For The Love of Sport

For The Love of Sport is an episode from the show.

Synopsis
Gilroy helps Sport learn that life isn't always fair and sometimes even true love hurts. But while a simple yo-yo can't change that, it can certainly take some of the edge off. That and a nice Fruity Chewy Chew. And if it was anybody else but Gilroy helping Sport, this might have been a ten-minute story instead of twenty. But alas, it was Gilroy. That's just the way it happened. There's nothing we can do about that now. So join Sport as he learns that Gilroy isn't always great at keeping secrets, a good slogan is worth its weight in gold, and that love is never selfish.

Plot
In the barbershop, Miss Kittey finished his haircut and gave Sport a jar of lollipop, but Sport picked two of them. Miss Kittey gave him a kiss and Sport is her favorite and he fell down in the hole.

In his bedroom, Sport wrote a letter and tried again. He has an idea to make the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Sport went to the salon and hid behind in the barrel. Miss Kittey saw a letter from the secret admirer and she loves the mystery and candy.

Gilroy shouts "Hi" and Sport jumps terrify in the barrel and hop out. Sport told Gilroy to keep a secret. Gilroy told Sport that Hollister almost burned down the store, Patterson was taking a bath and finally woke up in the water tower, and Sheriff accidentally locked himself up in jail for three days and he remembered has the keys in his pocket. Sport never heard of anything and he wants Gilroy to keep a secret. Gilroy spoke out loud because he has a girlfriend. Sport stopped him because Gilroy tried to hold it on and he can't help it. Gilroy tells Sport he has to tell her before its too late. Sport is leaving, but Gilroy stopped him that he can't blurt things out. Sport has an idea of a gift.

Sport put the letter on the salon and Miss Kittey read a letter. Sport disguise as a tumbleweed and he get that a lot. Miss Kittey told Tumbleweed, Sport, that be sure to say "Hi" and he's her favorite. Tumbleweed leaves and he'll him Sport and fell down the hole again.

At the store, Hollister is making the signs. Hollister tells Sport that he can read the signs all the town. That was the last time Sport told Gilroy about it. Sport wanted Hollister to know it wouldn't happen the guy to help sweep up around here. Hollister likes to find somebody around here, but it's about high, comes after school, and promises not to eat out of fruity chewy chews. The guy can have some fruity chewy chews. Holister told Sport that he can use the broom start on the porch and the back. Sport needs a money to buy a special gift, but it's an expensive gift. Sport askes Hollister what is working on. Hollister is carving another sign and he knew Sport that he is standing on and make him snap to it. Patterson saw the sign that he's been looking one of these and took it on the wall.

As for that, Sport brooms the floor of the store, babysitting the baby, painting the skyscraper, and arrested the bandits.

When Sport came back to the store, he finally enough for a gift. He has six bags of money. Hollister never said about it and told Sport to stop putting money on the counter. Sport asked him that this is enough for a gift. Hollister told Sport that anything in the store up to one percent off. Sport can now find anything in the store. When Miss Kittey came in, she told him she found out who it is. His name is Tom. Sport began to faint. When Sport woke up, he asked them the guy she liked Tom. He's one who sent all the notes and he sent the telegram. He had some important to discuss and a scented note. She and Hollister are sending her reply.

Meanwhile, Sport is sitting on the porch of the church and sad. Gilroy asked Sport how's the secret admirer. Sport doesn't care. Gilroy told him not to let repeat history itself. He told Sport he remembered Millie Silpikowitz that the first time he saw her and they looked at the picture book. She and Gilroy met together when they were kids. Gilroy went to the city and work with his uncle and learned about toy business. One way or another, he started to make everything and himself and his confidence grew. And finally, she has to tell Millie he loved her. When he came back to Prairie Town, he learned that she found another man. Now Gilroy is sad that she and the man are in loved and married and it's too late. He still missed her; she passed away. Gilroy tells Sport he has to tell his friend before it's too late and don't make the same mistake.

In the salon, Miss Kitty is nothing happy to see Tom and can't afford to get the train ticket. Sport sang and danced; he fell down the hole again.

