September in Chevaz Ravine, Los Angeles, California. Our beloved Cubbies are just three games behind the New York Mets, with 15 games left to play.

And there's the first pitch of the season!

-Get plenty of rest! -Sunscreen!

Little bit of competition, huh?

-You big, ugly piece of- -sit!

The diamond, the decorations, and the dread of yet another losing season.

Richard's calling for the attention of Wock! Again!

-Throw the heat! Throw the heat! -Cut the funky cheese!

-You have a boat? -Yeah. Kind of.

$500? That's like 6 years of allowance!

I gotta be out of my mind.

Alright, bring him out of there now!

You gotta get rid of Ched Steadman.

Now the three week anniversary is the, um... That's the necklace anniversary.

The bone is fine. But the tendons have fused with the humerus.

Give him the cheese! The high! Stinky! Chedder!

The winner moves on to the World Series.

For the whole shootin' match. This is for all the marbles. The division champions. The loser goes home a loser.

Henry, this is Salmart Miller, the manager of the Chicago Cubs. [gasp]

-What do you think of New York? -What?