Chapter 18 – Dreaming of You (Part 3)
Bridgette's Dream
The blazing sun reflected off the crystal-clear waters of a paradise beach in Hawaii.
Bridgette appeared on the sand with her board under her arm, her swimsuit perfectly fitted for the competition.
The sound of waves breaking against the shore filled the air, and the salty breeze gently stirred her hair.
"This is the perfect day," Bridgette whispered, staring out at the endless horizon.
But just as she was preparing to enter the water, she heard footsteps on the sand behind her.
The steps were light, confident, accompanied by the sound of a shell necklace clinking softly.
"Ready for the big competition, Bridgette?"
The voice was unmistakable—Cody.
Bridgette turned around and found him standing with a wide smile, his surfboard resting on his shoulder.
He was wearing a dark swimsuit, his skin tanned by the sun, and a surfer necklace hung around his neck, giving him a relaxed but confident air.
"You look ready to win. But tell me, are you really ready to beat me?" Cody said, with his playful tone and classic exaggerated confidence.
Bridgette laughed in amusement, adjusting her grip on the board.
"Cody, if you think you can beat me, then you clearly haven't seen what I can do in the water," Bridgette said.
Cody raised an eyebrow in defiance, letting his board gently hit the sand as he settled in.
"Ah, then this will be interesting," Cody said, with a mischievous smile.
Bridgette looked out at the waves, feeling the rhythm of the ocean calling her to the competition.
"I'm going to win," Bridgette said, with absolute certainty.
Cody leaned slightly toward her, his smile full of confidence.
"Then I hope you have the best show of your life."
The waves glittered in the sun, waiting for the competitors.
The competition was about to begin.
Bridgette adjusted her board under her arm, her feet sinking gently into the sand as she walked toward the meeting point.
Beside him, Cody ambled along, his surfer necklace clinking with every step, his board resting on his shoulder as if he were already ready for glory.
"I hope you're not nervous," Cody said, with a mischievous smile.
Bridgette turned her head slowly, raising an eyebrow.
"Nervous? Cody, don't forget who you're talking to," Bridgette said.
Cody nodded, keeping his confident smile, but not missing the opportunity to tease her a little more.
"Oh, sure, sure. But, come on... we all feel a little pressure before the big competition," Cody said.
Bridgette exhaled in amusement, not paying attention to his comment.
"Not me. But if you want to admit that your legs are shaking, go ahead," Bridgette said.
Cody let out a laugh and shook his head.
"Me? Please. With you by my side and my board, nothing can beat me," Cody said, with a delighted smile.
Bridgette looked away for a second, feeling a slight heat on her face, but quickly regained her relaxed demeanor.
"You're impossible," Bridgette said, laughing slightly.
Cody shrugged.
"I just want you to enjoy this competition with the best possible show," Cody said.
Bridgette shook her head, not hiding her smile.
When they arrived at the meeting point, Chris was already standing on a wooden platform, holding a microphone and a box covered in gold fabric at his side.
"Welcome to the BIGGEST SURF EVENT EVER!" Chris shouted, spreading his arms dramatically.
The crowd erupted in cheers of excitement, as competitors raised their boards in preparation.
Chris pulled back the gold fabric, revealing the competition trophy: a huge statue of a silver wave with the winner's name engraved on its base.
"This trophy represents glory, skill, absolute mastery of the waves," Chris said, his voice solemn.
"Only one of you will have the honor of lifting it at the end of the day," said Chris.
Cody nodded slowly, leaning towards Bridgette.
"Wow, this almost feels like an epic battle," Cody whispered, amused.
Bridgette let out a small laugh.
"To me, it's just a nice day at the beach," Bridgette said.
Chris continued with his speech.
"But it won't be easy, competitors. Today you'll face the worst possible conditions: cold waves, hurricane-force winds, rocky areas hidden underwater," said Chris.
The surfers looked at each other, feeling the tension rise.
Bridgette stretched out her arms calmly, clearly unconcerned by the challenges.
Cody gave him a playful nudge.
"Are you sure you don't have even the slightest bit of concern?" Cody said.
Bridgette looked at him sideways.
"And you?" said Bridgette
Cody smiled confidently.
"I won't look bad in front of a pretty girl," Cody said.
Bridgette blinked for a second, feeling a slight warmth on her face before laughing.
