Junior's Giants: Anger's Everywhere

A few months ago in church, Junior Anderson heard

the story of David and Goliath for the first time.

And David chose a small rock, put it in the sling, and with a

great whoosh he let it fly, and down fell the mighty Goliath.

Now, the important thing I want you to remember, children, is that there will be

giants for you to fight in your lives, too.

Did you say that I'm going to fight giants?

Yes, Junior.

What does metaphorically mean?

That means that your giants will be problems in your life.

Like temptation or sin.

Yes, Junior.

To be clear, there will be giants, yes, no.

Uh... you bet.

That is so awesome!

And that was the day Junior learned that he would meet his giants.

Recently, Junior decided to show the world

what he called his natural athletic ability.

First, he tried football.

Then he tried dodgeball.

Maybe I'll try dodgeball.

Then he tried baseball.

Baseball.

Definitely baseball.

Finally he settled on tetherball, and was therefore supremely

disappointed to find out he wasn't good at that either.

Uh, you're not good.

Maybe with a stepladder I could scale... You're not tall.

Perhaps with some kind of trampoline shoes I could spring into the air at the exact

moment that the ball... I'm winning.

Maybe a monkey could stand on my shoulders and balancing with his tail... You lost.

No!

Huh?

Sweet!

Good morning, battle fans, and welcome to an epic battle between Junior and Giant.

I'm Bob Braggart.

And I'm Deb Cross.

Junior's on the scene, and any minute now, we expect our giant to arrive.

Deb, we're getting word that someone's arriving now.

Let's go live to the scene.

Hello!

Good morning!

I'm here to battle a giant.

Bob, there appears to be some confusion on the battlefield.

Indeed there does, Deb.

Who is that guy Junior's talking to?

I think that's actually one of our Giants.

Looks oddly small for a Giant.

Well then, let's get to it.

Huh?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize.

Wow, an autograph.

Who should I make it out to?

To, huh, Keep Fighting Junior.

Say, do you know when the Giant is going to get here?

You're looking at him.

Yes, you betcha.

You keep drinking milk and you'll be a giant someday.

Listen, kid.

I came here to whoop a boy named Junior.

And judging from this, that's you.

Oh, okay.

I'm sorry, I just didn't... You just what?

It's just that you're small.

Normally the giants are giant-ish.

My name is Tood.

It's short for Attitude.

I am your temper.

Only seems small.

Let's fight!

I never thought that Junior would outweigh one of the Giants.

Yeah, okay.

Well, until the real Giant arrives, I'm going to wait over here by my battle gear.

Hey, speaking of wait, I used to guess people's wait at the carnival.

What do you go, Deb?

$2.95?

No, Bob, I do not.

What was that?

Tood just hit what appears to be a spongy ball into Junior.

Spongy ball?

It's hard to see what his strategy is at this point.

What are you doing?

Is this a prank?

I'm not going to get slimed, am I?

Okay, haha, we get the joke.

Ow!

I think that it's time for you to...

Look, I don't want to fight you because you're small.

Oh, afraid to fight the wee Scotsman, are ya?

Afraid?

Okay, no, I'm not afraid.

Battlefads, it appears the giant is angry because he can't

remember that five is the number that comes after four.

Bob, actually, four is a golfing term, meaning, here comes the ball.

Ha!

Missed me!

Stop it!

Roll it with the spongy balls or you're in for a kilt wedgie!

Technically, that's impossible.

Yeah, but I'd pay to see him try.

My name is Tim.

Short for Attitude.

I am your temper.

Remember, what was to be...

Whoa,

he may be bad at math, but he can sure hit the long ball.

Well, that concludes round one with the formerly tiny giant coming out strong.

Coming up, round two of our ferocious battle.

Junior had lost the battle with his temper and recents.

And as a result, was sent to the principal's office.

Dude, I saw what you did to that tetherball pole.

That was something else.

I mean, people are starting to talk.

You should enter that Strongest Man contest on TV.

I wonder how far you could pull a semi with your teeth.

Well, if I put most of the weight on my back teeth... You're just a ball of rage.

Why the anger?

Well, Nico, being a genius has certain liabilities.

Yeah, but you don't see Einstein pulling out tetherball poles with his bare hands.

Well, maybe Einstein should lift with his legs.

You're missing the point, friend.

Did you like the principal's office?

It needs a window.

Again, missing the point.

Hey, let me see that note they gave you.

Dear parent or legal guardian, your son went spazzo in class.

Please discipline him or medicate him, depending on which kind of family you are.

That's very intrusive.

Did she really say spazzo?

Yeah, it's right here.

S-P-A... See, the thing with you, Junior, is you're too easily agitated.

You just gotta let go and let God.

You know, that's a good point.

I read it on a fridge magnet.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Oh, Junior, you're two minutes and thirty-five seconds early.

Welcome home.

How was your day?

I lost a battle to a giant named Toon.

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but it does sound bad.

Mom, I think you should be aware... I'm sorry, you go first.

Well, I just heard from one of the other moms

that there was some vandalism at your school.

Something about a tetherball pole.

Is everything okay?

Uh, yeah, everything's great.

Excuse me.

Now, what did you want to say?

Nothing.

Oh, actually, if I were to let go and let God, how would I go about that?

Well, for starters, you should pray.

Oh, that sounds good.

Just a normal prayer then?

Yeah, and then have faith that God will help you out.

Okay, that works.

Yeah, thanks.

Where's Little Man?

He's around somewhere.

In fact, Junior's brother Little Man was

admiring his hidden collection of family spoons.

Hey, Little Man!

Dude, why does your brother always have a spoon?

Little Man had carried a spoon ever since his first birthday.

Oh, look!

He wants a spoon!

Oh, that is so darling!

Oh, look at him!

He's got cake all over his spoon and a fork!

The little man swore that he would never go spoonless again.

Huh.

I don't know why he carries a spoon.

So, dude, where's the note?

The note?

I'm sorry, which note?

Did you flush the note?

Yes and no.

You flushed the note!

More yes than no.

Yeah, I don't see that going well.

It's all part of my plan, friend.

What plan?

My plan to hide the note.

Yeah, that's gonna backfire huge.

Eh.

Hey, you wanna play Billy the Squid?

You wanna get inked again?

Ha ha ha.

While Junior and Nico began to play, Junior's sister Celia was out devising

another way that she could make some money.

Okay, you see these?

These are grammy doodles.

The new girl sprout cookie.

But those are just some graham crackers.

No, they're grammy doodles.

And you're gonna sell them door to door.

Celia had been the statewide champion of selling Girl Sprout Cookies.

It was an honor she wore with pride...

until she found out the money she raised would

go to the Girl Sprout Troop and not to her.