"♪ Harvey ♪" "♪ Harvey ♪" "♪ Harvey ♪" "Hi, Mr. Beaks!" "Hey, you, too." "Harvey, the twins are here!" "Ooh." "Thank you for having us." "We brought you a gift." " Help." " Oh, well." "Thank you." "All right." "I'm just going to put that back outside." " You guys ready for family game night?" " Heck yeah." "Just so long as we're not playing... 17th-Century Provincial Haunted Yam Harvest!" "synccorrectionbyf1nc0" "Ugh." "I hate that stupid yam game." "You don't like 17th-Century Provincial Haunted Y..." "No." "You and your mom are like crazy yam farming geniuses." "You guys always win, and me and Foo never even have a chance." "But yam farming isn't about winning, Fee." "It's about spending quality time together." " It's about having fun." " Well, it's not fun if you always lose." "I know, how about you team up with my mom this time?" "Getting... pumped... for... yams!" " Ooh." " And I'll team up with my dad." "Oh!" "Owie-owie!" "Owie-owie!" "The cookie tray's too hot!" "Wait, son, did you just say you want me on your team?" "Are you sure?" "I mean, you know, I've never played before." "I always had to hand out the snacks and hold your mother back" " from flipping the table over." " Yeah, it'll be fun." "Mom, are you okay if we change up the teams?" "Sure, sweetie." "We will conquer." "Oh boy, okay." "Just wait here!" "I've got something for you." "I bought this when you were a baby just knowing that someday we'll be able to use them together." "Whoa, Team Cool Guyz?" "Oh, thanks, Dad!" "Sit." "All right." "Let's review the rules, not that I personally need to hear them because I am the best and I will win this game." " Whoa, she's so powerful." " Okay, pops." "It's simple." "We've just got to harvest as many yams as possible on our way to the mountaintop, which holds the ultimate farm treasure: the Golden Yam." " Amen." " Sounds simple enough." "But don't forget, you got to level up your yam farmer with the boom boom beans after every moon cycle." " The..." "The boom boom what?" " Oh, yeah." "You've just got to draw a harvest card to..." "Uh..." "Hmm." "This game sure is confusing." "I sure am hungry thanks to all this yam talk." "More like, "I sure yam hungry."" " Okay." "Ready, dad?" " Huh, what?" " Are you ready to play?" " Oh, I sure yam, bud." " Okay, great!" " Team Cool Guyz." "I have no idea how to play this game." " Let's destroy them." " Like yams to the slaughter." "♪ All right ♪" "♪ Let's slam ♪" "♪ And welcome to the yams ♪" "Okay, here we go." " Whoa." " Dad, you got a double sickle." "That means we got another turn." "Oh, well." "That's good, right?" " Another turn, that's good." " Yeah." "At this rate, soon we'll be starting the spookening of the tubers." "You hear that?" "Spookening of the tubers!" "Oh, yeah?" "Well, I got your tubers right here!" " Yeah!" " Mom, inappropriate!" "All right, my roll." "Yes!" "Another double sickle." "And I get to draw a harvest card." "Awesome." "We can level up our cottage." "All right, Dad." "Your roll again." " Aww, come on." " Hmm, you know," "I think I'll let the other guys have this turn." "Wait, what?" "Dad, what are you doing?" "Oh, I feel kind of bad." "We've already gotten such a head start, and they haven't even had a turn yet." " Here, Fee, why don't you roll?" " Thanks, Mister Beaks." "Ah, no." "They got the jewel encrusted shovel." "Now, they'll harvest yams twice as fast." "Oh, wow." "Good for them." " Oh, man." "This is so much fun." " Uh, yeah." " Fun..." " It's our turn." "Right, bud?" "Because I've been aching to use this plague medallion." "Wait, dad." "No!" " You can't play that yet." " Uh." "Why not?" "Because they just set up their enchanted mirror." "It'll reflect all of our attacks back at us." " Wow." "This game sure is