When Sport game to the gift shop, Sport told Gilroy he has to find a way to tell her and he needs a perfect gift. Gilroy has a knack of a picking gifts and he gave him a yo-yo. Sport likes yo-yo, but he has to think about it.

Late that night, Sport dreamed about the gift, yo-yo, and make the same mistake. When Sport woke up, he had an idea.

The next morning, Miss Kittey looked down the letter and saw the train ticket. She thanked Gilroy for help. Gilroy shouted that she has a boyfriend; she stopped him. Gilroy apologized her. Miss Kittey leaves the train station.

In the train station, Sport mops the floor. Miss Kittey called his name and he jumped on the bucket. There is not reason to stay, and it turns out, Tom wanted her to sell the steak knives. Sport is lucky that he's never been in love and how he felt about it. Fruity chewy chews makes Sport happy when he's down. Kittey told Sport she asked Tom about the notes he said that he send the telegram and he didn't send the train ticket either. Miss Kittey realized that Sport wrote a letter and gave her a train ticket. Sport wanted her to be happy. Sport asked Kittey she wanted her to marry him, he promises to make her a whole lot, and he'll try not to stay out too late playing with the other dogs. Miss Kittey is honored to be his wife, but he was closer to her age. Sport will be Miss Kittey's age, but it doesn't work. Sport has a back-up plan that if he and Sport are married, she will never lack for fruity chewy chews for the rest of her life; she loves the fruity chewy chews and she can be a friend. Sport has a plenty of friends. He's looking for a wife and want to settle it down. That's why he and Miss Kittey can't get married. She had a gift the she wanted to give to the man who wrote her those notes and she has a yo-yo. Sport has one too. They all walked down the trail in the sun and Miss Kittey and Sport are friends. Gilroy went to see Millie in the cemetery and told her he loves her and he always will.

Characters

 * Scout


 * Miss Kittey
 * Sport
 * Darcy
 * Gilroy
 * Hollister
 * Sheriff
 * Patterson
 * Jerold
 * Mexican Dogs
 * Tom
 * Millie Silpicklewitz
 * Gilroy's Uncle

Locations

 * Miss Kitty's Salon
 * Sport's House
 * Sheriff's Department
 * Prairieopolis
 * Church
 * Hollister's General Store and Telegraph
 * Library

Song

 * Love Is

Trivia
(Any ideas)

Transcript
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Narrator: In first Corinthians 13, the Bible tells us that love is never selfish, and always seek the best for others.

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Sport: Thank, Miss Kittey. I love these.

Narrator: And that was a lesson Sport learned on the day of our story.

Miss Kittey: Now, Sport.

Sport: I know. I know. One to a customer. A guy can dream, can't he?

Miss Kittey: Well, I guess you can gave two.

Sport: Yes!

Miss Kittey: I mean, you are my favorite.

Sport: Really?

Miss Kittey: Why, sure, sugar. Didn't you know that?

(Miss Kittey kissed Sport's head and Sport (?))

Miss Kittey: Bye, now!

Sport: Wow!

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Sport: I'm her favorite! (?) Ouch.

(In Sport's home, he tried to write it down, but he refused and try again)

Sport: Nah. "Dear Miss Kittey. I have admired you from afar for so long." Ooh, this could be good. "And you smell really nice, too." Nah. (Throw the paper away and write new one) "Dear Miss Kittey..." Nah. (Throws it again and write again) " Dear Miss..." Nah. (Throw and write again) "D--" Nah. (But he had an idea) "To the most beautiful girl in the whole world..." Now we're on a roll. Oops. (He realizes something, blows out the dust, and spelled the letter) G-I-R-L. E.

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Miss Kittey: A secret admirer. I wonder who it is. Mmm, it smells fruity. Like candy. I do love a good mystery! And a mystery involving candy is the best of all.

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Gilroy: Hi, Sport.

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Sport: Aaah!

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Gilroy: Taking a bath? It's not even Saturday. What's up with that?

Sport: No, Mr. Gilroy. I was watching somebody and you scared me.

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Gilroy: Oh. Who were you watching?

Sport: I can't tell you.

Gilroy: Okay.

Sport: Really. I should just keep my mouth shut.

