Little Boy

This is O'Hare, California.

Back then, it was nothing more than a sleepy fishing village

with a hill at the end of Main Street.

Like you see in postcards.

My story takes place on the home front,

in the midst of World War ll.

That's me, the little fella.

Closer?

Stop causing trouble, you midget.

Nobody in that town liked me much.

One, two, three.

I was eight years old.

But the story really starts the day I met my dad.

My only friend.

My partner.

He's a boy.

Wow. He's so...

What? Little?

Well, he'll grow. Right?

I got you covered, okay?

'Cause we're partners.

I wanted to be just like him.

And do everything he did.

And everything we did became a great adventure.

Hey, watch out! - (BIKE COLLIDING)

I'm very proud of you, partner.

You handled the pain like a true hero.

Actually, you remind me of another hero,

Ben Eagle, the magician.

Ben Eagle.

Ben Eagle said to his sidekick,

"Do you believe you can do this?"

"Do you believe you can do this?" That became our motto.

Do you believe we can do this?

Yes, I believe we can do this!

Let's go, partner.

The mast is broken.

Partner, do you believe you can do this?

Yes, I believe I can do this.

(OVER MEGAPHONE) This is the police.

Partner, do you believe we can do this?

Yes, partner.

Pepper.

Pepper Flynt Busbee, I've been yelling for 20 minutes.

That's my mom.

Come on, we're in the middle of a great story.

Always there to snap us back to reality.

It's time to go to bed.

Come on.

And that's my brother, London.

Finally old enough to sign up for the fight.

Bye, Mom.

All was good in the old Busbee home.

Or so I thought.

The new Ben Eagle.

You've got to bring your quarter for a look-see.

What are you having, your usual today?

Yeah, give me the usual.

Me, too.

The war was still raging.

(ON TV) The enemy has infiltrated the U.S.A.

Stupid America. You know not what all you do.

Not on my watch, little fella.

Everyone was pitching in, doing their part.

Uncle Sam had all the teens lining up, ready to fight.

Busbee, London.

Sorry, son. 4F.

Hoffman, William.

Sergeant, sir?

With all due respect, what do flat feet have to do with killing Japs?

That's just the way it is, kid.

Thanks.

Welcome to the U.S. Army.

Landry, Gene.

How's the weather down there, midget?

Two vanillas.

Hey, the world looks bigger from down here.

He sure is small.

Hey, where's your cane, Tiny Tim?

You think you're gonna buy 'em this time?

No, not today.

Piece of junk.

4F. Stupid war.

I can't let you do this, Dad.

This is my fight.

But you always knew one of us had to go.

And it was supposed to be me.

Come on, London. Aren't you gonna eat anything?

London's not going to war, right?

Does that mean you're going instead?

Yes.

He'll be back before you know it.

Why can't we stay together?

Partner, I have to go.

I don't want you to go.

Time's up, Privates.

You have nothing to blame yourself about.

You take care of yourself, okay?

I'm not a midget, right?

We, uh, shouldn't use that word.

Midget is a, uh, mean word for people with dwarfism.

Um, I'm afraid your son had something to do with the nickname.

Mom!

That's okay, Pepper.

I will make sure Freddy makes things right.

Any news from James?

He should be there on the 15th.

He said his tour would end by summer.

That's what he said in his last letter.

Do I have dwarfism, or what?

You know what? Let's just keep an eye on you.

You know, it's really too soon to make any type of diagnosis.

I will, however, suggest we see each other regularly.

But for now, Pepper, let's just say you're a...

Little boy.

Teacup!

Come on, get up.

Mr. Jones yelled at me yesterday.

He really blew a fuse about his car. He said you were a...

- Do you want to know what he called you? No, I don't.

Let's hear this baby hum.

Why is this thing not working?

The old one works fine.

Your dad was happy with it.

What do you know?

He's gonna love this.

Now mind your own and get the lousy Packard ready!

Can I go? Yeah, go.

Don't need your pestering, either.

And what about my money? I don't have any.

But Mom told you.

"But Mom told you."

This ain't time to be spending money like that.

What a waste.

Your dad's been eyeing these boots for a long time, hasn't he?

Yes, he has.

Thank you.

Hi, Jenny. Can I have two tickets for the Ben Eagle show?

Does this mean your father's coming back?

Yes, he should be here soon. Bye, Jenny. Thank you.

Good morning, Mrs. Busbee.

On March 11th, your husband, James L. Busbee,

was part of a tactical operation.

His platoon was sent to secure Malabang,

a village in the Philippines.

I can't wait to see him. He's the best.

Hey, look. It's the midget who ratted on me.

Let's go! Let's get him!

Fight!

(CHANTING) Midget! Midget!

Midget! Midget!

Stop!

We can't call him "Midget." It could traumatize him.

Gimme that.

In the name of the freakiest thing alive, I baptize you, "Little Boy."

ls my husband dead or alive?

We don't know, ma'am. His body wasn't located at the scene.

We believe he's been taken as a prisoner of war.

Good luck getting out.

What's wrong?

He's barely eaten all week.

Just take him, would you?

He got the extra ticket for your dad.

Fine.

(ON FILM) Elegant in his top hat and floating cane,

Ben Eagle, the magician...

is, in reality,

a super crime fighter!

In today's episode,

is Tyra finally safe from the clutches of Sir Pent?

- (GROWLS) - (SCREAMS)

Hey! Going for a drink.

But the live show is next.

This is what happens to Ben Eagle's precious interest.

You'll never get away with it.

What are we gonna do?