exciting." " Yeah, you know, it's even more exciting when we use strategy to," " you know, play the game correctly." " Yeah, sorry, bud." "It's just hard to remember all these rules." "It's like trying to remember when your mom wants me to talk about things or when she just needs me to be quiet." "Aww, Dad." "It isn't that hard." "Let me show you." "Bam!" " Oh, yay!" " What?" "Harvey's about to sing his little yam song." "This is a little something I like to call "The Yanthem."" "Ooh." "♪ You plant the yam seed into the ground ♪" " # Ooh ooh # - # Then use your rainstorm #" "♪ card to make the rain come down ♪" "♪ And if the zombies come, just cast a spell ♪" " # Ooh ooh # - # If you roll all #" "♪ The right dice then you can send them to... ♪" " Harvey!" " What?" "I was just going to say you" " can send them to your opponent's side." " Oh, oh, okay." "Carry on." "♪ Here's the secret to yam success ♪" "# Upgrade your farming tools" "♪ Give them some zest ♪" "♪ When the harvest comes, gather all that you've earned ♪" "♪ The golden yam's as good as ours ♪" "♪ Okay, Dad, it's your turn ♪" "♪ I'll plant the yam seed into the ground ♪" "Dad, that's not a seed." "You used a haunted crystal!" "Aah, there's ghosts everywhere!" "♪ Well, I guess I better cast a spell ♪" "What?" "No, wait, Dad!" "You're gonna..." "Everything's burning!" "♪ Here, I'll roll the dice ♪" "No, we're covered in spiders." " Hey, you're covered in spiders." " I'm well aware." " Oh, yams." "Aw, it's all ruined." " Wow, what a game." "Please excuse me for a moment." "I need a break." "Hey, Sis." "Mind if I pop a squat?" "Things are not going so well in there." "I mean, I love dad." "He's great.." "But that man does not know a yam from a sweet potato." " Hey, Harvey." "Guess what?" " Were back in the lead?" "Oh, I don't know." "I doubt it, but check this out." "I stacked all of the dice on top of each other." "It was hard to do, but I did it!" "Whoops." "Anyways, I'll see you back out there, Cool Guy." "I'll never be the yampion with dad on my team." "My only hope of winning is if I can switch teams, but that's not even possible..." "Wait, maybe it is." "Thanks for the talk, Sis!" " Hey, pal." "It's our turn again." " Also, we ate all your yams, suckers." "Except for me because I'm allergic." "Oh, they're not really yams, sweetie." " I don't mess around." " Okay." "Time for me to draw my card." "Here I go." "I am picking up the card." "I am now going to reveal the card." "Whoopsies." "I have dropped it on the ground." "I have dropped it on the ground." "Is there normally this much shouting?" "No, he's usually very reverent about yam farming." " I'm never reverent." " I shall pick up the card now." "Here is the card which I dropped." "I shall read it now." "Thank you." "Oh, wow." "It says I get to switch teams." " What?" " Excuse me." "Pardon me." "Oh actually, I should go check on the rest of those cookies out on the porch." "You guys have fun." "Dude, why did you write that fake card?" "What?" "How did you know?" "I don't understand, Harvey." "Why would you do this?" "Your dad was so excited to be on a team with you." "I didn't mean to hurt dad's feelings." "It's just not really fun to play when you're..." " Losing?" " Please excuse me." "I also need to go check on those cookies on the porch." " Dad?" " Oh, hey, son." " Dad, I..." " No, Son, it's all right." "I know you love this game, and I know I'm not very good at it." "I just drew another card." "I think you should read it." ""I'm an idiot." Wait, is this directed at me or you?" " I mean, am I the idiot or..." " No." "It's me, Dad." "Look, sometimes when you plant a yam, that yam grows up and decides to switch teams with its dad, and then, before you realize it, that little