Hercules (The Sandlot) and Yankee Irving

Yankee followed the Tigers, a little league baseball team that rivals the Sandlot Kids. Yankee loved playing baseball but he was never good at it. He asked to join the Tigers but they laughed and refused him. He was surprised when they came with a proposal.

With that, they stopped in front of a fence.

"Remember, all you have to do is get the ball and we'll let you play." Phillips said, smiling at him. Now Yankee did not trust that smile. Heck, he didn't even think Phillips was a nice person but Yankee was desperate to be liked as he didn't have any friends.

Yankee took a deep breath, he just needed to get a baseball. No big deal.

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Unknown to the boy, an English Mastiff named Hercules was resting in his doghouse after a full day of playing with the Sandlot Kids and coating them all on slobber. Especially Smalls, his favorite of the Sandlot Kids.

He was awoken to the sound of the fence shaking and saw a boy in a blue cap dropping into the backyard. Hercules got up, tail wagging as the sight of a human child made him excited.

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Yankee looked around the backyard and eventually found several torn up baseballs.

"Um guys, which baseball is yours?" Yankee called out, unaware that he was being watched by the large animal.

He got no response.

"Guys?" Yankee turned and went back to the fence and peeked through a whole to see no sign of the Tigers. It didn't take a genius to know that the Tigers had practically ditched him.

Yankee tried to ignore the stinging feeling as tears rolled down his face, his sadness turned to surprise when a loud bark ranged out.

Yankee jumped back as an English Mastiff lunged for him, only to be held back by its collar hooked to a chain.

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If Hercules could speak, he would curse the fat one for hooking his collar to that dreaded chain. He tried to pull and pull barking out frustratingly and sending saliva through the air.