The second period started, Ralph passed the puck to Melissa who took it forward, and then shot it to Cedric. Cedric slap shot it into the goal. The Pigs went wild, waving their pom poms in the air.

"Hooray!" they shouted. "Two, four, six, eight! Who do we appreciate! Cedric! Cedric! Yaaayyyy, Cedric! Yaaayyy!"

"You porkers are starting to get on my nerves," Cyril grumbled.

During the next part of the face off, Slick got the puck, and barrelled right though the Raccoons. He shot it right into the goal.

"He shoots, he scores!" Slick shouted.

"Booooo!" the Pigs yelled.

"You couldn't skate your way out of a paper bag!" Reggie taunted.

"Reginald . . . ." Dr. Canard said, in a warning tone of voice.

Ralph took the puck and shot throught the middle of the ice. Then he passed it to Melissa. She was about to shoot it into the goal when Prickles and Winks came in, and smashed into her as hard as they could.

"Oof!" Melissa shouted.

"Sorry," Winks said, not really meaning it, and she took the puck.

Winks was just about to smash it into the goal, but Schafer gave it a whack back with his stick. Bert was on it, and he skated towards the middle, passing it to Cedric. Cedric passed it back to Bert, and Bert gave it a good swat with his stick, as hard as he possibly could. The puck sailed into the air, and flew towards the stands.

"Duck!" Cyril yelled, as he grabbed Sophia's shoulders, and pulled her down as he ducked down to avoid getting hit with the airborne puck. Dr. Canard and the Pigs ducked down, too.

"Huh?" Reggie asked, and the puck hit him in the head. BONK!

"Oh," he said, dazedly, and then fell backwards to the floor.

"Whoops," Bert said, sheepishly. "Uhh, sorry about that, Reg!"

"Reggie, are you all right?" Sophia asked.

"One little, two little, three little hockey pucks!" Reggie sang.

"He's all right," Dr. Canard replied.

"How can you tell?" Cyril asked.

"Trust me," Dr. Canard replied, examining Reggie's head.

The game went on, and the score was five to four, in favor of the Gang of Six. The Pigs began another cheer.

"Take a stick, whack 'em in the head!" they yelled. "Otherwise, you'll end up dead!"

"You three are gonna end up dead if you don't knock it off!" Cyril shouted.

Ralph shot the puck into the net, and the buzzer went off, indicating the end of the second period. All the players skated into the stands to take a breather.

"Boy, this game is tiring," Cedric replied, sitting down.

"Yeah, but you guys are doing pretty well," Reggie commented.

"How's your head, Reg?" Bert asked.

"Okay," Reggie replied. "Good thing you didn't hit that thing harder than you did!"

"Well, the next period's going to start any second," Cedric said, getting up. "We'd better get back out there and get ready."

"Yeah, one more period to go," Bert said. "Let's go gang!"

Bert raced out onto the ice, but he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and he ended up tripping, and tumbling right into Cedric. The two of them then crashed onto the ice, and hit the boards at the opposite end of the rink.

"Ouch!" Cedric shouted.

"Oooh, anybody get the license number of that truck?" Bert asked, dazedly.

"Cedric!" Cyril shouted. "Speak to me, son!"

"Oooh, don't worry, Pop," Cedric said, trying to get up. "I think I'm . . . . aaaahhhh!"

"Cedric, are you all right?" Sophia asked.

"I don't think so," Cedric said. "I think I broke my leg!"

"Oh no!" Ralph groaned. "Now we're really up a creek!"

"You miserable little raccoon!" Cyril shouted at Bert. "Wait'll I get my hands on you!"

"What can we do?" Melissa asked. "We can't play with only four players, and we can't possibly find someone to take Cedric's place, and we were short handed to begin with!"

"Don't look at us!" Lloyd shouted. "We've never been on ice skates in our lives!"

"Well, I've never actually played hockey," Sophia said, picking up a stick. "But I'll try anything once."

"Absolutely not!" Cyril yelled, yanking the stick right out of Sophia's hands. "I will not allow it! You can't play hockey! You're a girl!"

"What do you think I am, you blockhead!" Melissa shouted, getting a little ticked with Cyril and his macho ideas.

"I think I agree with Cyril on this one," Schafer said. "Sophia, you don't know anything about hockey, and you could get hurt."

"But you need at least one more player," Sophia said.

"Don't look at me," Dr. Canard said. "All I know about hockey is that it's a good way to get killed."

"I guess I could try and play," Cedric said. "I mean, I don't think my leg's broken that badly . . . . . ooooohhh!"

"Forget it, Cedric," Reggie said. "I'll play."

"Absolutely not!" Dr. Canard shouted. "You've already hurt yourself, Reginald. You go back out there, you're liable to get killed!"

"Oh good grief, Doc!" Reggie shouted.

"Enough arguing!" Cyril said, and he grabbed Cedric's helmet right off his head, and put it on. "I'll do it."

"Are you sure, Cyril?" Ralph asked.

"Yeah, what do you know about hockey?" Bert asked.

"Are you kidding?" Cyril said, waving the stick around. "I practically wrote the book about hockey! Just wait until you see me on the ice out there! I'll hit a home run!"

"That's baseball, Cyril," Ralph said.

"Just a little joke there," Cyril said. "Making sure you're all on your toes. Pigs, make a note of that. I want this raccoon on my board committee. He's a sharp one. Now, let's get out there and score a touchdown!"

The group looked at each other, but they didn't say a word. It was obvious to them that Cyril had no idea what he was doing, but they didn't have a choice.