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(setting: Rocket Beach where the gang is surfing. Reggie sprays Otto in the face, thus making him beef)
Otto: What is up with that?
Reggie: Oh, calm down. I am so stoked for this weekend!
Twister: 4th of July, baby! Hot dogs, fireworks...
Sam: And the Shore Shack Legends and Family Surf-o-rama.
Otto: This is going to be the first annual surf-o-rama that I take home the big trophy. The first of many.
Reggie: Can't you just have fun surfing with Dad and the other surf legends and their kids? Why do you worry so much about winning all the time?
Otto: I don't worry about winning. That's because this year, I'm going to win for sure.
Twister: You guys are so lucky. I wish my familt was entered in the Family Surf-o-rama.
Otto: We're only lucky if we win. Got it, Reggie?
Reggie: What's that supposed to mean?
Otto: Just don't embarrass me and Dad in front of the legends in the contest.
Reggie: (growls) Number one, I am not going to wipe out. And number 2, who just got sprayed in the face by my awesome cutback? (splashes Otto)
Otto: Okay, this is my shot at the trophy and I don't want anybody messing it up!
Reggie: I'm about to take a shot at messing you up!
Sam: (points to the Shack) Hey, it looks like some people are starting to arrive.
(people arrive at the Shore Shack as the word "INCOMING!" pops up on the screen. A wave approaches. Otto catches it)
Otto: Yeah! I'll show them!
(Otto rides the wave as the camera flips to the Shack)
Raymundo: Here's my surf team.
guy: Oh, look. It's Reggie and Otto.
Raymundo: Kids, you remember Kam "The Man" Koerner?
Otto: Hey Kam, tell us about that time my dad saved you from those sharks.
Raymundo: Otto! (laughs nervously)
Kam: You mean, when Ray held onto my back as I swam to shore because he was too busy screaming like a baby! (laughs)
Reggie: Dad?
Raymundo: (blushes) Hey, look. There's Kam's son Clutch. Go make him feel welcome, guys.
(Otto and the gang walk over to Clutch)
Otto: Hey Clutch. How's it?
Clutch: Hey dude. Whoa, you're still short.
Otto: What?!
Reggie: Chill, Rocket Boy. These are our buds Sam and Twist, Clutch.
(all exchange greetings to Clutch)
Clutch: You guys entering the Family Surf-o-rama longboard contest tomorrow?
Otto: Yeah, duh, we're going to win it, so I guess that means we're going to enter it.
Twister: Yeah, what he said.
Clutch: Ha! Winning? You guys? Maybe me and my pops will show you a few tricks. He's a legendary pro, you know.
Otto: Yeah, well Raymundo's a legend, too.
Twister: Total legend, dude.
Clutch: Oh yeah?
Otto: Yeah! We're going to win it!
Clutch: No, you're not!
Otto: Am too!
Clutch: Are not!
Reggie: Guys, this is supposed to be a reunion.
(Otto and Clutch snarl at each other)
Sam: Hey, looks like Clutch isn't going to be your only competition.
(Tito comes by with Keoni)
Twister: Keoni!
Reggie: Tito didn't say he was coming!
(Reggie, Twister and Sam walk over to Keoni and do a woogie)
Reggie: What an awesome surprise!
Keoni: I wouldn't miss surfing with Uncle Tito and hanging out with my buds.
Reggie: This is going to be the best 4th of July Family Surf-o-rama yet! Especially with all this great competition.
Otto: I can beat those guys, no sweat.
(later, that night at the Rocket residence...)
Raymundo: Otto, shouldn't you be in bed?
Otto: How can I sleep with the contest on my mind? (jumps on the couch)
Raymundo: This is about friends and good times, Rocket Boy.
Twister: I can't believe how much work a skateboard needs.
Reggie: Putting stickers on your board doesn't exactly qualify as work, Squid.
Twister: Don't call me Squid! (looks at Violet and Sam) Huh?
Violet: Otto, Twister, Reggie, I want you to meet our new neighbor, Sam.
(The gang glares at Sam)
Violet: Well, why not put on your friendly hats and say hello?
(clock ticks 10 times, then buzzes)
Violet, Well, I can see you kids are really hitting it off. I'll just leave you all alone.
(Violet leaves)
Twister: Nice pants. Expecting snow?
Sam: I haven't unpacked my shorts yet.
Reggie: Where are you from?
Sam: Kansas.
Otto: How's the surf?
Sam: No ocean.
Reggie: What about snowboarding?
Sam: Too flat.
Reggie: Street hockey?
Sam: If you mean Roller Hockey, yeah, they play that.
Otto: Cool! Now we have a quad team!
Sam: Great, What's a quad team?
(clock ticks, then buzzes)
Reggie: I saw them moving in your computer stuff. I have a laptop myself.
Sam: What kind?
Reggie: Nothing special. Just a 486. It's okay. I publish my Zine on it.
Otto: Yeah right.
Sam: You're trying to publish on a 486? Why not use a rock and chisel?
Reggie: Well, do you have any real suggestions?
Sam: I could bring my laptop over. We'll see if we can make it work.
