Alfie had to think fast. He didn't know what to do. She'd seen him do his thing. There was no turning back now, was there? But he still had a rather large predicament on his hands (or hand). Literally. It was the size of well... some bleachers. "HEY!" he called out to her, hoping she would come over and maybe, you know, do something. He could hold this forever if he had to, but he figured his mother would start to worry if he didn't come home that night.
"Think you could give me a hand? There's some kittens under here." Alfie sighed. There went his super macho man nature. Helping kittens. What the hell was he anyway? A fireman? Pulling kittens out of trees, feeding them, keeping huge bleachers from turning them into sushi? This was ridiculous.