hi, sportacus! - sportacus! - i got your letter. - are you okay, sportacus? - i'm fine. - it's like he didn't get enough sleep last night. - i'm sorry. pillow! - wow! - we have to wake him up! - yeah, we have to. - sportacus! - sportacus! - this is never gonna work! okay, plan b. - huh? - we need help. - we sure do. yeah, but... let's call sportacus-- he always helps! hey! - he's the one we need help with! - oh, right. who do we call then? - remember the remote controlly 6000? - yeah. pixel! - oh, hurry! - oh, game over! - oh, you were up all night playing video games again, weren't you! - no, no, i was practicing! look. - no time. you got your remote controlly 6000? - sure, yeah, i'll get it. right after a few more snores. - no, no, no! - no time! wake up! - come on-- we gotta go! - one, two, three! - one more night and sportacus will be so tired from my noisy ball that he won't know his bat from his glove. - okay, pixel. oh, he's asleep again! pixel! - pixel! - pixel, wake up! - well, i can do this. - uh. - yeah. okay. wait a minute. ah, whoa! - ziggy-- zig