yam just becomes void of nutrients, you know?" "Yeah." "I think I do." "I love 17th-Century Provincial Haunted Yam Harvest," " but I love you more." " Aw." "Thank you, Son." "I love you, too." "Now, let's get back in there." "We can still win!" "No, we can't!" "That doesn't matter." "We're back." "Oh, yeah..." "Our farm is still on fire." "Yes!" "Yeah!" "In your faces!" "Dad turned us into yam jelly with our last potion." "Yep, I did." " I'm jelly." " Oh, man." "That was so much fun." " Can we play again?" " Sure." " Do you want to switch teams, Harvey?" " No way." "I want to keep playing on Team Cool Guyz." "Hey, I guess that's the end." "I can't believe I'm finally old enough for Barkball tryouts." "I've been preparing all week." "I've been working on my high-fives." "Good game." "Good game." "And I've been drinking tons of this stuff." "It's got electrolytes." "What are electrolytes?" "They're little bugs that live inside of you and make you run faster." "Sports aren't just about winning or losing." "They're about fun, and they're about rules, which is part of the fun." "Well, Foo and me only have one rule." " No rules." " Don't tell me what to do!" "So I don't think Barkball's for us, but we'll be on the sidelines rooting for our favorite player." " Good luck, buddy." " Thanks guys." "Bleh." "Yuck." "Whoa." "Dinkly Field." "You see that statue over there?" "That's Kip Dinkly, the greatest Barkball player ever to live in this neighborhood." " Neat." " All right, here I go." " Knock them dead, Harvey." " Thanks, Mom." "I-I mean, Fee." "Oh, weird." "Hey, Kratz." "Good hustle." "Ow." "Did you just slap my butt?" "I-I thought that's what you do in sports." "Well, don't do it again." "My old man used to play Barkball." "Yeah, my sister made varsity when she was my age." "If I don't make the team, I don't..." " I don't think I can go home." " Don't stress it, guys." "Besides, it's Little League." "I think they have to let everyone on the team." "Yeah." "Hole-in-one!" "Whoa." "Welcome to Dinkly Field, kids." "My name is coach Kip Dinkly, Jr." "Now, who's ready to have some fun?" "Yeah!" "Wrong answer!" "Barkball's not about fun." "Barkball's about winning." "Everybody line up." "Come on." "Move, move, move." "All right." "What do we have here?" "Uh-huh." "Okay." "All right." "Tryouts are over." "Nobody made the team." "What?" "That's right." "This field's for winners, and you're all a bunch of baby losers." "But you didn't even watch us play." "Yeah." "I mean, you haven't even seen my high-fives." "Hey." "I'm the coach here." "I know what I'm talking about." "Now, why don't you take your little baby faces and..." "What, Dad?" "Yeah, I told them to get lost." "Mm-hmm." "Mm-hmm." "What's he saying?" "He's saying the same thing he always says... _" "Good one, Dad." "Oh man." "Let's just go play somewhere else." "You hear that, Dad?" "Don't they know you need a Barkball field to play Barkball?" "Dinkly Field is hundreds of years old." "You either play here or you don't play at all." " Could we play here?" " No." "This isn't right." "You know what?" "We'll show you that we are good." "I challenge you to play us for Dinkly Field." "Let me get this straight." "You want me, a self-styled, self-employed, professional Barkball coach, to play against a bunch of dumb kids?" "Be here tomorrow." "All right then." "See you at the game." "Do you really think we can beat coach Dinkly?" "I'm sure with a little practice we'll be pros in no time." "Hee-yah!" "Yah!" "Yah!" "Yah!" "Ready and swing!" "Whoops." "Harvey, I don't know if you noticed, but we're pretty terrible." "I don't understand what we're doing wrong." "I believe in myself, and I'm believing in you guys." "I thought that would make us good." "I guess coach