey]

Police Radio: Attention all officers. Davey Stone is on the loose.

[A spotlight reaches a bush. Once it passes by, Davey peeks his head from it, and notices a bus pulling up]

Bus System: Last bus to New York. City now boarding.

[Outside the banquet hall. Some deer walk up to the window to sneak a peek inside]

[Inside the banquet hall. The music for the “Patch Song” is heard in the background. Eleanore walks up to Whitey with a restroom germ protector over her shoulders]

Eleanore: Whitey, they were giving out lobster bibs in the bathroom.

Whitey: That’s not a lobster bib, Eleanore. That’s a germ protector for your tushy.

Eleanore: Oh, okay. Well, I’ll use it here. (takes off the protector and puts it on her seat, and sits) My hiney is germ-free and I love it.

[The three kids sitting across from Whitey and Eleanore on the small table snicker and laugh]

Mayor: (at a podium) Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Mayor Stuey Duhy, and I’d like to welcome you all to the 35th annual youth league basketball all-star banquet. {The townspeople clap} Well, for those of you celebrating Christmas tomorrow, merry Christmas.

90 percent of the townspeople: (raising their drinks) Merry Christmas!

Mayor: And for those of you celebrating the eighth night of Chanukah this evening, I’d like to say, happy Chanukah.

The rest: (raising their drinks) Happy Chanukah!

[Some laugh at the meager amount of Jewish people. Jennifer nudges Benjamin]

[Dukesberry. Davey walks up to the open Greyhound bus]

Bus Driver: Going to the Big Apple, son?

Davey: (climbing in) Yeah.

[Davey selects a seat]

Bus Driver: Business or pleasure?

Davey: (sitting down) Uh, freedom.

Bus Driver: Oh, I see. You’re one of them hippie-dippy fellas.

[Inside the banquet hall]

Mayor: Now, everyone knows I like to start these events with a joke. However, I’ve been so darn busy at the hardware store this year, I’ve had no time to think of a great one. But I did think of this driving over: Knock, knock. Townspeople: Who’s there?

Mayor: Don’t you.

Townspeople: Don’t you who? Mayor: Don’t you wish I hadn’t been so darn busy at the hardware store this year and I had more time to come up with a great one?

[The small joke sends off a trigger of laughs, maybe too much. Whitey climbs on the table in a fit of laughter, while the coach from the JCC Miracle Game flashback dances in the aisle. The kids at Whitey and Eleanore’s table are laughing so hard snot comes out there noses, but they’re laughing at Eleanore dancing in the aisle…with the germ protector firmly placed on her butt]

[Outside the banquet hall, the deer are laughing so hard poop flies out of them like machine guns firing]

[Inside the banquet hall, the CDW is laughing so hard, he tears off his shirt and bangs his head on the table]

Benjamin: (confused) Mom, I didn’t get that one.

Jennifer: I don’t think anybody did. People just try to be nice to the mayor.

Mayor: Yeah, it’s gonna be a good night. Now, let’s get to it. {The laughing stops} (pulling out an envelope, getting the slip inside) The award for most impressive growth goes to a kid who began at 4-foot-2 and is now about to take the stage at his current height of 6-foot-5. Donald Hardy! Get up you beanpole!

[The townspeople cheer and a lanky, tall teen stands up. He pulls off his shirt, which reveals very hairy armpits, making the townspeople gasp]

Donald: Saint Ignatius is number one!

Mayor: (to microphone) Hopefully that young man’s getting a weed whacker for Christmas.

[They all laugh]

Man #2: The mayor is very funny.

[Outside Dukesberry. Davey reminisces about the past and just sinks down]

Narrator: Look at Davey, inches away from a clean getaway. {Davey looks towards the banquet hall in the distance} But there’s some things you just aren’t meant to get away from.

[Suddenly, a popping noise is heard. All the bus tires go flat]

Bus Driver: What the hey? {The bus swerves around} Whoa! Whoa! Hang in there, Betsy! We’ll make it! Whoa!

[The bus screeches to a halt]

Davey: Nice driving skills, pal.

[The bus driver picks up a thumbtack]

Bus Driver: That’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. One thumbtack popped all eight of my back tires.

[The ice menorah emits it a glow to Davey]

Davey: (looking upwards) Okay. I see what you’re doing.