Gilroy: Fine by me. See you around, sport.

Sport: I don't think you understand. This is a very sensitive --

Gilroy: Sport, Is there something you'd like to tell me?

Sport: Okay, fine. But only because you refuse to leave me alone about it!

Gilroy: Oh. I'm sorry, Sport. You know how I get. I gotta know. Go ahead.

Sport: Can you keep a secret?

(Flashback start)

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Gilroy: Ever hear about the time Hollister almost burned down his own store?

Sport: He did?

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Gilroy: How about the time Patterson dreamt he was taking a bath and woke up in the water tower?

Sport: Really?

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Gilroy: What about when the Sheriff accidentally locked himself in jail for three days before he remembered he had the keys in his pocket?

Sport: Wow!

Gilroy: That's what I said.

Sport: I never heard any of those things.

Gilroy: Hmm-mmm.

Sport: You really can keep a secret.

Gilroy: My record speaks for itself, thank you.

Sport: Okay, well, the thing is...

Gilroy: Yeah?

Sport: I might maybe like someone.

Gilroy: Whoa.

Sport: Possibly.

Gilroy: That's a big one. I don't know, I may be good at keeping a secret, but I'm not a miracle worker. Come on!

Sport: Oh, please, you can't tell anyone.

Gilroy: Oh, all right. (Started out loud) Sport has a girlfriend! Oh, that's my fault. (Loud again) Sport has a girlfriend!

Sport: Stop, please.

Gilroy: I'm sorry. I'm trying to hold it in, but I can't help it. Sport has a girlfriend! Did I say that one out loud?

Sport: Stop!

Gilroy: Oh!

Sport: She might hear you!

Gilroy: What do you mean? Surely you've told her, whoever she is.

Sport: If she doesn't know at this point, she's probably the only one in town.

Gilroy: Well, you've got to tell her before it's too late. Don't make the same mistake I did with Millie.

Sport: You mean there was a time in your life when you did keep a secret?

Gilroy: It was the biggest mistake I ever made. (Out loud) Sport has a girlfriend! You'll thank me one day.

Sport: It won't be today.

Gilroy: You will tell her, won't you, Sport?

Sport: Okay, sure.

Gilroy: Good.

Sport: I'll go do it right now.

Gilroy: Wait! Are you out of your mind?

Sport: What?

Gilroy: You need to tell her in some special way. You can't just blurt these things out. (Out loud) Sport has a girlfriend!

Sport: Like that?

Gilroy: All right, I guess you can. But it's not ideal. You really should tell her with a gift or something. (Out loud) Sport has a girlfriend! Okay, we've gotta do something about me.

Sport: A gift. That's not a bad idea.

Gilroy: Sport has a girlfriend.

Sport: Mr. Gilroy!

Gilroy: Sorry!

(Miss Kittey saw the letter and (?))

Miss Kittey: "My dearest darling, a person as special as you deserves the most special gift in the world. I'm searching every inch of the Earth to find that perfect gift to tell you just how much you mean to me. Your secret admirer." (?) Playing a new game, Sport?

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Sport: It's not Sport. It's a tumbleweed.

Miss Kittey: Oh. Hello, Mr. Tumbleweed. You sure sound like Sport.

Sport: Um, I get that a lot.

Miss Kittey: Well, if you see my good buddy Sport, Mr. Tumbleweed, You be sure and say hi. After all, he is my favorite.

Sport: Thank you. I mean, I'll tell him. You know, if - if -- I see him. Probably won't but you never know. Well, I'd better be tumbling along now. (?) I'm here favorite! (?) Ouch.

Miss Kittey: I wonder who's sending me these notes?

Gilroy: A little higher on the left, Jerold.

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Gilroy: Right there, good. Now remember, Mum's the word.

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Sport: Hi, Mr. Hollister.

Hollister: Hi, Sport. How's the girlfriend?

Sport: How'd you know about that?

Hollister: Oh, I can read the signs.

Sport: It's written all over my face, huh?

Hollister: Uh, no. I can read the signs.

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Sport: That's the last time I tell Mr. Gilroy anything.

Hollister: Believe me, kid, it's a lesson we all learn the hard way. What can I do for you?

