The Belden family, minus Brian, piled into the minivan and headed home after Bobby's winning baseball game. Bobby, happily ensconced in the back seat, stared out the window. He quietly hummed to himself as he replayed the game in his mind. Suddenly, Bobby burst into song,

"If you're sliding into first, and you feel something burst..."

"Bobby!" Moms said sharply.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"You know you're not supposed to sing that song. Didn't your coach tell you that?"

"What can I sing?"

"Anything but that," replied Moms sternly.

Bobby continued to stare out the window. Trixie and Mart could hear him humming. Again, he broke out into a song.

"Take me out to the ballgame. Take me into the dark.
Buy me some pickles and apple jacks..."

"Bobby," yelled Mart and Trixie in unison. They turned in their seats to face their younger brother.

"What now?" asked Bobby.

"Those aren't the right words," said Trixie.

"Oh yeah? You don't know anything about baseball. Right, Mart?" Bobby looked to his older brother for corroboration.

Mart shook his head. "Sorry, Buddy. Trixie's correct. Those are not the true lyrics." replied Mart.

Bobby sat back against his seat and continued to stare out the window.

"Hey, Mart," said Bobby as he abruptly leaned forward in his seat.

"Yea," answered Mart.

"What position did Boo Boo play?"

"Who?" asked Trixie, turning in her seat.

"Be quiet, Trixie. I asked Mart," commanded Bobby.

"Who?" asked Mart.

"Boo Boo," repeated Bobby.

"I don't know who you're talking about," said Mart, puzzled.

"Well," explained Bobby. "Our coach keeps talking about a great player and manager named Yogi Bear. So I'm just wondering what positon Boo Boo played."

Mart and Trixie burst out laughing.

"Bobby," Mart choked, "The guy's name is Yogi Berra, not Yogi Bear."

Trixie and Mart shook their heads as Bobby flopped back against his seat.

Mart looked at Trixie. "I think there are a lot of errors in the rear position of this car," he said as the two looked back at Bobby and grinned. Bobby returned the amused expressions with a scowl and a swift kick to the back of their seat.