Defying the Odds

Chapter 7: Bowling Drama

That night, the group arrived at the local bowling alley. "There's the place." Sylvester said, pointing out to Tweety. Tweety smiled in interest; this was the first time that she had been bowling now. As the team came inside, they looked around to see that it was full of people who were waiting for their turn at the bowling areas. Looking nearby, Sylvester smiled.

"Could you guys wait for us for a moment? Tweety and I are both going to go look at the arcade." Sylvester said. With this, he and Tweety headed through the arcade and looked around in surprise.

"Look at that!" Sylvester commented, impressed. Tweety was equally as impressed; they were so going to have some fun here after the bowling. "Come on, let's go see everyone else." Sylvester said. With this, he and Tweety arrived back to see that everyone else was getting into teams.

"Sylvester, Tweety, you're going to be on our team." Roadie said, while alongside him was Miley. Sylvester and Tweety both smiled and headed over to an alley with the two roadrunners to get themselves ready. The two looked up at the scoreboard to see the order: Roadie, Miley, Tweety and Sylvester. "Why are we both last?" Tweety asked, confused.

"I figured you two would do the best, so I put you last just in case." Roadie explained. Although they were surprised, Sylvester and Tweety both smiled nonetheless. Roadie grabbed a bowling ball, and threw it onto the lane knocking down eight pins leaving two separate on opposite sides.

"I hate getting chokes." Roadie commented, annoyed. "Don't worry, Roadie. No one can get both pins, so don't get upset if you don't. Miley explained.

"Thanks, Miley." Roadie responded. With that, he bowled again but amazingly he got both pins down. As Roadie stared wordless, Miley headed over.

"I guess it's my turn now." Miley said, happily. She grabbed a pink bowling ball and when she threw it down the lane, it knocked down all ten pins. "All right! Strike!" Miley smiled in delight. "Nice one, Miley!" Roadie said, happily. Miley smiled at this compliment. Now, it was Tweety's turn.

Sylvester was concerned, because he noticed that all the bowling balls were bigger than Tweety. "I think I'll need to get a ball small enough for Tweety." Sylvester said to himself, But, he realized that he was talking too soon because he looked down to see that Tweety was holding one of the balls without any difficulty.

"Tweety, you're strong for your size!" Sylvester commented in surprise. Tweety nodded in agreement, and threw her ball down. It rolled slowly down the lane and knocked down all ten pins surprisingly. "Strike! It's your turn, puddy." Tweety said. Sylvester nodded, and grabbed his ball. Then, he had an idea.

"Watch this, Tweety. I learned this while I was heading through a pipe." Sylvester explained. With that, he swallowed the bowling ball and it went down him to the bottom and the second half of his body was in the shape of the ball.

"Ooh, that's impressive." Tweety commented. With this, Sylvester rolled down the lane and knocked down all the pins, getting the team their third strike. Once Sylvester came out, everyone was impressed.

"At this rate, there's no way we'll lose to anyone else." Roadie smiled. Sylvester then looked down at Tweety. "Tweety, can you help me with something?" he asked.

"Sure, what is it?" Tweety asked. "Could you help get this bowling ball out of me?" Sylvester asked in response. Tweety looked to notice and grew nervous. "This is going to be difficult." Tweety said to herself in worry.

After a moment of struggling, Tweety soon got the bowling ball out. "Thanks." Sylvester said, while he was trying to breathe again. Miley looked on at them in surprise and started to smile. "Do you have the same though I do, Roadie? I'm starting to think that those two secretly like each other." Miley commented.

"I wouldn't worry too much, Miley. I think they have each other right where they want one another." Roadie commented. Tweety smiled at Sylvester while he was getting up again.

"Isn't this game fun?" she asked, happily. "Hey listen. Tweety? I know it's only been a few days that we've known each other, but there's something that I... have to say." Sylvester explained. Tweety started to smile with anticipation upon hearing that.

"Yes, puddy tat?" she asked, happily. Sylvester was nervous, but started to continue. "Well, you see, Tweety, I..." Before Sylvester could continue, he looked up at the scoreboard and smiled. "I was about to tell you, it's your turn." he added, quickly. Tweety noticed and got ready to have her go while Sylvester was upset with himself.

"Why didn't I tell her while I had the chance?" Sylvester asked, sadly. After the game, everyone headed to the arcade to have some fun. Sylvester and Tweety were both on the racing cars.

"I'm going to beat you, Tweety!" Sylvester smiled. "We'll see about that!" Tweety responded in delight. Tweety had to admit though, she was having difficulty going fast and steering at the same time. But she didn't care; she was just enjoying herself. That was all she wanted.

Roadie and Miley were both at the basketball gallery. "Make sure that your aim's good, Miley. I want us to get a lot of tickets." Roadie said. "I hear you, Roadie." Miley responded. At the racing, Tweety amazingly had beaten Sylvester by only a few seconds.

"I don't understand. How do you do it, Tweety?" Sylvester asked. "You know me; I can be unpredictable when you expect it." Tweety responded, and she happily winked at Sylvester with a smile.

Sometime later, everyone was starting to head back to the house. Tweety as usual was sitting on Sylvester's shoulder when she suddenly remembered something Sylvester was going to say before he cut himself off.

"Hey puddy, what were you going to say to me before? You said it was something you had to say." Tweety commented. Sylvester was surprised, but then he remembered what she was talking about.

"Oh. Well, uh... Tweety, I..." Sylvester said, nervously. Before he could continue, he was cut off again. "Are you two keeping up or not? Hurry up!" Daffy called. "Oh, not again..." Sylvester whispered, annoyed.

With this, he and Tweety started to catch up with everyone else. What Sylvester was wondering was: when was he ever going to get to tell Tweety?