Dribble Drabble

Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The characters and concepts of Hardcastle & McCormick do not belong to me, but to their creators.
A/N: Just a bit of silliness.
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DRIBBLE, DRABBLE


by Cheri deFonteny


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�That�s two,� McCormick grinned. �Or, actually, ninety-eight. To ninety-four. You�re runnin� outta time.�

�That was a foul,� Hardcastle declared, grabbing the ball.

�But- - -�

�A foul.� Case closed.

Mark watched the judge set up.

Swish.

And again. Swish.

Shaking his head, the ex-con took the ball out. Suddenly, he found himself on the ground, watching as Hardcastle scored another basket.

�Now who�s outta time?� the older man gloated.

�Now that was a foul,� McCormick protested hotly, climbing to his feet.

�Nope.�

�Judge- - -�

Hardcastle lined up to block McCormick�s approach. �Play ball.�

McCormick glared at Hardcastle a moment, then grinned. �Tie game.�




***THE END***





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