Harvey Street Kids

One, two, three, go!

Wow!

Who will save the ice cream truck?

I'm melting.

Help us, Harvey Girls. Save our frozen treats!

Ladies, it's go time.

-Lotta? -On it, Dot!

Huh. Lot of gum under here.

See, this is why I always carry at least three types of spare tires.

Audrey, perimeter secure?

If you mean, "Is raccoon butt about to be kicked?"

Well...

what's your answer, boys?

Go, Harvey Girls!

They saved the day!

Post-victory frozen treat? It's on me.

I smell fresh injustice.

Aha!

There's injustice in my bedroom?

Oh, is it because I only hung up posters

for three of the four members of Crush For You?

'Cause I love all of them.

No, the scent is coming from...

- -Oh! Tiny!

- -What's wrong?

The other boys won't let me into their tree house.

They say I'm too small.

Hmm. You're no smaller than the other first graders.

-I'm in third grade. -Oh.

Aw, forget those jerks, Tiny.

Hang with us! We don't see size.

You're a giant, right?

Thanks, but I really want inside.

The Bloogey Boys' tree house is just so tall.

Oh, Bloogey Boys!

They have been the stains of Harvey Street ever since we were five years old.

Their leader, Melvin, called me a name,

that name which should never be spoken.

Tiny, we are moving you into this tree house.

Let's right the snot out of this wrong, Harvey Girls.

-Yeah! -Yes, but no snot.

I'm an honorary girl.

From my files on the Bloogey Boys...

You have files on the Bloogey Boys?

I have files on everyone in the neighborhood.

Fredo: loves dumb horror movies, yet can't sleep without a nightlight.

Weakness: math.

Pinkeye: loves poetry and modern American dance.

Weakness: depth perception.

Melvin: the self-proclaimed leader.

Dead aim with a spitball.

Collects comic books, but never reads them for fear of decreasing their value.

His weakness: blueberry muffins.

How do we bring him down with blueberry muffins?

Lotta, the basket.

Disgusting! Demented!

So push your drawings further, further!

Drive me to the brink of mad...

Blueberry muffins.

Oh, hello, Melvin.

Muffin basket?

No catch.

Just that very common problem of having too many muffins.

There's no catch.

-Dude! -That's what they said last time!

Fredo, lower the bucket.

Hi.

-Too small! -

Could at least eat the muffins.

I did bake them from scratch.

Oh, I'll feed him a muffin.

Whoa, whoa, Audrey!

Muscles aren't always the answer.

I got this.

Tell my cat I loved him.

That's better.

Hi, can we talk?

So what if Tiny's fun-sized, huh?

We need to accept people for who they are.

Who cares that Fredo smells like bologna?

Or Melvin eats mayo straight out of the jar.

Or Pinkeye has alopecia.

And, hey, you'd never know it looking at me, but I'm flatfooted.

We all have things that make us special.

So, you're gonna let up Tiny?

-He's... -Too...

Small.

I tried, but you know how boys get tongue-tied around a pretty face.

Thanks, but you were right.

I should just give up my dream.

No, no, no, no, no.

Your dream is alive and furious!

We'll fight these jerks with our most fantabulous weapon!

Great! Now all I'm drawing are blueberry muffins.

Someone make me think about something else.

Huh?

Uh-oh.

It got in my good eye.

Ooh, looks like someone exploded glitter all over your tree house.

You know, Tiny's an excellent cleaner.

Fine! Tiny can clean the tree house.

Yippee!

Great!

-Now apologize to him. -For what?

For what you said to me... I mean him...in the first place!

There are two things I will never do.

Learn to write cursive and apologize.

Oh, well, uh, if we're getting real...

...when I wrote "Have a great summer" in your yearbook last year,

I wasn't being genuine.

You soggy old handball!

You square cafeteria pizza!

Lousy field trip buddy!

You still can't tie your shoes!

You're a...

butt sandwich!

- Butt sandwich! -

That name.

This means...

war!

Bloogey Boys!

I'm gonna smash your brains...

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, there are rules.

This is war, not dodgeball.

The following things are out of bounds:

wet willies, atomic and subatomic wedgies,

taking toy hostages.

-Permanent markers. -Cats.

-Boogers. -Boogers stay.

Hmm. Acceptable.

If everyone's satisfied...

attack!

Hmm!

Shields up.

Advance and return fire!

Fire the cannon!

Girls, we need to...

Wait, where's Tiny?

Not in my pockets.

Tiny!

You need to throw that balloon!

Show Melvin that he can't call you a butt sandwich!

Don't you mean "too small"?

Just take the shot!

I am of average size!

Audrey? Is that you?

Stay strong!

I'm so cold.

My...my socks are wet.

I said, "Stay strong!"

Remember what we're fighting for!

Quick question...no biggie, but, uh, what are we fighting for, again?

-Obviously we're fighting for Tiny. -

Are we in the tree house yet?

I can't see.

There's so much water in my eyes, so much water.

- -Tiny?

No!

That should be me in my arms.

I let my grudge against Melvin get in the way of Tiny's justice.

And now he's...

he's soaked.