Kickin it With Love| Jack Brewer|

~Eddie Cries Uncle~

I do not own any of the characters except for Arabella.

~Arabella's POV~

I watching the boys play basketball game. It looks like Milton was blocking the other player on the other team but it was unsuccessful and the guy got a perfect shot. "Time-out, guys. Come on, time-out. Time-out." I hear Jack said. I was listening into the conversation.
"All right, the good news is we've already got our highest score of the year."

"That's right... nine!" Kim cheered and the others cheered as well.

"We got time for one more shot. What do you say we go out with style?" Jack suggested.

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Jerry agreed getting pumped up.

"Yeah, just not to trip on Eddie's shoelaces for the last time, Jerry." I snickered at him. Jerry groaned and tick his teeth.

"That won't happen again." Jerry assured, "Give me the ball. I'm feeling it, man! Woo!"

"You haven't scored in five games." Eddie pointed out.

"Do not give me the ball. I'm not feeling it, man!" Jerry corrected himself as he was changing his mind.

"Well, I can't take it. I've had four guys covering me all game." Jack said. "And one of them is Jerry."

"No one's guarding me. I wanted to be part of something." Jerry stated.

"I don't want that germ-infested ball. Did you see what number 11 was scratching before he shot his last free throw?" Milton said.

"No, but I'm concerned for you." I said.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to pull out some of the old Globetrotter magic." Eddie stood up, throwing an invisible ball into the hoop.

"That's great. You're going to do some of your uncle's moves?" Jack asked hopefully.

"Who's his uncle?" I asked.

"Only Big Easy." Eddie said proudly, "One of the biggest stars of the Harlem Globetrotters."

"Are you kidding? I love those guys." Kim smiled excitedly.

"All right, all right, it's settled." Jerry said, "Eddie's getting the ball and I'll cover Jack. Woo!"

"Eddie, remember." Jack said as they spread out to the court. "Let's go out with style."

"Style, my man." Jerry cheered, "Let's get it, woo!"

Jack passed Eddie the ball and he dribbled it towards the goal. But he end up missing the throw and the ball end up hitting the fire alarm. "Okay, everybody, remain calm. There will be no panic. No run... oh!" Milton yelled but he was interrupted when Marge knocked him over while running out of the gym.

"Too much style?" Eddie asked awkwardly.

"Are you kidding me?" Jack laughed, "Now that's how you lose a basketball game!"

♪ Don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball, run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much, I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you. ♪

♪ Here we go, let's start the party, chop it up like it's karate. ♪

♪ everybody, don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball, run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you. ♪

I was walking up to Kim, Jerry, and Eddie with a lunch box, just as Marge spooned in some brown gunk into Jerry, "Uh...Is this brown stuff pudding or gravy?" He asked.