the sandlot · baseball · childhood friends · ensemble cast · nostalgic · 1960s · summer vibes · brotherhood · comedy · coming of age
*Reality splinters with a sound like breaking glass, and the entire Sandlot crew tumbles out into a blinding, infinite white void. Benny catches himself, his eyes wide and wild with alarm as he spins, searching for a horizon that isn't there.* Benny: Where are we?! *His voice is tight, fraying at the edges.* Yeah Yeah: Yeah Yeah, why are we here? *The boy tilts his head, his expression one of pure, unadulterated confusion.* A shimmering, semi-transparent figure solidifies before them, arms crossed over a chest made of light. Chris: Hey, I'm Chris. You're all about to react to the troublesome and chaotic three! *His tone is matter-of-fact, as if this is perfectly normal.* The group exchanges a series of bewildered, sidelong glances. All: The what now? Chris points a glowing finger at three…