Reggie: Really? Cool.
(later, at the Rockets' garage)
Sam: I'm importing your article.
Reggie: Good. And I want to write a little bio on you to put in the first issue. How old are you?
Sam: 9.
Reggie: Cool. Same as Otto and Twister. Fifth grade?
Sam: Sixth grade. It was my mom's idea.
Reggie: Even cooler. We'll be in class together.
(Otto and Twister come by)
Twister: Come on, we got to practice.
Otto: Let's go to the parking lot and get a game going.
Sam: Okay, Reggie. I have everything. I should be able to finish this by tonight.
Reggie: What are you talking about, Sam? You're coming with us.
Twister: Wake up, Kansas! It's game time!
Sam: But...but I don't have any protective padding.
Reggie: Don't sweat it. We've got enough junk in this garage to suit up 10 guys.
Sam: But...
Otto: I thought they played street hockey in Kansas.
Sam: Yes, they do, but...
Twister: Get your gear, get on your bike, and meet us at the Pier. You do have a bike.
Sam: Of course I have a bike. (Reggie throws a helmet on Sam's head) It's a cool bike.
(The gang ride their bikes to the parking lot to practice street hockey. Sam screams in fear as Reggie hits the puck. Otto and Twister snarl. Sam cowers in fear. Twister stands over him)
Twister: Bad people are gone now. You can go back to being a lame-o.
Reggie: Yo Squid, lighten up.
Otto: Yeah. You were new once.
(the gang does another practice drill)
Twister: Think fast, big boy! (trips Sam with his hockey stick)
Otto: Whoa!
Sam: (crashes)
Reggie: You okay?
Twister: Dude, that was the biggest demonstration of lameness I've ever seen.
Reggie: You're the one who's being lame, Twister.
Otto: Yeah, but still, I don't think Sam here is much of a hockey player.
Sam: I stink, okay? (throws his helmet on the ground and skates away)
Reggie: Sam, wait!
Twister: Guess it's back to just the 3 of us.
Reggie: A lot of good that does us, you squid.
Twister: Stop calling me Squid!
(later, Reggie, Otto, and Twister continue practicing while Sam prints out Reggie's Zine. Sam goes out to show it to Reggie)
Sam: Reggie?
Reggie: Hi, Sam.
Sam: Can I talk to you for a minute?
Twister: You sure can't play hockey for a minute.
Reggie: (glares at Twister) Sure.
Sam: What do you think? (shows the Zine to Reggie)
Reggie: Whoa! Wow! How did you...? Did you scan...? I can't believe it! Otto, you gotta check this out!
(Twister hits a puck. It bounces off a garbage can, off a streetlight, and right toward Sam and Reggie)
Otto: Heads up!
Twister: Look out!
(Sam blocks the puck)
Otto: Whoa! Did you see that, Twister?
Twister: Beginner's luck.
Otto: I don't know. Hey Reg, give Sammy there a mask.
Reggie: We're busy.
Otto: Come on! We got ourselves a goalie here!
(Sam puts on a mask. Reggie, Otto and Twister shoot pucks at him. Sam blocks every single one)
Reggie: Wow! Sam, you rock!
Otto: That's not a goalie. That's an impenetrable force of Kansas nature!
Sam: I can't believe it! I'm doing it! I'm really doing it!
Reggie: Way to be, Sammy!
Otto: Psyche! Now we have a team for the quad games! Twist, your brother had better watch out.
Twister: Whatever.
(Twister hits a puck, Sam blocks it, the gang smiles at Twister)
Twister: Lucky save.
(later, in that circular area outside the Rockets' house, Otto and the gang are battling Lars and his gang in a street hockey game. Reggie scores)
Pi: Dude, your little brother's team is actually beating us! I can't believe it! We're bigger! We're older!
Sputz: (mumbles)
Lars: Exactly! This isn't so much fun when we can't stomp 'em.
Otto: You guys gonna play or what?
(Lars snarls at Otto, Lars gets the puck, Twister steals it, Twister shoots, but the puck ends up in Merv's mailbox)
Lars: Hey look! Twister lost the puck! You forfeit the game!
Otto: What?! Get out of here. We'll just get another puck.
Lars: Sorry, Otto, but according to the international rules of street hockey, you lose the puck, you lose the game.
Twister: Are you kidding me?
Lars: I can see why you're upset, but rules are rules.
Reggie: I can't believe this.
Sam: Wait a minute! I have an idea.
Twister: Great. Captain Kansas is running away.
(later, Sam borrows the controls for Merv's mailbox and tries to get the puck out of there)
Sam: Just a few adjustments.
(The mailbox chimes and spits the puck out. Sam blocks it, then falls over)
Lars: No, wait! There must be a rule.
Reggie: Forget it, Lars. Game on! Sammy, you're the best.
Otto: I think we got ourselves a new squid.
Twister: Huh? Oh yeah, now Sam's a squid. Hey Squid, get back in the goal! We got a game to win!
Sam: "Squid"? Is that like "dink"?
Otto: No.
Sam: Cool!
(the gang continues playing)
THE END
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