Sport: Ah, say, you wouldn't happen to need a guy to help sweep up around here, would you?

Hollister: Sure, I'd love to find somebody. My needs are pretty specific, though. Someone about this high. Comes around every day after school. Promises not to eat me out of fruity chewy-chews.

Sport: But he can have some fruity chewy-chews.

Hollister: He can have... One fruity chewy-chews.

Sport: He could maybe have... Four fruity chewy-chews.

Hollister: Two.

Sport: Three.

Hollister: Done. You drive a hard bargain, kid. There's the broom. Start on the porch.

Sport: The back.

Hollister: Front.

Sport: Side.

Hollister: Done. So, what does the young'un like you need a job for?

Sport: Let's just say I need the money to buy a special gift. But it might be a really expensive gift.

Hollister: Oh, you were thinking this job paid a wage, huh?

Sport: Yes, sir. A generous wage.

Hollister: A slave wage.

Sport: A fair wage.

Hollister: Done. Boy, you sure saw me seeing you coming.

Sport: Yes, sir.

Hollister: Although with the definition of "fair," you'll probably need a couple of jobs. I may know some people you can talk to. For the right price.

Sport: Thanks, Mr. Hollister. Say, what are you working on?

Hollister: Oh, just carving another sign. There's been quite a demand for these lately. (?) You're standing? That broom won't push itself. Snap to it. It's not like I'm not paying you a slave wage here.

Sport: Fair wage!

Hollister: Fair, fair. Nothing gets past you.

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Patterson: Ooh, I've been looking all over for one of these! Hey, Hollister, put it on my tab, would you?

Hollister: (?) Yeah, I wish today may be different.

Patterson: Thanks.

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Sport: Hi, Mr. Hollister.

Hollister: Hi, Sport.

Sport: I think I've finally got enough for a gift!

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Hollister: Great! And just for you --

Sport: Wait.

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Hollister: Even better. And now --

Sport: Hold on.

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Hollister: Fantastic! That's --

Sport: I've been working really hard.

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Hollister: I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but stop putting money on my counter! Whoa. Where'd that come from? I must be coming down with something.

Sport: Sorry, Mr. Hollister.

Hollister: What are you doing?! Don't touch that money! It's fine right where it is! Okay, I'm back.

Sport: Hey, you think this is enough for a good gift?

Hollister: Oh, I think we can work something out. Tell you what, for you, kid, anything in the store, up to one percent off. And I'm not just saying that like the last time.

Sport: Really?

Hollister: No. You know, I don't give discounts. (?) That joke just never gets old.

Sport: So you've said, sir.

Hollister: You know, you're like a son to me. Don't touch anything. You break it, you bought it.

Sport: Yes, sir.

Hollister: Although, it's not like you can't afford it. Go ahead! Touch away! Welcome to Hollister's Tactile Emporium. (?)

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Miss Kittey: Hollister, I finally found out who my secret admirer is!

Hollister: Great! For you, anything in the store, up to one percent off.

Miss Kittey: Really?

Hollister: Ah, got ya! Heh heh heh heh! I slay me!

Miss Kittey: Oh, Hollister.

Hollister: So who is this secret admirer?

Miss Kittey: Well, as it turns out, I've been attracted to him for quite some time.

Hollister: Ooh!

Miss Kittey: His name is... Tom.

Hollister: Tom.

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Sport: Tom? Tom?

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Hollister: Sport? Sport?

MIss Kittey: You okay, honey?

Sport: Tom? The guy you like is Tom?

Miss Kittey: Why, yes. He's the one who sent me all the notes.

(Faint again)

Miss Kittey: I thought he never even noticed me in high school, but I guess he's been thinking about me all these years.

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Miss Kittey: Are you sure your'e all right?

Sport: But why do you think he's your secret admirer?

Miss Kittey: He just sent me this telegram.

Sport: He just -- Oooh.

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Hollsiter: "In Prairieopolis on business. Stop. If you can get away, would love to see you. Stop. Have something important to discuss. Stop." Sounds serious to me!

Miss Kittey: Oh, stop.

Sport: But what makes you think the notes came from him?

