Disclaimer: As we all know, Disney is the one who owns the Mighty Ducks. All of us fanfiction writers are only borrowing the characters; we're not trying to steal them. Besides, Disney has got these great characters, so why don't they DO anything with them. We writers are the only ones keeping the ducks alive and fresh. We're the ones who send them out on new adventures and stuff. Personally, I would LOVE to see some of the fanfiction stories make it to the tv screen. They would make great episodes! But sadly, the Mighty Ducks are doomed to live in reruns, set in the middle of the night, for who knows how long. But who knows, maybe one day, the ducks will reammerge, like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and make it back to regular tv programming. We can only hope. Well, for now, all we can do is continue to write stories involving everyone's favorite mallards, watch the show, for those of you who have Toon Disney (Sorry, I'm not one of them, boo-hoo:( ), and pray that someday, they'll come back. Anyway, I feel like I've written too much already, so as they say on tv, "On with the show!"
Author's Note: This is my second MD fanfiction. I got some nice comments on my first one, "How Could I?", so I decided to try my hand, er pen, computer, whatever, with a second one. I hope you guys will like it. It's a work in progress, but I'll try to keep posting new chapters as I go. I already have the story in my head, I just got to get it down on paper. Be cool and GOD bless! :)
"Ice Adventure"
By Madvy
It was yet another beautiful day on the planet known as Puckworld, even though there was snow and ice everywhere. Of course, to the ducks that inhabited the planet, this was typical year-round weather. They were used to it. At first glance, this seemed like any other day, but for three ducks in particular, today would be a day they soon wouldn't be forgetting.
Twelve-year-old Wildwing, along with his best friend, Canard, and seven- year-old brother, Nosedive, were happily skating around on the ice rink in the local park. The three had just started a little bit of hockey practice. Wildwing was in the goal, while Canard was shooting pucks at him. Nosedive was standing behind them, watching and longing to join in on their fun. But he wasn't sure if they would let him.
'Wing would let me play, but I don't know if Canard will,' he thought. 'Couldn't hurt to just ask, right?'
"Canard, can I try?" Dive asked, coming up behind the older mallard.
"No way, squirt! I'm on a roll!" shouted Canard, as he continued to send puck after puck towards the goal.
"Come on, Canard, let Dive try," said Wildwing. He stopped blocking pucks and pulled off his goalie mask, "I mean, the only way he's gonna' to get better, is if he practices, right?"
"Oh all right, fine," moaned Canard, "But he only gets to hit one puck. Ya hear that kid? So you better make it good." He shoved his hockey stick into Nosedive's hands.
"Ok, thanks," said a grateful Nosedive. He skated over and picked the only remaining puck. He then set it down on the ice in front of the goal and carefully took aim.
"Come on lil' bro', just try and get one past me!" Wing called. He quickly pulled his mask back on and took up a blocking position.
"Yeah, let's see if the shrimp can make his first goal!" taunted Canard.
"I've made a goal before!" shot back Dive.
"Oh yeah, prove it then," answered Canard.
Nosedive growled. "I'll show you!" he yelled. He lifted the hockey stick and brought it down on the puck as hard as he could. Unfortunately, he was concentrating more on actually hitting the puck rather than on his aim. The puck whizzed through the air, hit one of the net poles, shot off to the side, and disappeared down a nearby hole.
"Oh great, Dive lost the puck!" complained Canard.
"It's not that bad Canard," said Wing, as he came over.
"Are you kidding me?! We've lost six pucks already! That was our last one! And I know my mom will have a fit if I go asking her for some new ones."
"Ok, so what do you propose we do?"
"I say, we make your brother go and get it."
"Me, why me?" piped in Nosedive, who had been silently listening in to the two older ducks' conversation.
"Cause' you're the one who went and lost the puck in the first place. Therefore, you have to go and find it," said Canard.
"Ah, do I have to Wing?"
Wildwing sighed. "Well, it was our last puck, Dive, and you know we can't ask our folks for anymore. They just gave us a new set last week. I'm sure that hole isn't that deep. I'll bet that the puck is lying right in the mouth of the hole."
"Besides, you're the only one small enough to fit through that hole anyway," added Canard.
Two against one. That wasn't very fair odds. But Nosedive knew that he was fighting a losing battle. No matter how much he didn't want to go down that hole, he had a feeling that he didn't have any choice.
"Oh, all right. If you two say so, I'll go and get it," the youngest duck sighed.