Bus Driver: Who you talking to? Having one of them hippie-dippy mushroom flashbacks?

[Davey walks out of the bus]

Davey: I need to go apologize to someone before I leave.

Bus Driver: I know you hippies don’t wear watches, but I should have it all fixed in thirty minutes.

Davey: (running off) I’ll see you then!

Bus Driver: Run, hippie, run!

[Outside the banquet hall. The music for the song “Technical Foul” plays in the background. The deer notice Davey walking up]

Davey: I’m just here to say I’m sorry to the little guy. I swear. {The deer think otherwise} If I give myself a wedgie, will you believe me then? {The deer contemplate, then agree} (gives himself such a wedgie that the underwear rips right off and knocks him down) Okay? {The deer nod} (walks to the window) Glad we could work that out.

[Inside the banquet hall]

Eleanore: I can’t believe I’m in the same room as the mayor.

Whitey: I can’t believe how many rolls you put in your purse.

[Eleanore pulls out her purse, filled to the brim with rolls]

Eleanore: It’ll be a nice snack for February.

[The kids snicker]

Mayor: Ladies and gentlemen, this next award, the Dukesberry All-Star Patch was created 35 years ago to recognize people for their tireless work ethic, their unparalleled generosity and their passion and dedication to both the league and to our fine community.

Eleanore: (to Whitey) Your hands are sopping wet. Don’t be so nervous, Whitey.

Whitey: I’m not nervous. I’m excited. I’ve been waiting 35 years for this night.

[Outside the banquet hall. The deer notice the police walking up. They contemplate what to do. Policeman #3 walks up to see the deer doing a pyramid]

Policeman #4: You see something? Policeman #3: Just some deer doing a pyramid.

Policeman #4: Okay, well, let’s keep looking.

[The deer collapse and walk back up to the window]

Davey: Good job, fellas.

[Inside the banquet hall. The mayor holds up the patch]

Mayor: Hand-picked by you, the people of our fine town {Whitey looks at it in hope} I now present the 35th annual Dukesberry All-Star Patch Award to…(rips the envelope and pulls out the slip)

Davey: (looking from the window with the deer) Please let there be a miracle.

[Jennifer and Benjamin both cross their fingers. Whitey stands up, as if he knows it’s him]

Mayor: …Tom Baltezor! {Whitey is crushed} Tom, come up here and get this sucker!

[Tom Baltezor stands up (basically an animated Jon Lovitz, who also voices him), while Whitey is still trying to contemplate what is going on. Benjamin sadly looks down]

Man: Attaboy, Tommy!

[Davey tears up lowering his head as well. Whitey and Eleanore sadly gather up their things. Whitey claps a few times and enters out as the scene turns into slow-motion]

Davey: (in Whitey’s mind as Whitey tears up) Nobody in this town even knows you exist!

[Whitey exits while Eleanore steps in one more time]

Eleanore: All of you people can bite my germ-free booty!

Townspeople: Huh?

[Outside the banquet hall. Davey finishes crying]

Davey: Looks like I better do a lot more than just apologize. See you in ten years, fellas.

[Davey walks up to the double doors]

[Inside the banquet hall, Tom is at the podium]

Tom: When I was a kid playing youth league ball for Palmer Episcopal, I dreamed of two things: Learning to make a lay-up with my left hand and becoming a multi-billionaire. I think you all know which dream came true.

[Tom pulls out a hook in place for his left hand, which shocks the CDW]

CDW: WOW! Sorry! That one caught me by surprise.

Tom: And even though I don’t recall scoring a point during my four seasons of play (laughs with the townspeople) {Davey enters the banquet hall} the memories of the fun times I did have made it very easy for me to purchase the new digital scoreboard for the community center earlier this year. Thanks for the recognition.

[The crowd cheers]

Man: Thanks for the scoreboard! Woman: Thank you, Tommy!

[Davey stands on a chair and addresses to the people]

Davey: Excuse me! Can I just say something?

Policeman #1: (pointing) There he is!

Mayor: Stone, what are you doing here?

Policeman #1: (handcuffing Davey) Getting himself arrested, Mayor Duhy cause he broke into the mall.

CDW: I LOVE IT! Your ass busted! Now you go to jail and marry big, smelly man.

Judge: Stone, you screwed up for the last time. That ten-year sentence I promised you starts tonight.

Townspeople: Yeah!