Miss Kittey: Well, here he says that he has something important to discuss. And in this wonderfully scented note, he says he's looking for a special gift for me.

Hollister: If that's not proof, I don't know what is.

Sport: Oooh. (?)

Hollister: Come on, let's go send your reply. That boy needs some iron.

Miss Kittey: I think you're right.

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Choir Dogs: There's a secret going 'round Sport has a girlfriend. A secret known by the whole town Sport has a girlfriend. We all wonder who it is Sport's little girlfriend. Can he make her truly his? Sport has a girlfriend.

Sport: Not anymore, he doesn't.

Choir Dogs: It's his own fault.

Sport: I heard that!

Choir Dogs: Who left the door open?

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Choir Dogs: There's a secret going 'round Sport has a girlfriend...

Gilroy: Hey, buddy. How's that little secret of ours? Mum's the word.

Sport: It doesn't matter anymore.

Gilroy: So it's all right if I tell people? 'Cause I might as well let you know, between you and me, I've had a little trouble keeping that one quiet. Heh heh.

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Sport: Yeah, well, it's all over.

Gilroy: What?! What happened? You didn't tell her how you felt about her, did you?

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Sport: Not personally.

Gilroy: Oh, Sport, don't let history repeat itself. Remember Millie.

Sport: Who?

Gilroy: Millie Silpicklewitz. I loved her from the moment I first saw her.

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Gilroy: But I was always afraid to say anything.

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Gilroy: And then, off to the big city, I went to work for my uncle -- and learn about the toy business, see.

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Gilroy: One thing led to another and I started to make something of myself. And after a couple of years my confidence crew. Grew enough to finally tell Millie I loved her.

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Gilroy: But when I got back to Prairie Town, I learned my lovely Millie Silpicklewitz had become someone else's lovely Millie Smith. Easier to say, but a disappointment nonetheless.

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Gilroy: It was the happiest day of her life. And the saddest of mine.

Choir Dogs: Gilroy has a girlfriend.

Gilroy: Not anymore, he doesn't.

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Gilroy: Hmm. I never found anyone else like Millie.

Sport: Why didn't you tell her how you felt?

Gilroy: Well, she was married. It was too late. Telling her would have been selfish. And love is never selfish. It always wants the best for others. Still missed her, though. She passed on a few years ago.

Sport: Wow.

Gilroy: That's why you have to tell your little friend how you fell, Sport. Before it's too late. Don't make the same mistake I did.

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Miss Kittey: Hi, Sport.

Sport: Oh, hi, Miss Kittey.

Miss Kittey: I thought I saw you out here.

Sport: Yeah. You all packed for your trip?

Miss Kittey: Well, no.

Sport: You haven't changed your mind about going, have you?

Miss Kittey: Actually, nothing would make me happier than to see Tom. The problem is, I can't afford the train ticket. Excuse me.

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Sport (?): She can't get the tic-ket! She hasn't got the mon-ey! She's not going to see Tom! (?) I am still her fav -- riiiiiiite! (?) Ouch.

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Gilroy: So you still have a shot! Great!

Sport: But I have to find the right way to tell her. I need the perfect, perfect gift.

Gilroy: Well, leave it to me, kid. I've always had a knack for picking gifts. Of course, in a situation like this, you really have only one choice. (?)

Sport: A yo-yo?

Gilroy: Absolutely! She's bound to love it, and if she doesn't, you've got yourself a yo-yo. It's a win-win situation all around! It's beautiful.

Sport: Well, I do like the idea of getting a yo-yo.

Gilroy: Of course!

Sport: I'll have to think about it, Mr. Gilroy.

Gilroy: What's to think about? This moment has yo-yo written all over it. Hello? Yo-yo. It's screaming at me.

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Sport (?): The perfect, perfect gift.

Gilroy (?): Don't make the same mistake I did.

Miss Kittey (?): Nothing would make me happier than to see Tom.

Gilroy (?): This moment has yo-yo written all over it.

Sport (?): The perfect, perfect gift.

Gilroy (?): Hello? Yo-yo. It's screaming at me.

Sport (?): I'm her favorite! Ouch.

