It’s a bright and sunny day in Goonsburg and out in Jamal’s backyard he and his pal, Pyro, are playing a “friendly” game of baseball.

Jamal: “Come on, firestarter! Just try and pitch one over home plate so I can beam it back into that block of cement you call a head!” [Jamal says tapping his bat against the ground]

Jamal stands at the plate firmly gripping his Louieville Slugger, ready to knock the ball two weeks into next season. Pyro stands atop the pitcher’s mound (which is really just an old broken-down wheel barrel partly buried in the dirt). He takes a moment to test the conditions for his next pitch, and then lets loose with a monster throw, but it flies over Jamal's head making it no good.

Jamal: “Is that the best you can pitch, Lizard Lips?! There are old ladies who can throw better than you!” [Jamal viciously taunts]

Pyro grumbles and angrily huffs out a puff of smoke. He readies himself and pitches another one clear across the plate, but that too is also a ball. Jamal laughs aloud and shouts,

Jamal: “Geez, Pyro I knew you were a MEGA-moron, but I didn’t know you were a MEGA-loser too! Ha! Ha! Why don’t ya just give up now?! You couldn’t hit the broad side of a billboard if it was two feet in front of ya!”

    Enraged, Pyro glares at Jamal growling like a pissed-off grizzly with a pole up its butt. Jamal strikes the ground with his bat hollering,

Jamal: “Come on, Batter! Batter! Batter! Come on and pitch that ball so I can knock the both of you clear through that fence, you lame-brain…”

Before Jamal can even finish his sentence, a scorching fireball streaks past him across home plate frying him like an overdone strip of bacon. Jamal’s bat disintegrates in his hands as he stands there frozen like a crispy statue. Pyro then strolls over to him with a smug smile on his mug. He leans down and whispers in his ear,

Pyro: “Wanna know a secret?"

Pyro gives off a little puff which causes Jamal to dissipate into the passing wind leaving only his eyeballs to roll comically around on the ground. Pyro then begins walking away clapping his hands together and says,

Pyro: "You’re out.”

Jamal's eyes blink and angrily squint as the cartoon ends with an iris out.