"How convenient," said Bridgette.
Chris picked up the microphone again.
"IT'S TIME TO SURF!" said Chris
The competitors shouted excitedly, preparing to run into the water.
Cody took a strong step forward... but his foot caught on an uneven patch of sand, causing him to stumble.
"Ahh, wait—!" Cody said.
Bridgette burst out laughing, watching Cody try to regain his balance without success.
"Did the legend of the waves just fall before entering the water?" Bridgette said, mockingly smiling.
Cody shook the sand off his hands, pretending to be completely calm.
"Part of my strategy. First I fall, then I impress," Cody said.
Bridgette shook her head, still smiling.
The competitors raced toward the ocean, the waves waiting loudly for their arrival.
The competition had just begun.
The waves rose with force, each one more imposing than the last.
Bridgette leaned over her board, feeling the breeze against her face as she sliced through the water with absolute precision.
"This is what I've always loved," Bridgette thought, letting the emotion wash over her.
Peace. Freedom. The waves. And... someone special to keep her company.
Every movement flowed naturally, as if the ocean was designed to receive her.
Bridgette looked ahead, focused on the competition, but she couldn't help but look away for a second...
Cody was on the waves, but not just surfing: he was doing tricks to impress.
He twirled around on his board, jumping between the crests, throwing exaggerated waves to the audience on the shore.
"Hey, don't forget my name!" Cody shouted, grinning as he performed an unnecessarily flashy maneuver.
Bridgette shook her head, but couldn't help but smile.
"Always seeking attention," Bridgette thought, although part of her found it funny.
The waves continued to advance, and the group went through different phases of the competition.
Phase 1 – Simple waves
At the start, everything was calm. The waves were stable enough for competitors to safely rack up points.
Bridgette moved gracefully, surfing effortlessly, maintaining her advantage with every turn of the water.
Cody continued with his show, but also maintained control over his board, impressing more than expected.
"Maybe he's not just a clown..." Bridgette thought, seeing that he really did have talent.
Tanque Evans surfed with brutality, pushing the water hard, without worrying about aesthetics, only speed.
The calm phase soon faded.
Phase 2 – Big waves
The wind changed direction, and the waves increased in size alarmingly.
Competitors began to lose their stability, some falling into the water after trying to recover.
Bridgette stood her ground, adjusting her movements with precision.
Cody had to stop doing tricks to focus, but he still made funny comments every time he managed to avoid a difficult wave.
"Woah! I almost lost my board, but as you can see... here I am!" Cody shouted, passing by Bridgette.
Bridgette let out a small laugh before focusing on the next giant wave.
"Focus, Cody," Bridgette thought, though deep down she enjoyed his carefree attitude.
Phase 3 – Hurricane-force winds
The gusts became wild, hitting the competitors with unexpected force.
Bridgette had to lean further over her board, avoiding being pushed off the path.
Cody almost lost his balance, but managed to stay on his feet with an acrobatic maneuver.
"This is the most extreme thing I've ever done!" Cody shouted, as the wind nearly blew him into the water.
Tanque seemed unaffected, surfing with pure brutality, as if the wind didn't exist.
Bridgette looked around and noticed that several competitors had already fallen.
The competition was reduced to three.
Her. Cody. And Tank Evans.
Phase 4 – The Hidden Rocks
The waves began to reveal the most dangerous part of the course: rocky areas that could destroy a board in seconds.
The three of them moved forward cautiously, each looking for the right path without losing speed.
Tank pressed his advance, getting too close to Bridgette with an obvious intention of overtaking her.
Bridgette frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Tank made an unexpected move, trying to push her out of the way.
The water shuddered as his board collided with Bridgette's.
Bridgette could only hear a shout behind her:
"Not my girl!" said Cody
Bridgette looked up at the last second...
Cody launched herself at Tank with force, colliding with him before he could knock her down.
Tank lost his balance, Cody also fell with him, the boards breaking from the impact.
Bridgette was free, with no obstacles in front of her.
"Let's go!" thought Bridgette, picking up speed.
The waves pushed her towards the end zone, the goal approaching rapidly.
Bridgette bowed one last time, adjusting her balance for the perfect close.
The water roared, but she stood her ground, riding the final wave without fail.
