Just about an hour later, Kim got some news for Willis, who was lying on his bed, playing a Mattel Football handheld.

"Hey, Willis." said Kim, hands on her hips.

"Yeah, Kim, what's up?" He responded while still playing his game, not even bothering to make eye contact with her.

"I got word from Tiffany that she saw Dorisha talking to Mike Johnson at the ice rink yesterday."

That name had Willis jumping out of his bed and forgetting his Mattel Football entirely. "What?! That arrogant, pompous mofo?!"

Mike "Wayne Blackski" Johnson, is a well-regarded minor-league hockey player from Brownsville, Brooklyn. His team is part of the New York Islanders farm system, and he is considered the top player of the New York City Hockey League. He's the only black hockey player in the league. He had a crush on Kimberly and tried to get a date from her. She constantly rejects him.

"Yeah, him..." Kim replied. She felt the same way about him as Willis did. "She couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it was lengthy."

"Do you know when he'll be back at the rink?"

"Well, he and his buddies practice on Tuesday."

"That's two days from now. Good. I'm gonna teach him a lesson."

"I'll come with you. I want to see you teach him a lesson."

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Finally, they arrived at the ice rink that Kimberly comes to very often. There was Mike Johnson, aka, Wayne Blackski. He was wearing his Manhattan Knights jersey with his black mullet, aka, the shag. You know, what Kanye West once had. Along with him are two white guys on his team. One had a blond mullet, and another had a brown mullet. Let's face it, hockey and mullets go together like pancakes and maple syrup. They were busy, practicing shots, while music from Cameo was blasting from Mike's boombox. As soon as they got close to the rink, Mike recognized them, and greeted him in the best way possible…

"Well, well, if it ain't Daddy Warbucks' two little Negro orphan kids and their Blow White, I mean, Snow White sister, who tries to pass off like she some kinda like sweet innocent Annie. What brings y'all sorry butts here, especially you, Loomis?" said Mick as he pointed his finger at Willis. That got snickers from all three hockey players.

"Stop calling me Loomis!" Willis spat. All that did was make the hockey players laugh even more.

"Loomis?" Kimberly asked.

"Long story. It has something to do with a fishing trip we had with this old cop."

Mike continued with his mouth. "Man, look at this mofo! He got a lil' pygmy midget brother and a Dorothy Hamill-wannabe freaky sister as siblings," Mike said on the rink. Neither Kim nor Arnold was happy to see him, either. "That ain't no family, that's a circus!"

Clearly offended, Arnold responded back. "Midget? Wanna see a real midget? Look inside your pants!" That got some 'ooohs' from his friends. At first, it touched a nerve on Mike, but eventually, he brushed it off and came back with his own counter.

"That's not what yo' mama said." His response also got some 'oohs'.

"Our mama is dead, fool!" Willis rebuked.

"Yeah, cuz I laid it good on her!" Mike said while gyrating his pelvis. His pals give him some fives for his clapback.

This got the Drummond siblings upset, especially Willis, who was about to go after Mike, but Kim and Arnold held him back. After regaining his composure, Willis spoke. "Yo, I heard that you were talkin' to Dorisha."

Mike and his friends looked at him like he was crazy, and his response was, "Pfff. Sez who?"

"Kim. She told me that Jo's boyfriend saw you two talking."

"Yeah, Jo told me everything," Kim stated to back Willis up. "After Willis found a napkin she wrote referring to a guy named "Mik", but later on, we found out that it was actually "Mike."

Mike and his two buddies looked at Willis and Kimberly like they just smoked crack, then they started to laugh.

"Jo's boyfriend? JO'S BOYFRIEND?" He turned to his teammates and said, "This negro's stupid!" They laughed even more. He then returned his focus back on Willis. "Brutha, please! Have you ever met the dude before?"

"Umm, no." Willis answered with a dumbfounded look.

"Mah point, exactly." Then they started to laugh even more.

"And don't look at me 'bout that napkin thing or that 'Mik' dude. This 'Mike' here ain't got nuthin' to do with her." He responded while pointing to himself.

Willis got angrier and said, "I better not find out you be ridin' yo' Zamboni into her port."

Mike looked at him like he was crazy. "Negro, please. It ain't like that. More likely, she'd be tryin to ride mah Zamboni, like all them girl out there.

"Oh, is that a confession?"

