Note: A missing scene from "The 200-Mile Per Hour Fastball," when Ralph and Bill help the California Stars. Words in italics are spoken in the episode.

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Bill could hardly believe his ears when Ralph said Deborah Dante's kidnappers were sabotaging the game so they could pay off the gun runner. He also realized the danger of having the guns getting into enemy hands in South America. "You gotta get back there, you gotta get in that game and win it" he said.

Ralph turned to the couch and picked up the unconscious woman in his arms to fly her back to the stadium. "By the way, Shorty Robinson is the inside man. You might want to take care of him," he said.

"It's going to be my pleasure. Get goin' kid, this is for all the marbles," said Bill quickly. He knew Ralph needed to get back there quickly with the manager so he could help win the game.

"I'm on my way," said Ralph, who then took three steps and flew out of the window. Unfortunately, he mistimed his leap, and crashed to the ground.

Bill ran up to the window and looked out to see Ralph lying down, with Miss Dante lying across his waist. He smiled and gave a small wave. One of the kidnappers, seeing the spill, said, "I don't believe any of this."

Bill ignored the comment, and turned to face Ralph, who stood up and picked up the woman to try flying again. "Come on kid, quit horsing around. You need to get back there before the Stars go to bat. You don't want those guns to get into enemy hands."

"I know that Bill," said Ralph a bit sarcastically. "It's been a while since I've flown with someone in my arms, and my balance must have been off. I've figured it out...I hope." He then turned around and again took flight, this time with no problems.

Bill smiled slightly and turned back to the two kidnappers. "All right, you guys failed at keeping Miss Dante from the game. Now, what I want to know is where the guy who slipped away would head to."

"We don't have to give you no information, not even your Red Baron could make us," said the man, who still didn't quite believe he actually was flying in the air with a man in a strange red suit.

"Really, well if I was you I'd talk fast," said Bill, "That is, unless you want to spend the rest of your life stamping license plates. And, there is no way that the judge would believe you saw my friend dressed in red, so either way you're going to jail. How long depends on how long you wait."

The kidnapper realized that he was going to lose out either way, but figured it'd be more in his favor if he helped the agent. "All right, the guy that got away has all the bookie tickets. He's under orders to keep Hinkley out of the game, either by incapacitating or, if necessary, killing him."

Bill flinched inwardly, knowing Ralph had been knocked out before even with the suit's protection, but didn't show it on his face. "Well, we'll see about that," said Bill as he headed toward a phone. He punched in a number and a man picked up.

"Hello, is this the security department of the Stars' Stadium ... Yeah, this is Bill Maxwell... Yes, I'm Mr. Hinkley's manager, but I'm also an FBI agent." he said, frowning as he listened to the other man's voice. "Look, I don't have time to explain, but you need to close all entrances to the stadium. It's a matter of national security...there is a man who is heading toward there that could harm Hinkley or one of the other Stars. I've already got two others in custody. Don't let him or anyone else in for the rest of the game...Yes, thank you."

Bill hung up the phone and turned to the two tied up kidnappers. "Well, that settles that threat. Now, the two of you will be going on a nice trip to jail and my friend will help the Stars win the game." The two kidnappers just stared at him blankly as the police car arrived, knowing if they mentioned everything that happened, they'd never have a chance to get out of jail.