The cameras focused on her progress, and Chris raised his microphone the instant she crossed the finish line.
"WE HAVE A WINNER!" Chris shouted, with explosive energy.
Bridgette touched the sand with her board, feeling the weight of victory with every step.
The crowd roared, her name echoed across the beach, and Chris approached with the trophy in hand, ready to crown her champion.
"Bridgette, the new queen of the waves!" Chris announced, handing the trophy over with a grand gesture.
Bridgette took the trophy in both hands, raising it above her head with absolute confidence.
The sun shone down on her, her skin bathed in the golden afternoon light, making the metal of the trophy glow like fire in the air.
The shouts grew even louder, some competitors applauded respectfully, and cameras captured the historic moment.
But just as she was completely lost in euphoria, she heard a chaotic sound behind her.
"What...?" Bridgette thought, turning her head.
Cody emerged from the water, swimming with effort, dragging Tank Evans on his back as if he were an extra load.
"Here I go, here I go!" Cody yelled, trying to keep his balance as Tank's weight momentarily pulled him down.
Bridgette frowned slightly, watching the scene in disbelief.
"What the hell is he doing now?" Bridgette thought, although deep down she wasn't really surprised.
Cody reached the sand and dropped Tank with a slam, exhaling tiredly.
Without wasting any time, he raised his foot and kicked him hard in the stomach, causing Tank to cough loudly and spit out the water in his lungs.
The audience paused, observing the situation with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"Oh, good, he's still breathing," Cody said, leaning over slightly to see if Tank was conscious.
Tank rolled his eyes in exhaustion, without the strength to fight anymore.
Bridgette shook her head, laughing softly.
"Always so touchy?" Bridgette said, with a playful smile.
Cody straightened, shaking the water out of his hair, still maintaining his carefree expression.
"Always effective," Cody said, with a proud smile.
Bridgette turned the trophy triumphantly between her fingers, approaching Cody with a challenging look.
"You know the best part?" Bridgette said, showing off the trophy's shine in the sunlight.
Cody crossed his arms, waiting for her answer with an amused expression.
"Let me guess... you beat them all with ease?" Cody said, grinning.
Bridgette smiled with satisfaction.
"Exactly." said Bridgette.
Cody laughed, but before she could add another comment, he stepped forward, leaning in suddenly and stealing a quick kiss.
The audience gasped for a second, some exploded into cheers, others just stared at the scene in surprise.
Bridgette blinked, feeling the heat on her face rise instantly.
"Oh. Wow." Bridgette thought, processing what had just happened.
Cody grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with utter amusement.
"I already have my trophy," Cody said, winking at her before walking away with a completely satisfied expression.
Bridgette touched her lips for a second, then squeezed her eyes shut in frustration and shook her head, though her smile didn't disappear.
"You're incredibly impossible," Bridgette said, her tone somewhere between disbelief and amusement.
The audience continued to cheer, the breeze caressed her skin, and the scene slowly faded, marking the end of the dream.
Cody's Dream
The sun filtered through the window, illuminating Cody's room with a golden glow.
The curtains moved gently in the breeze, letting in the fresh scent of the morning.
Cody woke up slowly, letting out a contented sigh before stretching with exaggerated vigor, feeling his toned body respond to the movement.
"Ahhh... another day, another glorious moment to do what really matters." Cody thought, still relaxed in his bed.
Unhurriedly, he turned around, grabbing his backpack that was resting next to his desk.
He pulled out a comfortable T-shirt, some light pants, and his classic sunglasses, ready to start the day in style.
Before leaving, he took one last look at his reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah, I definitely still look amazing," Cody thought, smirking.
With his backpack over his shoulder, he left his house with a carefree air, the sun bathing him in light as he breathed deeply.
The streets were full of life, the air filled with the tempting aroma of freshly prepared food.
Cody walked energetically, bobbing his head to the beat of a song only he could hear in his mind.
"Churros, tacos, good food! Nothing stops me when there's flavor in life!" sang Cody, making up a song about his love of food.
Every step brought him closer to his destination, but his real priority at that moment was admiring every food stand he saw along the way.
"I could stop here... but no, I have to keep going. Those tamales look amazing, though," Cody thought, debating internally whether he should take a break.
People passing by watched him with amusement, some even laughing softly at his improvised singing.
