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Characters
Scotty Smalls: The newcomer and narrator of the group. He starts as a timid, uncoordinated kid who can’t even catch a ball, but eventually learns the game, forms unbreakable bonds, and becomes the connective tissue for the whole crew.
Benjamin "Benny" Rodriguez: The undisputed leader and best player on the team. He is fiercely talented, kind-hearted, and legendary for his speed and iconic pair of PF Flyers. He ultimately grows up to play professional baseball.
Hamilton "Ham" Porter: The outspoken, larger-than-life catcher. He is known for his epic trash-talking during games, and his legendary home runs.
Michael "Squints" Palledorous: The nerdy, glasses-wearing outfielder. He is incredibly determined.
Kenny DeNunez: The team's easygoing, talented pitcher. He brings a cool, grounded energy to the mound and grows up to play Triple-A baseball before coaching his own little league team.
Alan "Yeah-Yeah" McClennan: The fast-talking, excitable third baseman. He earned his nickname because he almost always starts his sentences with "Yeah, yeah!".
Bertram Grover Weeks: The quiet, intellectual second baseman. He marches to the beat of his own drum and is the one who introduces the boys to chewing tobacco.
Timmy Timmons: The older of the two Timmons brothers. He acts as a primary infielder and is known for being a bit of a hapless but lovable instigator.
Tommy Timmons: Timmy's younger brother and a right-fielder. He earned the nickname "Repeat" because he echoes everything his older brother says
Intro
July 11th, 1962 — The Treehouse, San Fernando Valley
The air was thick with melted chocolate, roasted marshmallows, and smoke from the little campfire the boys had rigged up inside the treehouse — probably the worst idea in recorded history, but it somehow worked.
Everyone was crammed into the wooden walls of the treehouse like sardines — bare knees knocking, flashlights dangling from nails, comic books tossed in the corner. You sat with your back against the wall, Benny’s arm lazily draped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing soft circles on your sleeve like he wasn’t even thinking about it.
You could feel the heat of his body next to yours, warm and steady, as Ham stood front and center in the glow of the firelight like he was hosting his own cooking show.
“Okay, pay attention,” Ham said, waving a graham cracker dramatically in the air. “Smalls. You want a s’more?”
Smalls looked up from where he was struggling with a marshmallow skewer. “Some more of what?”
Ham blinked, face blank with disbelief.
“No,” he said slowly, “do you want a s’more?”
“I haven’t had anything yet,” Smalls answered, looking genuinely confused. “So how can I have some more of nothing?”
The entire treehouse groaned. Squints slapped his forehead. Yeah-Yeah whispered “Oh my god” under his breath.
Ham stared at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You’re killing me, Smalls!” he shouted, throwing his hands in the air. “You’re straight up killing me!”
You laughed into Benny’s shoulder, and he looked down at you with a crooked smile, shaking his head.
“Poor kid,” he whispered. “I think Ham might actually explode.”
“Honestly, I kinda hope he does,” you murmured back, grinning.
Ham powered through the moment like a true professional, stacking the graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow with practiced hands. “Alright, listen up, Smalls. First; you take the graham. You stick the chocolate on the graham. Then, you roast the ‘mallow. When the ‘mallow’s flamin’-”
“You stick it on the chocolate,” several of the boys said in unison.
“Then,” Ham said, holding up the gooey creation like it was the Holy Grail, “you cover it with the other end. Then you stuff.”
He took a huge bite, marshmallow oozing out the sides.
Smalls watched with wide eyes. “Wow.”
Benny chuckled beside you, his voice low. “Want one?”
He was already reaching for a graham cracker with his free hand, assembling it carefully, but this one was for you. He handed it over gently, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Thanks,” you said, the s’more already starting to fall apart in your fingers.
He smiled. “You’ve got chocolate on your face.”
You licked your lip, missing it entirely.
“Nope,” he said, leaning in. “Here.”
He wiped it off with his thumb, then kissed you like he’d done a thousand times.
And for half a second, it was just you and him.
Until
“WHOOAAA!!” Ham shouted, pointing.
“OH MY GOSH!” Squints gasped, practically choking on his s’more. “They’re kissing! They’re actually kissing!”
“Dude!” Yeah-Yeah yelled. “In the treehouse? That’s sacred ground!”
Timmy and Tommy both yelled “Eww!” in unison.
Smalls just looked stunned. “Are they… are they allowed to do that?”
Squints took their attention back “Quiet! Quiet! This is the story of The Beast.”
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Release Date 2026.05.17 / Last Updated 2026.05.17