A/N: Rubber Duck Races are fun! My family attends annually. The crowning achievment of my youth was picking the winning duckie when I was six :)
I fully recomend googling the races and seeing if there's one in your area. Also, real duck races are boring. Ducks don't do things on command, least of all swim. I remember the guy kept honking this horn at them in a bid to make them swim. I felt really bad for the poor little things.

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"Ow! Stupid duck bit me!" Joe shouted, jumping back from the crate and shoving his finger into his mouth.

"Did you at least get the last ribbon on it?" Kevin asked, glancing up from his clipboard.

"Why yes, my finger is fine. Thank you all so much, my caring brothers," Joe snarked, noticing that Nick was still leaning against bench.

"Joe, did you--"

"Yes! Yes, ok, they're all tagged and ready for the games!"

Nick glanced around the near empty park. "Remind me again why I'm helping you?"

"Because I let you place your bets first?"

"Oh, right."

Kevin's cellphone trilled, alerting him of a text message that he quickly checked. "Ok!" Kevin gave an excited bounce as he grinned at Nick. "All the ducks are marked and the last bet for the unspoken duck has been confirmed," he paused, and took a deep breath before nearly shouting, "I'm so excited!"

"Ow!"

"Stop touching the ducks, Joe," Nick said in a bored tone. Duck nips at your finger when you shove it into the crate then you don't shove your finger into the crate. Nick rolled his eyes and snagged the clipboard from Kevin. "So, duck races... That's new and exciting."

"Right?! I saw it on TV last week and needed to try it!"

"Y'know, I've heard of rubber duck races but not actual duck races."

"Oh, me too. I didn't have enough rubber ducks though and Frankie wouldn't lend me his."

"Are ducks diseased?!" Joe asked suddenly, studying his finger. "I don't want to get some kinda duck virus!"

Nick ignored Joe and pressed towards Kevin, "Why didn't you just buy some rubber ducks then? That had to be cheaper than the real thing."

"Maybe, but would it have been as much fun, Nick?" Kevin asked, finally bringing the crate to the water.

"Kevin has a point, Nick," Joe said, glancing up momentarily from his finger, "Sometimes you have to go all in for the good fun."

"On your marks, get set, go!" Kevin opened the crate and shooed all the ducks out and then waited. And waited some more. "Ok. Why are the ducks not swimming towards the finish line? The waters floating the right way, I checked!" Kevin crouched at the edge of the river and tried splashing the ducks. "Swim little duckies, swim!"

"I really should have seen this coming," Nick muttered.

"Wait," Joe said, finally finished complaining about his duck bites. "What if we yell at them?"

"Joe, that's a terrib--"

"AHHHHahahaha! It worked!" Kevin yelled, his scream having tapered into laughter at the ducks started down the river. He pumped his fist into the air in victory.

Nick noticed that not all the ducks were headed the right way. Number 5 had taken flight and 11 had passively ignored the whole outburst and remained where it was. Nick didn't care either way because neither of the ducks had been ones he'd placed his bets on.

"And they're off!" Kevin added, belatedly.

"So who's at the finish line waiting?"

"Stella, Macy and a few of the others."

"Well, why aren't we there? That's where all the fun's at!" Joe pouted as he looked down the river.

"The golf cart, Joe, remember? I didn't just bring it because I thought the ducks would be heavy."

"Why don't we just walk?" Nick asked the obvious question. "Ducks can't swim that fast."

"Golf carts make everything better!" Joe said as he started running to the abandoned JONAS golf cart.

"Even duck races!" Kevin added.

Nick shoved Joe out of the way and took man of the golf cart. The golf cart quickly caught up with the ducks. There seemed to a group of four ducks that had taken a strong lead over the rest of the group. "How are you planning on getting all the ducks back after they pass the finish line?" Nick questioned. "You do know this river empties into Great Bay, right?"

"Uh oh. I'm so losing my deposit on those ducks."

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(If only Kevin had thought to hire Mike the Duck Wrangler...)