The Suite Life of Zack & Cody

STAY OUT YOU BLOOD SUCKING LEECHES!!!

Welcome to the Tipton. Where you and the rest of your baseball team will be

treated with the up most respect and courtesy.

You Yankees stink!

You're going down!

Yeah,but first,could you autograph my mit?

And my ball?

Please get out from behind there.

No!No!Not over the...Oh...I'm so sorry about this.

How many times have I told you not to disturb the guests?

2,708

But,it never gets old.

Thanks.

My pleasure guys.

Sorry dude, but this hand will never touch the hand of a Red Sox rival.

Not even if it had tickets to tomorrow's game in it?

I LOVE YOU, YA STINKING YANKEE!!!

Yeaah thanks. -Ohh Ok.

NO! No, no, no, no! Don't break the Yankee!

Wow!I would love to play catch with one of them.

They're even cuter than that hockey team dad bought me for Hanukkah.

Heh.You should have seen the ball players back in my day.Like Babe Ruth. What a hunk!

You knew Babe Ruth?

Sure. Who do you think first called him 'Babe' ?

You know, I am sick of cute guys, I mean, who cares about looks?

Ok.

What else is there?

How about intelligence? Sense of humor, sweetness, a lot of creativity.

Ok, if you're going to do that, stop when I stop.

If you really care about all that junk, I know this guy, Gavin, who would be perfect for you.

I'll set it up for tomorrow.

London, that is so sweet.

Well you guys have so much in common. He has bad skin too,tons of blackheads.

I do not have any black...Ohh!!

It's a special magnifying mirror to enable to detect potential pimples while still at a subatomic level.

So,Maddie how about I give you facelift and do your hair for your date tomorrow

we can have a little spa day in my suite.

Ooh, ooh, me too?! I love to ski, spend, and spa, anything that stats with 'S'.

Ok,we'll do it tomorrow,it'll be so nice to just for once spend a day pampering myself

instead of doing what the boys want to do.

Hey Mom.We got three tickets so you can take us to the game tomorrow.

Won't that be fun?

Not fun!

It would be an opportunity for you to bond with the boys.

Whoah...I shudder just thinking about it...Whoahhh....See?

Whoah..Oh flashback!

The more you connected with them the less of your stuff they'll break.

You really expect me to believe that?

No.

Mr. Moseby please, please, please, please , please.

I never get a day to myself and the boys love you.

They love me?

No.But,they would if you took them to a baseball game.

I can't believe that hotel guy won't take his own kids to the baseball game.

-They're not my kids. -That's.Just.Not.Right.

Mhm...

But I-I hate baseball.

Now,that's just un-American.

Do you believe this guy?I guess he hate apple pie too,uh fella? And puppies and your own Mama.

Sir,I love my Mama!!

I would love to take the kids to the game.What times kick-off?

Aw the boys will be so thrilled. Yes.

Nooo!!

Mr.Moseby??

At a baseball game?

Those two things just don't go together.

It's like...like Zack and homework.

Or Cody and a date.

Oh, come on guys. He's really looking forward to going with you and he loves you.

He loves us?

No.But,he might if he spend more time with you.

Please, I never get a day to myself and I changed your diapers.

Oh no,she's playing the diaper card again.

You know mom, if we knew you were always going to pull that diaper thing,

we would have just sat in it.

Speak for yourself.

Wow! These seats are awesome!

Aw, these seat is filthy.

Well, we told you to dress casual.

This is casual, I'm wearing loafers and my pocket-wear is linen, not silk.

And my jockey shorts are a cotton blend. Sit down.

Ok, today is the day. I'm finally going to catch my first ball.

Or it'll bounce off your head,well, everybody rushes to stop the bleeding

and I can pick it up like last time.

Should we be wearing protective headgear?

Mr. Moseby, when you were a kid, didn't you ever dream about

catching a ball at Fenway Park?

Noooo,back then the ballet was my life.

Gee,there's a suprice,ah?

I was just a kid in the chorus. But I aspired to someday been picked

to dance the challenging yet coveted role,of Nutcracker Prince.

So, did you get to do it?

Alas,no. One nasty tether ball accident shattered my big toe.

It's just so painful for me to talk about.

Try having to listen to it.

Hey! Hey! Check out the lead, Pedunski's taking.

He's gonna steal.

You know, I read the encyclopedia of baseball last night.

All of it?

Well, you have to be informed, don't want to appear the boob.

You late!

Carrying research proves that stealing a base while theatrical, is statistically inadvisable.

No,no I'll tell you what's inadvisable Shooting off your mouth when you don't know diddly.

Well I'm sure this diddly is a fine fellow.But stastics do not lie.

Sir, stealing that base would be a waste of your time.

There he goes!

Told you.

London could you get that?

Sure. COME IN!!!

-Wow! -Aaaa something's eating Maddie's head.

It's my hair. It's humid outside which tends to make it a little frizzy.

A little? You're like the bride of Frankenstein.

Are we done making fun of my hair?

Not quite.

Your hair looks funny, your hair looks funny OK, now I'm done.

Don't worry, by the time we're done, you're blind date is gonna think you're gorgeous.

YOU STINK! GO BACK TO NEW YORK!

Isn't that the nice man who gave us these tickets?

Another reason to hate the Yankees.

Zack,how could you be so rude?!

Miss Manners. This is a baseball game it's not your ballet class.

Mock me if you will but I was the only boy amongst twenty pretty girls.

Momma didn't raise no fool.

Look, it's his first time, cut him some slack.

Oh,not to worry,I can razz with the best of them.

Clever.

You swing like a girl! You're weak! You'll never make it as a Nutcracker.

That's telling him.

(AND NOW, PLEASE RISE FOR THE SEVENTH INNING STRETCH)

Ahhhh...!!!

Isn't this the life?

Too bad we can't do it everyday.

Well you can't,but i can.Yay!

OW! Why'd you do that?

Oh, ok.Ow, ow, ow, ow... Aren't you guys afraid of wrinkles?

Nahh.When the time comes I'm gonna grow old gracefully.

Ok, Maddie let's get started on your hair.

Come over here and let's work some magic.

And for my first trick I made the comb disappear.

It's ok,it'll be fine.Once we wash, condition,blow dry,staight iron and...

...possible shave your head.

What?

I'm kidding.

Yeah,as long as I stay inside.

Otherwise it's attack of the killer hair.

Then it was pretty smart of me to arrange your date here at the hotel.

Look,i don't know why some people think I'm stupid.Ow ow ow ow....

It's a mystery alright.

Strike?! You're blind.

You tell him, fancy pants.

Thanks Arty.Hey some popcorn?

Yeah,don't mind if I do.

Mr. Moseby, your hat's empty.

Oh re-fill it boys.

Hey,how about some peanuts?

Yeah!

Oh,hey waiter! Three orders of your finest peanuts please.

And some cotton candy?

Sure and some...Ohh!

Never mind.

Haa?....Hey!...Ohh.

Good think I didn't order the canned ham.

I gotta say Mr. Moseby. For a stick in the mud, you're ok.

And for a pain in the derriere, so are you.

This stinks. It's the bottom of the ninth,the Sox are losing, and now I'll never catch a ball.

Not over yet. If he hits this, we still have a chance of winning.

It's coming to us

NOOO!!!

I caught it!I caught it! I caught it for you.

No,thanks.

But, I insist.

Keep it.