Gilroy (?): Love is never selfish... Never selfish...

Sport (?): A yo-yo?

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Sport: That's it.

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Miss Kittey: A train ticket? Oh, Tom! You think of everything!

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Miss Kittey: Thanks for your help, Gilroy. You're the best.

Gilroy: Oh, no problem. By the way, your secret is safe with me. (?) Miss Kittey has a boyfriend!

Miss Kittey: Gilroy, please.

Gilroy: Oh, boy. I'm sorry. Mum's the word. That's it, from now on.

Miss Kittey: I'd better go or I'll missed the train.

Gilroy: Bye now! Boy, that Tom is one lucky fella. Meow.

Sport: Yeah. Meow.

Gilroy: And how.

Sport: And how.

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Miss Kittey: Sport?

Sport: (?) Whoa! (?)

Miss Kittey: Oh, sugar, are you okay? What are you doing?

Sport: Oh, uh, I kind of have a job here. How come you're back so soon?

Miss Kittey: There wasn't much reason for me to stay. Turns out Tom just wanted to sell me some steak knives.

Sport: Great! I mean... Great. Steak knives. Probably no forks or spoons even. Not even a soup ladle or a melon baller.

Miss Kittey: You know, Sport, you're lucky you've never been in love with someone who had no idea how you felt about them.

Sport: Here, Miss Kittey, fruity chewy chews always make me happy when I'm down.

Miss Kittey: Thanks. You know what doesn't make sense?

Sport: What?

Miss Kittey: When I asked him about the notes, he said he only sent the one telegram. And he didn't send the train ticket either. (?)

Sport: Uh, Miss Kittey, there's something I need to say.

Miss Kittey: You. You wrote all these notes. And you bought the train ticket, too? Why?

Sport: I wanted you to be happy.

Miss Kittey: Oh, Sport, that's the sweetest, kindest, most generous thing anyone has ever done for me.

Sport: Well, if you like that, then you'll love this. (?) Miss Kittey, will you marry me?

Miss Kittey: What?

Sport: I promise I'll always really, really like you a whole lot. And I'll try not to stay out too late playing with the other dogs. Except maybe on weekends.

Miss Kittey: Oh, honey. I would be honored to be your wife.

Sport: Yes!

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Miss Kittey: Wait, wait, wait! I meant if you were closer to my age.

Sport: Oh, I've got that all figured out! See, one day, I will be your age.

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Miss Kittey: Wait. I'm afraid that doesn't quite work that way.

Sport: I had a feeling you were gonna say that. That's why I've got a backup plan. My deal clincher. I'm what Mr. Hollister calls a closer. If you marry me, Miss Kittey, you will never lack for fruity chewy chews for the rest of your life.

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Miss Kittey: Sport, no. That's very sweet. And I do love the fruity chewy chews. But the best I can offer is to be your friend.

Sport: Oh. I gotta admit, that's kind of a letdown. Wow. Love hurts. I mean it really, really hurts.

Miss Kittey: I'm sorry.

Sport: I got plenty of friends. I need friends like I need a hole in the head.

Miss Kittey: Sport.

Sport: I'm looking for a wife here. I want to settle down. I'm not as young as I look, you know. Next year, I turn five. Uh, are you sure we can't get married?

Miss Kittey: Mm-hmm.

Sport: Okay. Can a friend walk a friend home?

Miss Kittey: I think a friend would like that very much. (?) Wait. I had a gift I wanted to give to the man who wrote me those beautiful notes. And strangely enough, I guess I still can. (?)

Sport: A yo-yo? I got you one, too. Welcome home, Miss Kittey.

Miss Kittey: (Chuckles) Oh, someday, some young lady is going to be very lucky to have you for a boyfriend.

Sport: Maybe. But she won't be you.

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Sport: Can you do 'Around the World?'

Miss Kittey: Um, no.

Sport: How about 'Loop-the-Loop?'

Miss Kittey: Afraid not.

Sport: To think I came this close to marrying you. How embarrassing. Nothing personnel, Miss Kittey.

Miss Kittey: That's okay, Sport.

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Gilroy: Always loved you, Millie. Always will.

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