"Loomis, I'd eat my puck before gettin' with that nasty skank. I scored enough hat tricks without countin' that trick! When you know how to work your stick, like I do, you ain't gonna be in the penalty box, and you sure as hell ain't gonna make Dorisha one of your girlfriends. She's one of them tricks that you stick an' move, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Mike continued as he looked at Willis and Kimberly. "Besides, I'm the last person who should be confessin' round here." He paused for a bit, then he said. "Cuz I'm not the one who's cheating on my girlfriend, especially one as fine as Charlene, for a nasty trick. Yo, Loomis, why you like them nasty tricks fo', man? Dorisha is like a 7-Eleven, open all da time!" Mike continued as his teammates were still laughing. "Whoever that Mik fool is," Mike said followed by a stifled giggle, "probably gave her that new disease."

"Dude, are you talking about that AIDS disease?" said the blond mullet player.

"Yeah, that one! The one that GAY people be spreadin' round." He said while emphasizing the word gay directly at Willis, Arnold and Kimberly. "A bunch of sick mofos, just like that Boy George homo freak."

Willis wasn't the only one who was getting mad, Kimberly was as well. Being a woman herself, she was getting angry with his misogynistic comments. In fact, she was even more pissed than Willis.

"But I guess hangin' around nasty sluts is your thing. After all, look who your sister is." Then he turned his attention to Kimberly. "Man, you don't fool me wit' yo' 'innocent' looks. Word on the street is you's an undercover freak! How many fools have you screwed?" Mike ended.

Kim was now livid. "You weren't saying all that when you were trying to get my number a few weeks ago. You're just jealous that I keep on turning you down."

"Girl, please! I ain't jealous. I thought you were worth crossing over the color line for. But now I see that some lines ain't worth crossin'!" He said while giving a straight stare at Kim. Kim managed to keep a poker face.

"What's wrong Kim? Is what I'm saying a little too personal for you?" Mike said with a smirk. He was able to see beyond her poker face. "Yo, mah homeboys from Brooklyn, Whodini, wrote a song based on messed-up tricks like you and Dorisha, and it's coming out on their album next year. It's called The Freaks Come Out at Night." They laughed some more.

Willis has had enough. "Aight, I had enough of your bull. You ain't gonna talk 'bout my girl and my sister like that! I'm gonna knock you out!"

So, Willis, with skates already on, skated on the ice and tried to get to Mike. Kimberly noticed that Mike had a puck right on his stick.

"Willis, no!" shouted Kimberly.

When he got close enough, Mike gave him the slapshot special, a direct hit to his nuts.

Immediately he went down and let out a falsetto scream that would make Michael Jackson and the Bee Gees sound like Barry White. "Hee-hee!" He was in serious pain.

"Willis!" screamed Kim. Mike and his friends were laughing even more.

Mike then skated right up to Willis and taunted him. "Slapshot, bi-ach!" But knowing Mike, he doesn't end right there.

"Now y'all see why I lead the league in goals." He then turned around and addressed his buddies. "Man, did y'all see how dat foo' dropped? He screamed like Michael Jackson!" His buddies were laughing. They laughed even more after Mike said, "this negro thinks he's in Billie Jean!"

He then turned his attention back to Willis. "You's a stupid mofo. Man, you mo' blind than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles combined! Can't yo dumb butt see who Mik really is? Nah, you can't! Cuz you stupid enough to hang around with slutty stanks like Dorisha and your vanilla wafer sister. You -."

CRACK! Kimberly used one of the hockey sticks to sock Mike from behind.

"Shut up for once!" Kim shouted. Then she turned her focus to the two other players. Then she hit him two more times at the ribs section.

"Do you two want to be next! Kimberly shouted in anger. The two hockey players muttered 'No' and quickly left.

Kimberly tended to Willis' aid. "Are you okay?"

"No, not really," Willis replied in a high-pitch voice, higher than Kimberly's own. Arnold couldn't contain his own laughter. Willis looked at his brother angrily and asked him in that same pitch. "What are you laughing about? Can't you see that I'm hurt?"

Arnold had to stifle his laughing before responding back. "Well, speaking of Mik, you could audition to do the voice of Mickey Mouse right now." Arnold quipped then went back to laughing again. Kimberly had to stop him.

"No time for you jokes, Arnold. Willis is hurt. Let's get him up and take him to the hospital."

"Okay… Hahahahaha!"

"What a wonderful brother you are." Willis sarcastically retorted, still in his high-pitch voice.

At the hospital, they found that Willis has a bruise in the groin area, but he will be able to recover in about a few weeks.

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