[narrator]We now return
to thePink Panther and Sons. Ah, what an indelible
day for a ball game. You mean incredible, Punkin. I’m ready for a few rounds. You mean innings, Rocko. And before we commence, I suggest ascertaining
which Rainbow Panthers are and are not present by means
of a simple roll call. Annie? I’m here, Chatta. Murfel? [whimpers] Here. -[Chatta] Rocko?
-Here, Chatta. Just makin’
a couple practice hits. That leaves one
Panther missing. Mister Number one himself,
Pinky Panther. [theme music playing] I’m late for the park.
Hang on, Panky. Uh-oh. Relax, everyone. I’m here. Let’s play ball. Okay, gang, into the warm up. Let’s hustle. [Finko] Now hear this. Everybody off this ball field. This park
is Howl’s Angels territory. Says who? -Oh.
-Whoa. Says us. Some nerve they’ve got
using your ballpark, Howl. My ballpark? Yeah, my ballpark. Beat it,
you puny little panthers. [muffled] Okay, okay,
we’re leaving. We’re not leaving, Murfel. We were here first,
and we’re playing first. You Angels
can watch us play if you want. You might even learn
something about baseball. What’s to learn
from a bunch of losers. [all laughing] Yeah? Check this out. Okay, gang, let’s show ’em
our warm-up drill. Okay, Annie. Give me your best shot. [laughing] Okay, outfield. Let’s show ’em
how the pros chase fly. You guys aren’t just bad,
you’re the worst. [laughing] Listen, Howl. We Panthers
could beat you guys any day of the week. -Name the day.
-Well, how’s tomorrow? Tomorrow? You’re on. Of course, I get to be umpire. Finko? Umpire? That’d be industrious. I…illustrious…
No, disastrous. And the loser
can’t play in the park for a whole month. You want a game?
Them’s our conditions. We can beat you
under any conditions. We’ll be here tomorrow
morning at 10:00. [Pinky] Hey, guys, wait up. You’re not afraid of those
rowdy Howl’s Angels, are you? Us? Scared of them? Good, then you’ll play, Rocko? Wrong. Um… [stammering] I gotta help
my mom do the laundry tomorrow. All day? No, just till the game’s over. Uh, I can’t play, either. I gotta see the dentist
and have my tooth subtracted. -You mean extracted, Punkin.
-Yeah. [stammering] We don’t
stand a chance against
them and that Finko. Sure you got a chance, Murfel. All you dudes need
is a little brushing up on your baseball. And I know just
the way to do it. [trumpet playing] [spectators cheering] Gee, dad. Thanks for getting us
tickets to the Duckster game. [all cheering] Wow, what a hit! Did you see that, Panky? Huh? Hmm. Now, where’d that kid go? Panky. Wow, Tommy Lasorda,
manager of the Ducksters. I’m sorry my
little brother bothered you. No trouble.
He just wants my autograph. [giggles] [Punkin] I can’t
retrieve my eyes. Oh, relieve my…
or believe my eyes. Tommy Lasorda! Did you tell him
our problem, Pinky? Uh… [clears throat] Well, not exactly. Leave it to me. You see, Mr. Lasorda, we have a crisis
of confidence on our team because they feel they do not
possess the requisite skill to defeat our opponents– You see, I’m a manager, too. Uh, and what she means is,
we have a big game tomorrow, and my guys
don’t think they can win. I tell you what. You stick around
till after the game and I’ll show you
some baseball tips. So remember those basics. The squeeze it home,
the double steal, Eye on the ball,
level swing, follow through, and throwing ahead
of the runner. Hit to the open field, and look to the coach
for the signs. Okay,
Angels up first, naturally. Let’s play ball. Let it rip. Time out. You’ll have a good view
from here, Panky. Okay. Wow, what a pitch.
A perfect strike. Ball one. Wait for the one you like. I like that one. [all cheering] That one’s outta here. And into the stratosphere. Nope, just out. Hmm, that sneaky Finko
had a smart idea when he hid this
ladder out here. I just love dirty tricks. [chuckles] Of course, Finko’s ideas
don’t always work. Whoa. [cheering] [cheering continues] Ball two! What? That pitch was
at least two centimeters within the peripheral balance
of the strike zone, Finko. Watch your language, old gizmo, or you’re out of this game. Oh, boy, now I can see. [exclaims]
Gotcha, Howl. Safe! Boo! Strike one! Look over there, Pinky. Don’t look at me, Murfel.
Keep your eye on the ball. [Finko] Strike two! But it’s Panky. Did you say Panky? Where? Up there. Strike three! You’re out. [grunting] Panky! Don’t move. I spend half my life
pulling this kid out of jams. It’s stuck. Keep your shirt on, Panky. Play the ball! Don’t get hot
under the collar, baby brother. [sighs] You never make it easy
for me, do you, Panky? Them two should stick
together permanently. Uh, there. Now hang on like
you were glued to me. [Pinky] See? They caught it.
They caught it? Huh, that means there’s
two outs, and I’m up. Down to the last out. I’ll take over. You can let go now, Panky. I gotta bat. Oh, I can’t. Look, my brother’s
stuck to my tail. We gotta get him off
or I can’t run the bases. We’ve got Pinky now. You got two choices, Pinky. You can bat
or forfeit the game. [laughs] [Finko] Strike one! For Pete’s sake, Panky. [Finko] Strike two! Here comes the pay-off, Panths. You’re… Safe. Wow! Tommy Lasorda. The Panthers win. Hey, what are you
trying to pull? Pinky’s run only ties
the score two to two. Yeah, but he had to run with little Panky
stuck to his tail. And Panky’s worth
at least a half a run. The Panthers win
two and a half to two. [cheering] Hey, that’s no fair. You’re trying to stick us. Why not? You stuck us. Ow! [chuckles]