"A good day is a day with food! No stress, just flavor and joy!" Cody sang, not caring who heard him.
Finally, he came to a huge building with gold letters above the entrance.
Olympic GYM.
Cody stopped in front of the entrance, looking around with curiosity and excitement.
"Well, here we go," Cody thought, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder before walking through the door.
Cody stopped in front of the door of the Olympic Gym, feeling the excitement run through his body.
With a swift, precise movement, he pulled out a unique, emblematic white mask and placed it on his face with all the ceremony the occasion deserved.
"The Flea has arrived," Cody thought, adjusting his mask before pushing the door with absolute confidence.
The moment he crossed the threshold, loud music began to play.
Cody raised his arms, moving with explosive energy, his voice echoing through the gym like a true wrestling show.
"The Flea has arrived! The Flea came to train! Where are the Flea's opponents?"
Those present turned their heads, some surprised, others entertained by his theatrical entrance.
"Today is churro day and the Flea needs to burn off some energy!" Cody shouted, making it clear that his training was going to be a combination of showmanship and passion for food.
Just as Cody settled into the center of the gym, a figure appeared in the crowd.
It was Noah, dressed in his special outfit: the Bean costume.
His steps were slow, his gaze relaxed, as if he had been dragged to the place without much choice.
Cody turned to him with absolute emotion.
"The Flea's faithful companion is always with him!" Cody announced, approaching energetically.
Noah lowered his head slightly, already knowing what was coming.
"Little bean," Noah said, his tone flat. (You've started being annoying again. Just give him a donut.)
Cody patted him on the shoulder, still retaining his explosive energy.
"The Flea will take care of him! Whoever messes with Frijolito will feel the weight of the Flea!"
Noah closed his eyes for a second, exhaling in resignation.
"Little bean," Noah said, just as calmly. (This is my life now. Let's face it.)
The gym seemed accustomed to Cody's antics, and the atmosphere was filled with a strange combination of anticipation and amusement.
The ring was illuminated by huge spotlights, the crowd vibrated with anticipation, and the floor shook under the force of the fighters adjusting their masks.
In one corner, La Pulga (Cody) and Frijolito (Noah) were getting ready, ready to show that they were the unstoppable duo of the Olimpic GYM.
"Today is churros day and the Flea needs action!" shouted the Flea, waving his arms with explosive energy.
Frijolito crossed his arms, clearly less excited.
"Little bean," Noah said (I'm here out of obligation, right?).
In the other corner, Patata Jr (Owen) and Mini Toro (DJ) crossed their arms, watching them with defiant smiles.
The Chef, in his white kitchen uniform, stood in the center of the ring, raising his arms to announce the fight.
"This is the showdown everyone's been waiting for! La Pulga and Frijolito vs. Patata Jr. and Mini Toro!"
The crowd roared with excitement, and in the crowd, Buena Niña (Courtney), Espectro (Gwen), Dinamita (Izzy) and Rubi (Lindsay) cheered loudly from their corner of the ring.
"Come on, Flea! Squash them!" yelled Good Girl, with a competitive air.
"Blow them up!" Dynamite exclaimed, clearly overenthusiastic.
"They look so coordinated!" Ruby added, more focused on the aesthetics of combat than the strategy.
Specter looked at the scene with a slight smile.
"This is going to be interesting," Spectre said, crossing his arms.
The Chef raised a hand, signaling the start of the fight.
"Let the fight begin!" said the Chef.
The bell rang, and in less than a second, Mini Toro (DJ) advanced like an avalanche, his imposing body moving with unexpected speed.
"Come on, Frijolito, attack!" said La Pulga, pointing at his companion with excitement.
Frijolito exhaled, crossing his arms with absolute calm.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (This is a tactical error and you know it).
Potato Jr (Owen) stood next to Mini Toro, pounding his fists together in defiance.
"Get ready, this will be fast!" said Potato Jr., smiling confidently.
Mini Toro jumped brutally at La Pulga, but he rolled nimbly to one side, leaving Mini Toro to fall face first onto the canvas.
"Woah, you almost turned me into wrestling sauce!" said The Flea, shaking his mask dramatically.
Mini Toro stood up again, his gaze determined.
"You won't escape again," said Mini Bull, tilting his body for another attack.
