The Sandlot gang never felt so happy before, in their lives. Young Hermes took off his baseball cap, throwing it on the ground and jumping like he just tagged someone.

King Naughty and Lady Southpaw looked at each other, cheering there lives out. For those siblings, it was like winning a lottery.

The Prince of the Mound and The Non-stop Chatter Boy screamed as loud as they can, high-fiving and chanting, "We won!"

Missy Fastball, even though she's a serious lady, couldn't help but let out a smile. She tilted her face, looking at the crowd sitting on benches who're watching the Sandlot gang cheer.

Carbon-brainiac was definitely happy. Judging by the look on his face, he rushed towards Checkmate, giving him a brother-like hug. It was as if he got 'A+' on every subject in school- specifically Highschool.

The Trash-talking Champion couldn't believe he helped the gang. He made it home! Missy Fastball perfectly ought that they will get triple if he was in, instead of Young Hermes. They trusted him.

Checkmate was the first to make it home coming from third base. Next was King Naughty, who even made silly faces at the captain of their opponent team. And The Trash-talking Champion was the last to make it to home base. He almost got tagged but remembering the tip that Young Hermes gave, sliding made them win.

Everyone rushed towards him. Young Hermes, being the fastest boy in the team, rushed over towards the Trash-talking Champion, accidentally toppling over him as they hugged each other like brothers, but none of them minded it.

King Naughty and Lady Southpaw, identically awesome with the same thoughts jumped in, hugging the two boys. And there, they were followed by the rest of the team, creating a dog pile.

"Oi!" The Non-stop Chatter boy called their attention. "Don't forget Squints!"

"He's here?" Missy Fastball asked, giving him a confused look. As The Non-stop Chatter Boy pointed his thumb behind directly towards the dug-out, everyone saw their coach with a familiar blonde.

"Wendy?" The Prince of the Mound piped up thoughtfully. Not a second, they charged towards the old couple, happily cheering for their victory.

Let's get back to the begining, shall we?

So, this is the new start of the old story. The old story seems very out of character, not coming-of-age type and was like not close to baseball but instead close to the problems of highschool, but this story is supposed to be happening on summer- which means, no highschool. So here it is. This is a combination of The Sandlot, The Sandlot 2 and The Sandlot: Heading Home. I will be publishing this to Wattpad also, so in the future chapters, I'm gonna mention my name in Wattpad. Carry on!

"And the plot thickens as they say."