Davey: (tearing up) Please, just let me speak for one second!

Benjamin: (squinting) Are those tears in his eyes? Jennifer: Finally. (stands up) Let the guy talk! After all, it is the holidays.

Mrs. Selman: (standing up) She’s right. And THEN we’ll send him up the river! Townspeople: Yeah!

Mayor: Okay, Mrs. Triple-Nipple—I, I mean Mrs. Selman. Go ahead, Mr. Stone. Let’s hear your parting words of wisdom.

[The policemen let Davey go]

Davey: I know you people don’t like me, I know you don’t care about my opinion, but here it goes. Tommy, nothing personal, but Whitey Duvall should have won the patch tonight and you people are all crazy for not realizing that.

Tom: Why would we give Whitey Duvall the patch? So he could use it as a blanket.

[The townspeople laugh uproariously. Tom tries to pat the Mayor with his hook, but it just stabs him]

Mayor: Ow! Oww! Oww!!

Davey: That’s the reaction I thought I get.

[Music suddenly begins, starting up the musical number “Bum Biddy”]

Everyone in this room has been associated with Whitey, that through basketball or the mall or various odd jobs he does around town for free or a most a dollar! And I’m guessing 99 percent of you have either laughed in Whitey’s face or ruthlessly made fun of his feet or voice or sister or shortness when he wasn’t looking!

But the next time you’d see him, he’d go out of his way to smile and wave at you and ask about your mother’s operation or something like that because he, unlike us, actually cares about somebody other than himself!

The reason I bring this up to you Is because…I was the worst offender Of all…

(Reminisces about the past being mean to Whitey)

My life was simply going nowhere Then a tiny little man rushed to my side He should’ve gotten a big ”Thank you” Instead he got a porta-potty ride I was such a shithead But he never quit on me ‘Til I told him he was useless And his sister was freaky!

[A family man stands up, and reminisces about watching a football game]

Family Man: Once when we were watching Sunday football A fuzzy screen was all that we could see Whitey came over with hanger And spent the game on top of a TV And then lightning stuck him He let out a wicked, loud yell But we just turned up the volume And ignored the burning smell— We should all rot in hell!

[The old lady from “Davey’s Song” and the mall stands up and starts reminiscing about a prank she played on Whitey back in high school]

Old Lady: I went to high school with Whitey As a joke I told him to “Meet me at the prom” When he got there I told him “I can’t believe you thought I was serious” So he ran home crying and slow danced with his mom

Davey: What a crushing blow to Whitey I bet you wish you can take it back!

CDW: How could you be all so mean to Whitey? Seems to me you are all on crack!

[The homeless man gasps]

Jennifer: Tonight Whitey was counting on this town To show him that we car-are But the first time he really needed us We weren’t there! (holds the line until Davey finishes his)

Benjamin: And on Christmas eve and the last night of Chanukah!

Davey: It’s just not fair!!

[Policeman #2 starts dancing in the aisles]

Policeman #2: Bum biddy biddy biddy bum bum Bum biddy biddy biddy bum

[The CDW joins him]

CDW: Bum biddy biddy biddy bum bum Bum biddy biddy biddy bum

Davey: (about Tom) I wonder if that guy ever wiped his ass with the wrong hand?

Tom: (ashamed) Yes.

All: Bum biddy biddy biddy bum bum Bum biddy biddy bum

[Outside the banquet hall, looking over]

All: Bum biddy biddy biddy bum bum Bum biddy biddy biddy bum (fading out) Bum biddy biddy biddy…

[Cut to Whitey’s car driving to the mall]

Eleanore: (offscreen) I’m so sorry they hurt you, Whitey.

Whitey: (offscreen) We should go to the mall.

[Inside Whitey’s car]

Whitey: That place always makes me feel better.

Eleanore: (strapped tightly to her seat) But it’s closed.

Whitey: Maybe the night guard forgot to lock the door again.

Eleanore: Well, if he didn’t, we can at least sit in front of it. These are desperate times!

[Outside the mall. Whitey approaches the door]

Whitey: Let the door be open. Please, just give me that.

[Whitey successfully opens the door]

Eleanore: Oh, thank god!

[Inside the mall. Whitey and Eleanore walk to the main rotunda]

Eleanore: This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. It’s like a sanctuary.

Whitey: Eleanore, could you just give me a second to say a few words in private?