"Little Bean, hit him first. I need to adjust my mask," said The Flea, turning his head slightly.
Frijolito shook his head, clearly resigned.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (I hate you so much).
With an unexpected movement, Frijolito launched a precise blow to Mini Toro's face, making him take a step back.
"That's the attitude!" said La Pulga, high-fiving Frijolito before turning to Patata Jr.
Patata Jr. took advantage of the distraction and lifted La Pulga off the ground, holding him in a grip of incredible power.
"Time to squash you!" said Potato Jr., twisting his body to throw The Flea to the ground.
La Pulga reacted quickly, wrapping his legs around Patata Jr.'s neck before touching the canvas, changing the direction of the impact.
"That was for the comment about squashing me, and also because you said this would be quick!" said The Flea, rolling to the side to get up.
The crowd cheered with excitement, while Buena Niña, Espectro, Dinamita and Rubi continued to cheer from their corners.
"Show them who's boss!" said Good Girl, her fist raised.
"Make it fly!" said Dynamite, clearly overly excited.
"You two go together so well!" said Ruby, admiring La Pulga and Frijolito's dramatic poses.
"This is getting interesting," Spectre said, crossing his arms.
Mini Bull turned toward Frijolito, attempting a charge, but Frijolito simply stepped effortlessly to the side.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (Are you serious?).
Mini Toro turned sharply, but La Pulga intercepted him with a strong knee to the abdomen.
"That's for trying to squash me, for the churros, and because you're too big to move that fast!" said La Pulga, with a tone of absolute conviction.
Patata Jr. got up and launched himself at La Pulga, but Frijolito reacted quickly, connecting a hook to his jaw.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (I hope this ends soon).
Potato Jr. staggered, while Mini Toro tried to recover.
The Flea looked at Frijolito with a determined air.
"Little Bean, now we're done with them, let's go with the special attack!" said The Flea, pointing at the ground dramatically.
Frijolito exhaled, clearly feeling like he was being dragged into an absurd spectacle.
"Little Bean." said Little Bean (You don't have any special attacks, you just say random things and hope they work).
Mini Toro ran towards La Pulga, but he spun around and jumped with precision, landing a blow in Mini Toro's chest, making him retreat.
Frijolito grabbed Patata Jr. by the arm and pulled him hard, spinning him around before slamming him to the ground in a clean maneuver.
The Chef ran to the center of the ring, raising his hand.
"Winners of the first round: La Pulga and Frijolito!" said the Chef enthusiastically.
The crowd erupted in applause, while the girls screamed wildly in the corner of the ring.
La Pulga and Frijolito celebrated their first victory while the crowd continued to cheer, but the next confrontation was not long in coming.
Chef moved to the center of the ring again, raising his microphone.
"The next round begins now! Prepare to face the new challengers," said Chef enthusiastically.
The lights brightened, and in the other corner of the ring, three new fighters prepared themselves.
The Aces of Chaos.
Each one crossed their arms, confidently observing La Pulga and Frijolito.
The Flea looked at Frijolito with a defiant air.
"Little Bean, tell me, what do you see in his eyes?" said The Flea, tilting his head.
Frijolito exhaled, clearly not wanting to participate in the drama.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (I just see this going to last longer than I expected).
The rivals launched themselves into combat, attacking with impressive synchronization.
One of the Aces moved quickly towards The Flea, raising his leg for a direct hit.
But La Pulga intercepted him with a nimble turn and threw a powerful punch.
"That's for trying to hit me, for the churros, and because I don't like your hairstyle!" said La Pulga, with absolute conviction.
Frijolito moved slowly towards another rival, with a relaxed attitude.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (This guy is too excited, and I'm too tired to argue.)
Wasting no time, one of the Aces tried to catch him, but Frijolito simply stepped to the side, causing his opponent to fall face first onto the canvas.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (I didn't even try it and it worked).
The Flea looked at the scene and quickly approached Frijolito, with a serious expression.
"Little Bean! You can't beat someone without effort, you need the audience to get excited!" said The Flea, waving his hands dramatically.
Frijolito looked at La Pulga with absolute calm.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (I'm just here to survive).
Without wasting time, another of the Aces ran towards La Pulga, but he quickly jumped and connected with a strong blow to his back.
"That's because of your attack, your attitude, and because you looked at me dirty!" said The Flea, with complete certainty.
