AN: Welcome to my newest foray into the realm of the Ducks! This is going to be a short, fun story that I hope to complete within a week or so. It's actually helping to set the scene for the story I want to work on after this. Oh, trust me, you will love it. But, first, I have to introduce another headache for Wildwing and show you a little bit more of the world that professional hockey players experience! I assure you, there will be more after this initial chapter ;) Enjoy!

"No."

Wildwing couldn't tear his eyes away from the monstrosity before him. He regarded the Frankenstein creation with a mixture of disgust, repulsion, and shock.

"I'll let Dragaunus take over Anaheim before I let that thing out onto the ice."

The six foot tall, grotesquely misshapen duck cheerfully bobbing from side to side and waving at him was an abomination that never should have seen the darkest midnight, much less the inside of his locker room. Its swollen head bore a mockery of The Mask of Drake DuCaine and a ridiculous tuft of feathery plumage rose above it in a teased imitation of Grin's topknot. What looked like a lighter-weight version of a hockey uniform cloaked its supposedly avian body. Yes, that was indeed a tail sticking out the back of the white pants. Its bright orange, very plasticine feet were protected by fake shin pads; it was hard to tell how, but ice skate blades protruded from the bottoms of the feet- no boot or straps required. While the physical grotesqueness of the creature was horrible enough to make any Puckworlder gape in horror, it was the jersey that had Wildwing's absolute and utter revulsion. That exact replica of their own home jerseys bore the number 93 on the back, just below the name Wild Wing.

"Uh..." Even Nosedive was speechless at the spectacle presented to the team.

"Come on, guys," Phil pleaded. "Every team has a mascot!"

The costumed duck put one hand on a hip and pointed to Phil while nodding emphatically.

"Is that the costume you tried to make Guy Herbert wear?" Mallory demanded.

"Maybe," Phil glanced towards the ceiling and tried to look innocent. Realizing the act wouldn't work, he came clean. "We already had it and it was a shame to let it go to waste! I just had my grandma spruce it up a little bit and now we've got our very own team mascot."

"C'hyeah!" Nosedive laughed. "Wildwing!" He couldn't help it; this was a new level of strange, even for Phil.

The leader sighed and aimed his disapproving glare at the human. Oh, how he wanted to loose control and yell and rage at Phil for this. Unfortunately, desires and reality can't always coexist and he had to maintain his composure in the face of this utter humiliation.

"Phil, I am not a mascot. No."

"What?" Was that actual surprise on his face? "He's not you! This is Wild Wing, number ninety-three. It's not spelled the same and he's got his own number."

"Eh, I don't think that's a big enough difference," Duke interjected. "They still sound the same."

"We never needed one before." Grin's wisdom could always be counted on in a tough spot.

"You guys do to need one!" Phil emphatically jabbed an index finger into Grin's solar plexus. "You need something to keep the fans entertained when you guys go running off between periods to fight crime. This mascot and the ice girls will do just that. They might even be able to buy you some extra time to get back from whatever trouble you six always get in."

"Ice girls?" Wildwing rubbed his temples. He'd never suffered from headaches back on Puckworld. Now, he had a migraine named Phil to deal with at least once a week.

"Oh, great," Tanya groaned. "Like we need a bunch of fashion obsessed, airheads out there to make things more interesting."

"I dunno." The half-smile on Duke's beak could be taken one of many ways, none of them very innocent. "Might not be a bad thing to have some nice lookin' girls out there to distract the crowd."

Mallory's quickly delivered smack upside Duke's head was shrugged off with an eyebrow wiggle and cheesy smile. She growled and rolled her eyes in disgust.

"No." Wildwing shook his head back and forth, eyes closed. "No way. We are not having a mascot and we are not hiring ice girls."

"He has a point, big bro. We do cut it close sometimes."

"Well, maybe it isn't such a, you know, bad idea."

He really didn't feel like dealing with this. He shouldn't have to deal with this; Phil should possess enough common sense in that small skull of his to know when Wildwing would shoot down an idea right away.

"Come on," Phil pleaded, getting down on his knees, clasped hands shaking just above his head as he begged. Within moments, the costumed Wild Wing followed suit, silently adding his own plea.

"Oh, all right." Wildwing relented. "Just, come up with something else for a mascot."

"What?" Phil was shocked. "And throw out all of Nana's hard work!" He rose to his feet with some trouble and continued to plead his case. "My sweet little granny made that costume just for you. She slaved over it for hours, working her arthritic hands to the bone, just to make you happy."

"Uh..." Not Nana! Why, oh why, did Phil have to bring his grandmother into this? "Can we at least change the name?"

"She came up with that because you're her favorite! You wouldn't want to offend her, now. Would you?"

"No. I guess not." The leader's voice was reluctant, not fully agreeing with the name.

"Remember when she made dinner for all of you when you first got here? She cooked for all of you for a week straight! You owe her!"

"He's got you there, Wing." Duke was entirely too amused by the whole situation. Either that or he was eager to be introduced to the ice girls.

The goalie's shoulders slumped in defeat. He'd never live down this humiliation. They now had a mascot, and it had his mask and name.

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As the fully suited up Mighty Ducks approached the ice, they noticed they were not alone. Sixteen beautiful women wearing jean short shorts and baggy, white jerseys were lined up next to the gate.

"Guys," Phil proudly stepped out onto the ice and put his arm around a blond. "I'd like you to meet The Power Players, your new ice girls."

"Hi!" One brunette over-enthusiastically waved. Her curly hair bobbed up and down with the motion.

"I'm Jasmine," the extremely busty blond Phil had his arm around introduced herself. "It's such a pleasure to meet you!"

"Brittnei!" A redhead waved.

"Tiffany." The woman with dark, black hair spoke her own name alluringly.

"A pleasure," Wildwing nodded politely as he skated past the beautiful women. "I'm sure we can all get to know each other later. But, right now, we have practice."

"Don't mind him," Duke suavely took one of the girls hands in his own and bowed his head in greeting.

"Yeah, he's just sore about the whole mascot thing," Nosedive chimed in.

"Oh, brother," Mallory rolled her eyes. "Come on, Tanya. Let's go save them from themselves. Again."

Tanya shook her head in slight exasperation at the two males before she and Mallory both skated up behind them and pushed them past what was supposed to be a distraction for their fans and not themselves.

"Don't you two remember anything about Lucretia DeCoy?" Tanya admonished.

"What?" Nosedive looked over his shoulder at the blond tech who had still not released him from her surprisingly strong grip. "Doesn't hurt to be nice!"

"They're not even ducks!" Mallory nearly shrieked.

Duke broke from her grip and turned around, skating backwards and matching Mallory's pace.

"True," he chuckled a little bit. "But, I haven't met a woman yet who doesn't like being told how good she looks." That one eye glinted with mischief and narrowed a little as he leaned forward slightly. "Say, Mallory, have I told you how beautiful you are when you're angry?"

"Ooh, kay!" Phil clapped his hands and drew the attention of his Power Players away from the attempted homicide playing out before them. "How about you lovely ladies take a seat here on the player bench and we'll watch practice. When they're done, you girls can have the ice and then we'll discuss the game's opening tomorrow night."