Timmy charged across the bright cartoon arena. He searched for a strong opponent beneath the waving flags.
Then Timmy spotted the wimpy boy near the far wall. Timmy pointed with a grin. “You!”
BZZZT! The arena buzzer blared. Timmy stomped closer while the boy’s tiny shoes squeaked.
Timmy laughed and swung a punch. The boy stood very still.
The fist zoomed forward—but the boy caught it with one hand. The crowd shouted, “GASP!”
Timmy’s grin disappeared. The boy’s fingers clamped down, and Timmy’s arm stretched straight.
The boy spun Timmy around like a jump rope. WHOOSH!
Timmy flew past the colorful flags. He landed in a soft heap beside the squeaky arena cone.
Timmy sat up and dusted off his gloves. The cone squeaked beside him.
The boy lifted the cone with one finger. Timmy lowered his fists. “Want to try again?”