Dinkly was right." "Whoa!" "You guys, that was awesome!" " Where'd you learn that?" " I don't know." "It's just hitting stuff with sticks, you know?" " It feels natural." " Hey, honey." "I'm on my way home." "Huh?" "Going to be a little late." "Guys, I think I found us some coaches." "♪ If you fight, fight, fight ♪" "♪ With all your might, might, might ♪" "♪ Then you might, might, might just win ♪" "♪ It's a crying shame to lose a Barkball game ♪" "♪ And your chances are pretty dang thin ♪" "♪ But if you fight, fight, fight ♪" "♪ With all your might, might, might ♪" "♪ Then you might be in like Flynn ♪" "♪ Just do your best ♪" "♪ Your team will do the rest ♪" "♪ If you're lucky you might just win ♪" "It's a beautiful day for Barkball here at the historic Dinkly Field." "I'm your announcer, Moth Williamson." "On the right, we have Dinkly Field owner coach Kip Dinkly." "And on this side of the field we have Team Bumblebees." "All right." "Now, I want a good clean game." "I'll bet you baby losers are going to run home" " crying after I beat you." " We're not baby losers." "We're baby winners, and the only reason we'll be crying is 'cause our hearts are filled with joy." "Harvey, stop trash talking." "Let the games begin!" "Oh, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it!" "Had it." "Coach Dinkly is vastly outnumbered, but his adult body and legs do give him an advantage." "Yoink." "A surprise steal from Fee!" "Whoo-hoo!" "Yay, Fee!" "Yay, Fee!" "Goal!" "Oops." "Rooter, pass it here." "I'm open." "No that's..." " Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry, Rooter." " Medic!" "Oh, man." "I'm so sorry, Claire." "I'll go get help!" "Ow!" "Oh..." "Harvey, stop hitting people in the shins." "I'm trying!" "Sorry." "Sorry." "Team Bumblebee has been whittled down to bighead and the twins." "Also, to whomever threw a drink up here, that is not okay." "All right." "Foo and I will carry the ball to the goal." "Harvey, you just stay out of the way" " and try not to kill anybody." " Got it." "Hey, kid." "Catch." "Okay." "Illegal handling of the ball." "I'm going to have to eject you from the game." "What?" "You tricked him!" "That's a bunch of..." "Uniform infraction!" "You're out of here!" "It appears everything now rests on the shoulders of... bighead." "It's just me and you, kid, and it looks like you're trailing pretty far behind." "This is it." "Who will win Dinkly Field?" "Come on, Harvey." "Ow!" "My shins!" "Ow!" "My shins!" "Coach Dinkly is down!" "Oh, no!" "Coach Dinkly, I'm so sorry!" "I can't believe it." "We have only one player on the field." "Wait, so in Barkball, you're allowed to hit someone in the shins?" "It's an old game." "With mere seconds on the clock, the only thing in the boy's way is his complete lack of athletic skill." " He's really bad." " He just needs a little team spirit." "Come on, Harvey!" "Harvey!" "Harvey!" "Harvey!" "Come on, buddy." "You can do it!" "I have the power of teamwork." "Hmm, it appears the little boy has now lost his mind." "Meanwhile, he's running out of time!" "A ten-pointer!" "Bumblebees win!" "The Bumblebees win!" "Yeah!" " We knew you could do it!" " Yeah!" "Wait." "Put me down." "Huh?" "What do you want?" "Please, no." " No!" " Good game." " Good game." " Good game." " Good game." " Oh, yeah." "Okay." "I guess so." "You beat me, and that makes me a big loser, and like Dad always said," ""Losers ain't allowed on Dinkly Field."" "Take care of her for me." "You earned it." "What's that, Mister Dinkly?" "Are you sure?" " Okay." " W-What's he saying?" "He wants to change the rules." "Now, anyone can play on Dinkly Field." "Is that true, Dad?" "Ah." "Bye, Coach Dinkly." "What's everyone snickering about?" "Oh, no!" "synccorrectionbyf1nc0"