Giant Little Ones

- Hey. - Shhhhhh. Quiet.

Here, catch.

- Good morning. - Babe,

- see you at school. - Okay.

See ya, Franky.

Bye.

We did it six times.

- Six times? - Uh-huh.

- All the way? - Yep.

No way.

Right to the wall.

Reach. Reach.

Who calls the law of conservation of energy?

What's up with those two this morning?

Energy cannot be created...

Call of the wild.

Priscilla,

are you with us?

Dude.

These girls want it just as much as you guys do.

You should hear them talking in the bathroom.

Cil included.

Cil has got a seriously fine rack.

I would do her in a second.

Glasses on.

- You need to get laid. - Tell me about it.

Okay, now pay close attention,

'cause this is all gonna happen very quickly.

- Wow. That's so cool. - Duuude!

It's like magic.

SLUT

Franky...

Franky, is there something wrong with me?

What? No, you're great.

Is there someone you like better?

No, I'm totally into you.

I was thinking I could stay overnight at your place

after your birthday party.

I can tell my parents I'm staying at Jess'.

That'd be awesome if you could stay over.

You can make yourself bald doing that, y'know.

- Can not. - You can. I read it online.

"Bald teenage girls". It's an epidemic.

Shut-up, weirdo.

Come on, we're gonna be late for class.

Hey, don't wear him out too much, Jess,

- he's competing tonight. - Ballas!

He's gotta save his strength.

You're so dead, Franky!

Fast in bed does not mean fast in the pool!

Come here!

That is so beyond childish.

I dunno.

I think it's kinda cute.

Alright, here you go, boys, let's go!

Positions!

On your marks...

Why don't you fucking grow up?

Oh, I'm sorry, Michael, did that hurt?

Fucking moron.

Anyway, you probably like it.

Isn't that the kind of thing your type likes?

You know what I wonder, Connor?

What?

I wonder why you prance around in your underwear

whipping the ass of another guy.

Is there something you're trying to tell us?

Fuck you, faggot.

If you wanna go there, I'll get you kicked off this team

so fast you won't know what fucking hit you.

You won't know what the fuck hit you, bitch.

- Hey, chill out, Connor. - You chill out.

Hey, back the fuck off.

Whatever, man.

We're cool.

You guys should remember you're on a team together.

Okay, thanks, "team captain".

Happy birthday, my beautiful boy.

Mom, it's Saturday.

Yeah, but I have to get to the studio,

and I wanted to say happy birthday first.

I can't believe how big my little boy's getting.

Mom, gross,

his bed's probably totally covered with his nasty boy goop.

Shut-up, Ho.

I can hear you in here. It's disgusting.

Bullshit, it's your vibrator that makes all the noise.

Oh, as if, creeper!

Deanne...

Happy birthday, douche bag.

- Thanks, Sis. - You're welcome.

So what did you poison this with?

You'll find out.

It's so gross.

I'm only doing this 'cause it's your birthday, alright?

- Deanne, you'll be home at eight, right? - Uh-huh.

Ah! C'mon!

Hey, we've discussed this, no Deanne, no party.

FYI, I'm not totally psyched

to be baby-sitting you and your douche bag friends, ya know.

I'm giving you some leeway tonight, Franky. Use wisely.

This isn't gonna be some big blowout,

where all the kids do drugs and puke all over the house.

I'm gonna be home at one sharp and it needs to be wrapped up.

- You going on a date tonight? - Maybe.

Yes. Double date.

Rebecca and Jerry's friend.

He's supposed to be nice. I dunno.

Don't forget to reply to your father about dinner tomorrow night,

okay?

He thinks I'm influencing your decision.

He's just been paranoid.

He wants to see you on your birthday, Franky!

Just answer him, okay?

You have nice lips, mom.

Thank you baby, so do you.

Okay.

Hottest single mom out there.

Watch out.

Charmer.

Hey, birthday boy!

- Franky. - Hey!

You ready for your party?

Pretty much.

There's muffins in the kitchen, just help yourself.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, 'Tash.

I'm waiting for Ballas.

You know Ballas and I are going uptown to get booze for tonight.

Natasha, you're totally welcome to come to my party tonight

if you want.

Franky, why on earth would I want to come to your party?

Just offering.

Do what you want.

Yeah, I will.

Hey, man.

Hey.

Let's go.

Yeah.

I thought you liked Cil.

I mean she's nice, but...

she doesn't have anything to say.

And?

Well, have you ever noticed the way

she twirls her hair?

Yeah, she's got nice hair.

She doesn't want Mr. Nice Guy. She wants Mr. Guy Guy.

Dude,

it's your birthday.

She's hot and she wants to spend the night!

It couldn't be more perfect, Franky!

Am I right

or am I totally right?

You're right. Just stop doing that, please.

Is everything ready for tonight?

Yes.

Everything's ready. It's all ready.

Okay.

It's all good.

Condoms?

We're not doing it without condoms.

Of course we're not, of course.

I have condom's, yes.

Okay.

I don't think I'm gonna need all these.

Got you something.

You wrapped it and everything.

Only the best for my bro.

What the...

It's a flare gun.

Bought it off Trevor Hallis.

Stoner stole it from his dad's boat.

Cool.

Thanks, bro.

Nah.

Hey, how you getting Cil in here anyway?

The window. Oh shit.

That reminds me, I gotta take the screen off.

Hey.

Thanks.

You know how to use 'em?

Yeah, I'll figure it out.

We were just about to go!

That's so not fair!

Why? Why?

It's one time!

Just say no.

No! I'm already here.

- Just hang up. - Why?

Shit.

What're you doing Franky?

Hey, just...

trying to...

take this screen off.

Franky, I have to go home!

This was supposed to be our night.

You're 16.

It's ridiculous how they still monitor you.

I know! She's ruining my life!

- Where's Franky? - He's right here.