(Our heroes are eating in a rice shop called Lice Are Nicer Then Soy Sauce And Rice)
(Baymax looks over his best friend's head)
Wasabi: Honey, why are you wearing that Hiro costume?
(HoneyLemon, in a goofy stitch number): To better understand the pain and angst of a fourteen-year-old, future manchild, one must first dress to the exact likeness of a fourteen-year-old, future manchild.
(Baymax has found a new head to look at)
Hiro (pauses with chop sticks) : Baymax, for the last time, there's no lice in my hair.
Baymax: No, but there is a large, barrel-chested man of Asian decent leering down at you.
(Hiro's face drops in such a manner it should be soy sauce on his rice)
(Actually, that would be Fred backhanding sauce all over his rice while customers glare at him)
(Hiro looks up with eyes wider then saucers to see Yama standing in stylish business attire over him)
Yama: Hello, young Hiro.
Hiro: Y-y-y...
Yama (mocking, raising upper lip): Yeh...yeh...yeh... How ya doin'? No more Big Tadashi!
(He slaps Hiro so hard on the face that it knocks him straight to the floor, everyone gasps)
Baymax (in alarm): Hiro! (he rushes over to his aid)
Fred (whispering): Dude, dudettes... shouldn't we, like, suit up now?
Wasabi: I left my suit at home.
GoGo: I'm having mine re-decaled.
Honey (very quietly as she shrinks down): I'm having my cleansed of evil spiritual properities.
Fred: I'm having mine sprayed for lice. (They all glare at him) What!? My snake can't eat them!
(Yama laughs bosteriously as Hiro tries weakly to get up)
(Baymax, his voice brimming with fear as he tries to remain professional): Hiro, you require an ice pack on your swollen jowels. I will fetch some immediately, but I cannot access my fighting-,
Yama (sneering): And what's this? (clutches Baymax by the throat and lifts him off the ground)
Baymax: Oh, dear...
Hiro (reaching out instinctively): No! (he yelps) Baymax. (he turns to his friends) Guys, DO SOMETHING! Suit or no suit, Baymax needs your help! (They all stay stricken in their seats)
Yama (laughs with aggravating arrogance): What, (jerks thumb) these losers? (examines a hapless Baymax) You're better off with balloon man here and your dead brother's ashes! (he tosses the nursebot with a reckless thrust back at Hiro, who grabs his friend and pulls him so that he's behind his back. He then lunges at Yama who feigns jerking back in fright, waving his hands)
(Baymax hugs Hiro close to his soft tummy as the boy claws at the man viciously)
Yama (laughing loudly, his own tummy bumping up and down): What do you think you're doin' kid? A bot fight is one thing, but a real brawl? HAH! I'd make you my toothpick's toothpick!
(Everyone in the store laughs along with him in an uproar of mocking glee, he grins and then gestures giddily for it to keeping building. Yama gets in a few more chuckles and starts to head out the door. A hand shoots out and catches it before the bell can jingle. Yama turns in confusion and meets Baymax's o-o; but there is an unusual solemn atmopshere to his face. The large man then feels eyes down below and flashes a look down to a red-cheeked but fearless Hiro, the small teen states to him:
Tomorrow (his words are sincere in their ominous infliction) We're going to meet at San Fran Fuji's Mix Martial Arts and settle this. (he spits)
(Yama - solemn as well - tries to intimidate Hiro with his ginormous girth. Baymax shadows him)
(The first hint of doubt springs to Yama's face as he looks up)
Tomorrow! (Hiro jabs his gut; Yama snarls down at him) Same time, 10 am. (pointing) On the dot!
(Yama rises up higher then Baymax as he glares down at Hiro, considering what he might be up against if the boy has time to prepare; he obviously remembers last time. A quick glance up at Baymax - who nods- and then he glances back down at Hiro, nodding. Hiro nods back. Both are "respectful" in nature and then he leaves, the bell chimes. Yama glares at Hiro's pals in disgust right before disppearing into the crowds. After this Baymax turns to Hiro and innocently complains above his swollen cheek, he then rubs it with a warm hand that Hiro presses closer to his lumpy skin. This is his buddy; Baymax won't fail him. He closes his eyes and remembers)
I shall fetch you some ice now.: (Baymax says as Hiro presses with one last bit of affection for his best friend; the robot waddles back into the shop. Hiro's friends surround him tentatively)
Fred: Buddy... (he sighs)
Wasabi, explaining over him: Hiro, without our suits, what were we suppose to do? (he shrugs)
Honey:
Hiro´ ... (she reachs out to touch his cheek, Hiro jerks away)
(Even GoGo tries to be gentle, he allows her to touch his less swollen cheek)
We're sorry he said what he said, and-,
UGH!: Hiro storms away.
GoGo: Look, Hiro! (she stalks up to his retreating back) Jeremiah Yama is not someone to take lightly. He goes into the underbelly of San Fransyoko, puts on a show and learns about what he's up against. That bot fighting... he was just undercover work to learn about the trade, he-,
You know what, GoGo. (Hiro looks over his shoulder) Why don't you just go back to the Nerd Lab? Fred, I think your mascot costume is still back there. Oh no wait! (he taps his chin while pretending to look stupid; Fred looks away as Hiro whirls around) It's blown to bits! Wasabi, better fire up the old apple slicer... oh no wait, that's cinders now too! And Honey...well, maybe you should stick with the cheap stuff from Carl's Balls O' Paint down on Market. I'm outt here.
Honey: Y'know,
Hiro´, none of us ever thought you'd be more then a fourteen-year-old filled with pain and angst.
GoGo: But you've turned us into something more then we ever thought we'd have a right to be.
Hiro (turning, offensive): I can deck you out in pretty decals all day, GoGo, but I can't make a toothpick's toothpick woman up. (she glares at him in obstinate hurt) Don't bother showing up tomorrow. ( he declares as he turns to trudge off)
Wasabi: Dang...
Fred: You're making a mistake! He's gonna cream you... (extremely sad, whimpering) I could cream you.
(Baymax waddles up and opens his arms wide for them): Group hug!
Hiro: BAYMAX!
Baymax: Oh! (lhe looks down at bag of melted water in his hand) Coming Hiro. (bounces over to him)
(They all stare wistfully after them)
Fred: I could use a group hug in the worst kind of way...
GoGo: I'm going to lop your snake off and stitch it to my vag; I don't deserve to be a woman anymore.
Honey: I'll get the thread and needle.
Wasabi: Does anybody else feel less of a woman right now?
(The girls stare at him)
(Fred comes over and wraps an arm around Wasabi): So much to talk about... (he grins)
(Wasabi nods and tearfully buries is face in the Hiro costume Honey was wearing)
(He jerks up insisde of his suit with his other hand, scrunching up his face): RELEASE THE PAIN!
Wasabi: Boy, tuck yo' 12 inches back in 'dere... (turns to the girls wryly) Says the black stereotype.
(Honey and Gogo look at each other in concern)
Honey: We're going tomorrow?
GoGo (nodding thoughtfully): We're going tomorrow.
To be continued...