Mighty Wakko At Bat

This is a read-along rhyming book written by Randy Rogel, illustrated by Genevieve Tsai and narrated by Cara Harnell with the intro and outro done by Jess Harnell as Wakko. It also features Nora Norita's vocals done by Stephanie Escajeda, Tress macNeille as Dot, Emma Watkins as Jemma Groggle and Frank Welker as Ralph.

## Script

### Intro

The Storyteller: No Adults Aloud presents...Mighty Wakko at Bat by Randy Rogel, illustrated by Genevieve Tsai and narrated by Cara Harnell.
WAKKO: Hellooooo, baseball fans! This is Wakko Warner coming to you LIVE from this faboo CD, Mighty Wakko At Bat, my super sporty read-along rhyming book! Remember to turn the page when you hear...(organ playing "Play Ball" fanfare.) When the organ plays the "Play Ball Fanfare," flip the page over. Ready? Let's do it!

### The Story

THE STORYTELLER: The outlook wasn't brilliant For the Warner team that day The championship was almost done with one game left to play.
The final inning found the team In something of a bind: their last time up to bat And they were still one run behind.

(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

In the dugout everybody watched As Nora threw a fit.

NORA: We're going to lose this game unless somebody gets a hit!

THE STORYTELLER: And then she spoke those words that make a baseball team afraid...
NORA: If we don't win this game today then no one's getting paid!

(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

THE STORYTELLER : They all jumped up and rallied With a hearty rousing shout, then Scratchy went up to bat and immediately struck out.
Yakko batted next and nailed a grounder deep and wide. He made it down the base line, but they tagged him in the slide.
(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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The Warner fans fell silent
        For they knew that that was that
        They were losing; they had two men out
        And one time left at bat.

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        It was hopeless; it was tragic
        It was somber; it was tense
        The only way out now
        Would be to hit it past the fence.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        And then a cry went up
        As all the fans began to shout
        They could not believe their luck
        When they saw him walking out.

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        The homerun king whose monster swing
        Could hit that ball so hard
        Exactly what they needed now
        Here came Ralph the Guard!

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        There was ease in Ralph's whole manner
        As he strode up to the plate.
        He saw the crowd, lightly bowed
        Then stood up nice and straight.

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        He waved as they applauded
        And he smiled a little grin,
        Then he turned and faced the pitcher
        And he uttered...

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RALPH: "Let's begin."
(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        The pitcher snarled in hate
        And ground the ball into his hip
        Ralph clutched the bat intensely
        In a savage, crushing grip.

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        He shot a glance, he took a stance
        To knock that baseball dead
        The ball flew straight right towards the plate
        And beaned him in the head.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        "No!" cried the maddened crowd
        As they dragged him off the field.
        That was it; without a hit
        The Warners' fate was sealed.

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        If only they had had a chance
        But now it was too late
        But then a tiny figure
        Started walking towards the plate.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        At first the crowd was silent,
        Then they gave a startled gasp.
        It seemed hopeless now to think
        The game could still be in their grasp.

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They stared, and then Dot shouted...

DOT: Will you take a look at that?!

STORYTELLER : For little Wakko Warner was advancing to the bat.

(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        The bat was kind of heavy. He dragged it on the ground,
        And some laughter started coming
        From atop the pitcher's mound.

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Nora: Look at that! She's just a girl!

Ralph: Hey! Whatcha gonna do?

STORYTELLER: And the people in the bleachers all started laughing too.

(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        While they howled in wild hysterics
        Which then grew to a feverish state
        Little Wakko Warner
        Dragged his bat up to the plate.

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        He stood there like a tiny fixture
        Only three feet tall
        The players jeered; the pitcher sneered
        And then he hurled the ball.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        It sped on past, lightning fast
        Then Wakko got a hit
        The ball went up and up and up
        And through the sky it split and then it started dropping toward the center-fielder's mitt.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

NORA: Oh, please don't let them catch it!
STORYTELLER: Nora pounded on the wall.

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        No use, though; the fielders all
        Were right beneath the ball.

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        And they'd have caught it too
        Except there came a sudden noise
        From Jemma Groggle and Dot Warner
        Who both said,

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DOT and JEMMA : G'day, boys!
(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

STORYTELLER  : They turned to look; their bodies shook

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        Their tongues came wagging down
        And amidst it all, they missed the ball
        Which landed on the ground.

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        Wakko got to base
        And he was not the only one
        For Tuck Buck crossed the plate at home
        And scored the tying run.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        Wakko tagged at second
        Then made his way to third
        And the cheering of the crowd
        Was like a thing you've never heard.

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        Wakko rounded third for home
        The game could now be won
        But he'd have to cross the plate at home
        To score the winning run.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        The center fielder heaved the ball
        The outcome still in doubt
        Wakko would have to get there first
        Or else they'd tag him out.

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        The catcher caught the ball
        And turned to Wakko to collide
        Wakko Warner hit the dirt
        And went into a slide!

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        The dirt, it flew; the rocks did too
        And when it all was done
        They waited for the dust to clear
        To see which side had won.

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        Oh, somewhere in this favored land
        The sun is shining bright
        The band is playing somewhere
        And somewhere, hearts are light.

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(PLAY BALL FANFARE)

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        And somewhere, men are laughing
        And somewhere, children shout
        But there is no joy in Burbank
        'Cause the umpire called an out!

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Wakko: At least I was a good sport! If you want to hear the story told again, replay this faboo CD. If not, I'm outta here!
THE STORYTELLER: This has been a WB and NAA production. Write to us at NAA, 3 Church Street, Toronto, Canada or visit us online at noadultsaloud.com. Email us with questions and comments at NAA@NoAdultsAloud.com.