Eleanore: (hugging Whitey) Take as much time as you need, Whitey.

Whitey: (takes off his coat and walks to the dead center of the rotunda. He sits on his knees) Hey, mall, long time, no see. Fourteen hours to be exact. If you haven’t heard by now, I didn’t get that patch I’ve been telling you about for all these years. In fact, I’ve been kind of kidding myself to even think I was in the running. You see, the people of Dukesberry think I’m nothing but a joke. So I was kind of thinking, maybe I should move to a town where nobody knows who I am. (the Foot Locker Man sheds a tear, as well as the Panda Express Panda) At least then they’d have a reason not to acknowledge me. I think Eleanore might like Florida, and I hear they got some pretty amazing malls there.

Davey: (offscreen) You’re not going anywhere. Whitey: Huh?

Eleanore: Holy shit, did the mall just say something?!

Davey: (walking out of the shadows) No, it was me.

Whitey: What do you want, Stone?

Davey: I came to apologize, Whitey.

Whitey: Well, there’s nothing to apologize for, Stone, because you were right. Nobody does care about me.

Davey: I don’t think that’s true. Do you, Mr. Mayor?

[The mayor walks out]

Mayor: Whitey, tonight for the first time in years, your partner, Davey Stone, actually did a good thing for this community.

Eleanore: What he do, steal beer for everyone? Mayor: No, Eleanore. He made me open my eyes to see what a great man your brother is and how neglectful we’ve all been. That’s why I’m Whitey. I’m here to fix a big mistake.

[The mall suddenly lights up and becomes golden. Music immediately begins for the grand finale “It’s Your Moment, Whitey!”]

All: It’s your moment, Whitey You’ve waited oh, so long It’s your moment, Whitey We’re here to right our wrong

[The mayor rips the patch off of Tom]

Tom: Oww! (stabs himself with his hook) Oww!!

Mayor: Whitey Duvall, for service to the league and this community, I proudly present to you the 35th annual Dukesberry All-Star Patch.

[Whitey grabs the patch]

Whitey: But this is Tom’s.

Tom: Mr. Duvall, the 35th All-Star Patch is now where it belongs.

Whitey: I can’t believe this is happening.

[The townspeople start throwing down their patches as well]

Townspeople: And the 34th!

And the 33rd!

Mrs. Selman: And the 32nd, and the 31st, and the 30th!


29th! And the 16th! And the 28th! And the 23rd! And the 27th!

Eleanore: Oh, Whitey!

Townspeople: And the 11th! And the 25th! And the 18th! Number two! We love you, Whitey!

[Whitey walks over to Davey]

Whitey: You stepped up for me, Stone. I don’t know if I could ever repay you.

Davey: Well, you can help me with my dream.

Whitey: You got a dream? What is it?

Davey: To have someone wish me a happy Chanukah and feel as good as I used to when my dad would say it to me.

Whitey: Happy Chanukah, Stone. Davey: Merry Christmas, Whitey.

[They hug]

Townspeople: Awww…

Whitey: You know, Stone, if my imaginary wife and I ever have a son, I hope you consider him a brother.

Davey: Thanks, Whitey. And I’ll pretend I never heard you say that.

Whitey: Appreciate it.

[Whitey is picked up and held by some townspeople, where he goes on thanking people]

All: It’s your moment, Whitey Enjoy, our tiny friend Like the Bavarian cream-filled donut You ate last week

Eleanore: (to Davey and Jennifer) Would you three show Whitey and I how to light the Chanukah candles at our house tonight?

Jennifer: (to Benjamin) You up for that, pal?

[Benjamin laughs in joy] Eleanore: And when Benjamin falls asleep the both of you can play Spin the Dreidel for tongue kisses.

Davey: Sounds good to me.

Eleanore: (making Davey and Jennifer hold hands) Now, go live, happily ever after or I’ll dropkick the teeth out of your mouth.

Davey: (happily) That won’t be necessary.

Mrs. Selman: (breastfeeding three babies on her three different breasts) Aww, they make a nice couple.

Whitey: (regal) I never…want this to…end!! Patch!

[Whitey starts going into another seizure]

Narrator: Don’t worry, folks. Whitey’s okay.

Whitey: (in seizure) This is the happiest seizure of my life!

Narrator: See, I told you.

[Cut to black]

Whitey: Yeaa…