Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks or any characters of the movies; they're Disney's creations, I just borrowed them. So DON'T SUE ME if you've got a problem, I won't give you anything.

A/N: Howdy everybody! This is my 3rd story, so we'll see how it goes. It's kinda good in some parts, kinda not in others, but I feel it's good enough for all my ff.net buddies to read. R/R, if you can. I really would like your input for future ideas. FYI, this story takes quotes from the third movie, to kinda give the reader an idea of what day/time it is. Thought you oughta know that, now on with the show.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"So, today, it gives me great pleasure to award you these full athletic scholarships to the Eden Hall Academy."

"There goes the school," I said dryly.

"Shhh, Lilly! Dean Buckley isn't done," Myranda chided me.

I sighed

"Where we hope the Ducks will be happy Warriors and lead us on to Divisional Championships."

"More applause?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I turned to start going to my dorm.

"Lilly! You're so bad!" Myranda laughed at me as she followed me.

"So? They ruined my brother's JV team. Chris is so upset." I shook my head. "And besides," I continued, "Rickie isn't even paying attention to me anymore. He was supposed to show me around campus yesterday, but he never showed. When I called last night, he said he'd been trying to talk the Dean out of the scholarships for the Ducks. It's their fault Rickie isn't treating me right."

"You're such a brother's girl," Myranda said, laughing. Then, seriously, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she added, "Do you think some jamming might help?"

"Oh, Randa, you're a genius! And then, a plan to get back at my brother." I gave her a pointed look and slid my finger across my throat.

Myranda laughed yet again. "You got it."

We got to our dorm and began jamming. We played everything from Pat Benatar to R.E.M. to Aerosmith (my favorite). When we finished, we got to work on a plan.

I dug around in my desk. "Here it is!" I pulled out an old newspaper clipping. "'Ducks win Gold at Junior Goodwill Games.' Their pictures are along the bottom." I sat down on the floor by Myranda.

"What about him?" she asked, pointing to Guy Germaine.

"No, going out with her," I said pointing to Connie Moreau. "And I don't think they'll be breaking up soon. NEXT!!"

"Okay." Myranda rolled her eyes. "What about Dean?"

I inspected his picture. "Maybe."

"How about Captain Duckie?" Myranda pointed at Charlie Conway.

"Ew, no, look at that hair!" I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Let me see it." I pulled the clipping from Myranda's hand. "No, no, no, definitely not," I said as I marked off Russ Tyler, Fulton Reed, Ken Wu, and Les Averman. "No, he's a Phillies' fan." I marked off Greg Goldberg. "Julie the cat isn't my type." Myranda giggled as I marked her off. "Too much accent. Buh-bye, Dwayne." I raised my eyebrows. "Got him. Adam Banks. He's pretty cute. If he doesn't work, Dean will be back up." I gave her the clipping.

"Okay." She nodded her head in agreement. "Nice choice. I still like Guy, though."

"He's cute, but I don't want Moreau killing me. If they broke up, though…"

There was a knock on my door and in walked my big brother Rick's best friend Scooter. I jumped up, smiling in surprise, and gave my other "big brother" a hug.

"Hey, there, Lil." He ruffled my hair and smiled at Myranda. "Hey, Randa."

"Hey, Scooter." Myranda grinned at him shyly. She was always shy around my brother and his teammates.

"Scooter, where's Rickie?" I asked, looking at the open door behind him in concern.

"Oh, he's spent all day talking to Coach Wilson about the Ducks." Scooter shook his head. Then he looked at us and grinned. "You two keeping out of trouble?"

"Of course, Scooter. I'm offended you would even think we weren't." I put on a look of mock-pain.

"I know, I know. You two are perfect angels." His grin got even wider. "You better get to sleep. Big assembly tomorrow." He rolled his eyes. "Night, Lil. Night, Randa."

"Night, Scooter," we replied in unison.

Scooter left and we quickly changed into our p.j.'s. Then we climbed into bed. Before I turned out the light, I looked at my best friend.

"Tomorrow, we put Operation Dumb Brother into effect."

"Whatever," Myranda said sleepily.

I turned out the light and stared up at the ceiling. As I began to fall asleep, I couldn't help but think how much fun it would be to piss my brother off.

"Oh, Rickie, you'll never know what hit you," I murmured as I fell asleep.

A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Lilly is pretty psychotic in my opinion, but that doesn't really matter. Anywhosies, part of the inspiration for this story comes from Played Out by Minet DelValle. It's a good story, check it out. The other part of the inspiration for this story comes from my love of Adam Banks (in case you couldn't guess that one) and my hate for Rick Riley. There ya go. R/R, please! Suggestions for how it might end are welcome, b/c I have no idea yet. ~Nelli~