The crowd continued to scream, while Buena Niña, Espectro, Dinamita and Rubi cheered loudly from the corner.
"Come on, Flea, squash them in style!" said Good Girl energetically.
"Blow it up!" Dynamite shouted, clearly overenthusiastic.
"Look how well this all goes together!" Ruby said, excited by the combat aesthetic.
"This just keeps getting better," Specter commented, with a slight smile.
The Chaos Aces tried to reorganize, but La Pulga and Frijolito were already in control.
Frijolito calmly raised an arm.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (Let's get this over with quickly).
The Flea turned dramatically to the audience.
"It's time for the Flea's secret technique!" said the Flea, with absolute exaggeration.
Frijolito looked at La Pulga with a blank expression.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean. (You don't have any secret techniques. You just say random things and hope they work.)
But before the Chaos Aces could react, The Flea leaped into the air, spinning around and connecting a double blow on two opponents at the same time.
Frijolito took a small step forward and, with a slight push, made the third rival fall on his back.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (I didn't even try).
The Chef quickly moved to the center of the ring.
"Winners of the second round: La Pulga and Frijolito!" the Chef announced energetically.
The audience erupted in applause, while Buena Niña, Espectro, Dinamita, and Rubi celebrated enthusiastically.
The crowd remained excited, shouting with excitement after the victories of La Pulga (Cody) and Frijolito (Noah).
The lights flickered, announcing the final confrontation.
Chef moved to the center of the ring, his voice echoing throughout the gym.
"The final battle of the tournament! Flea and Bean vs. Maleficent (Duncan)!" said Chef, with explosive energy.
The audience screamed intensely, and from the corner, Buena Niña (Courtney), Espectro (Gwen), Dinamita (Izzy) and Rubi (Lindsay) cheered enthusiastically.
"Come on, Flea, finish this!" shouted Good Girl, her fist raised.
"Blow it up!" said Dynamite, jumping with excitement.
"Aesthetically, everything is perfect!" said Ruby, still focused on the colors of the fight.
"This is going to be brutal," Spectre said, crossing his arms in interest.
Maleficent approached the center of the ring, with a confident smile and a dominant stance.
"This game ends here," said Maleficent, looking at the Flea defiantly.
The Flea leaned slightly towards him, his expression playful.
"Game? No, no, no, Maleficent... This is a churro festival!" said The Flea, waving his arms theatrically.
Frijolito looked at the scene, clearly with reduced energy.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (How much longer do I have to be here?).
Maleficent smiled slightly and launched into the attack.
The battle started strongly, with The Flea dodging Maleficent's first attacks with agile movements.
Little Bean tried to move, but before he could react, Maleficent spun around and landed a direct blow to his face.
Little Bean staggered... and fell to the ground, completely knocked out.
The gym fell silent for a second.
The Flea blinked, processing what had just happened.
Then, without warning, his head snapped back and a piercing scream echoed throughout the ring.
"LITTLE BEAN!!!!" yelled the flea
Good Girl, Specter, Dynamite and Ruby covered their ears, surprised by the intensity of the scream.
"Woah, that was a battle cry!" Dynamite said, excited.
"Well, now it's gotten serious," said Specter, watching with interest.
The Flea turned sharply towards Maleficent, his expression completely changed.
"You! You took Frijolito away from me! And you also tried to ruin my churros day!" said La Pulga, with absolute fury.
Maleficent took a step back, but The Flea didn't give him time to react.
The Flea ran at full speed towards him, jumped in the air and caught him in a powerful hold.
"Flea Pedigree!" said Flea, spinning around.
BOOM.
Maleficent hit the canvas with a brutal blow, with no chance of recovery.
The bell rang, announcing the end of the fight.
The Chef ran to the center of the ring.
"Tournament winner: The Flea!" shouted Chef, raising The Flea's arm in victory.
The audience erupted in cheers, as the girls celebrated with excitement.
The Flea turned to Frijolito, still on the ground.
"Little Bean," said The Flea, solemnly.
Frijolito gave a weak thumbs up.
"Little Bean," said Little Bean (I'm here. Let me rest).
The dream slowly faded, leaving the image of La Pulga victorious, Frijolito on the floor, and the Olimpic GYM vibrating with pure energy.