Transcript:
Petey: Must. Avoid. Ball. Doo dee doo. Ha! Just like the old days! Voice: BABOO BUMBA OOPA! Petey: Oh, no! I escape a close brush with sports at the Blisshaven picnic. Actually, I don't run, it's more a furtive shuffle. I reach the safety of the toy shed.
What horror awaits our hero now?