Author's Note~ Special shout outs to Lori () Eclipse, and especially Prince
Tyler Breifs, and Divesangel. Enjoy all~
Nosedive had awoke around eight o clock. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Hey there", said Duke plopping down onto the bed, sending Nosedive up a bit. Nosedive giggled.
"Sleep well?"
"Uh-huh. Why is eveweone (everyone) half naked?"
Duke looked around; all of the male ducks were changing, but they all had pants on.
"We got a game today remember kid? Well we got to change for it."
"Why", yawned Nosedive.
"Because."
"Because why."
"BECAUSE".
"BECAUSE WHY!"
"Just because!"
"Just because why?"
"You do realize you're fighting with a four-year-old", said Grin protecting his little friend.
Duke laughed, "Because we have to."
"Why?"
"It's the rules."
"Why?"
"So we all look alike."
"Why?"
"Because we need to play on a team, and we need colors to distinguish our teammates from enemies."
"Why?"
Duke sighed, "Because of Phil."
"Oh."
That answer satisfied Nosedive. "Thank God", muttered Duke.
"Why?"
"Oh my-"
By then WildWing and Canard walked into the room, with food.
"Hey guys."
"Guess whose up", said Duke.
"Who", said WildWing.
"Me!", chimed in Nosedive.
"Oh really", asked WildWing.
"Yuppers!"
WildWing laughed. "You tired?"
"Uh-huh. Mallowy (Mallory) and Tanya made me walks far! They hurt my feets!"
WildWing chortled. "Oh really?"
"Yes!"
The entire team started cracking up, except the ladies who were not present and had their own ways of getting food.
"I'm hungwy (hungry)."
"I kind of figured that", responded WildWing, "So wa la food!"
Nosedive now had his eyes wide open with excitement and clapped his hands.
"Yay!"
Nosedive was happy, WildWing was happy, the team was happy.
~Fifteen minutes later~
Nosedive was sticky with syrup, and was refusing to step anywhere near the bathroom. WildWing was not happy, the team however found the entire thing hysterical and were happy.
"NO"!
"Nosedive you need a bath", cried WildWing.
"NO!"
"Dive please-"
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO"
Phil walked into the door; Nosedive took advantage of the opportunity and sprinted out of the door, shutting it behind him.
He than dashed to the next room that had laughter emulating from it. He reached up to the handle and opened the door.
Inside was the opposing team, somewhat startled at the little duck. Sure they knew what happened to him, it was all over the news. But to have him in there with them was odd. All of them were sitting around on the beds or on the floor eating and watching T.V.
"Hi", giggled Nosedive as he shut the door. The men looked friendly enough.
"Hey there", said one of the men called Jim. "What are you doing in here"?
"Hiding."
"From who?"
"My brother!"
"Why's that?"
"He wants to give me a bath!"
Jim laughed and was soon accompanied by the rest of the team.
"Looks like you need one."
It was true, Nosedive's face was smeared with syrup along with his hands, and shirt.
"I don't want one!"
"Hey hey, easy there little man. We ain't babysitters, we won't give you a bath. Until your brother decides to do something with you, you want to chill with us? We are watching cartoons."
"Awen't (aren't) you supposed to be adwults (adults)?"
"We are. Just very immature adults. Plus the fact that the goalie wants to watch cartoons, and will go on strike if he doesn't get them. He's very much like a child."
"Am not", cried a large man, who was the goalie. "Come here short stuff, we got some extra food want?"
"Yes!"
"Come on Mister", said Nosedive pulling onto Jim's hand.
Jim ignored the fact Nosedive's hand was as sticky as a bee's hive but followed the ducklings orders.
"My name is Jim."
"Okay Jim. Whas wour (your) name", asked Nosedive pointing to the goalie.
"Neil. You can sit with me. Want some pancakes, or waffles?"
Nosedive studied the stranger, and than Jim. Jim had light orange hair, and was tall and lean. Maybe as tall as WildWing. Neil however was plump and short, with un-kept brown hair.
"Okay", said Nosedive finally. "I'll have some. Ooh Bernie the Bwear (bear) I like this one! It's fuwwny (funny)!
Nosedive continued to talk, but it was very hard to decipher, since he was stuffing his face at the same time. The only person who understood what he was saying was Neil, who practically spoke the same language.
After five minutes all of the hockey players loved the little Nosedive. And in five minutes Nosedive was the center of attention. The T.V. had been turned off, as the listened to Nosedive's exploits on the trip over.
"Poor you", said one of the hockey players.
"That's right poor me", cried Nosedive.
The hockey players laughed. Then their manager walked in.
"If only I had the press here", said the manager.
"Nosedive", said Jim, "This is our manager, ignore him."
"That's what we do to Phil too!"
They all cracked up, except the manager.
"Well laugh all you want", said the manager, "But I just had a run in with the comedians older brother, he's worried panicked and not real happy."
Nosedive winced backwards, the manager had not said nice things about him. It was the way he said it, it was mean!
Jim being a new time father noticed Nosedive's fear.
"Hey", yelled Jim, "Leave Nosedive alone."
"Yeah", chorused the others.
Nosedive gleamed and gloated.
The problem might have continued into a fight if it weren't for the large knocking on the door. Banging was more like it.
The manager opened it. He was immediately pushed to the side as a furious WildWing jumped into the room, with an exasperated and aggravated and annoyed Canard stood outside.
"I found him", cried WildWing, soon the other ducks crowded to the door.
"Uh-oh", said Nosedive.
The other hockey players felt Nosedive's pain.
"NOSEDIVE", screamed WildWing. "Do you think this is funny! That was not nice! That was mean! Really mean! You scared me to death!"
"I'm sowwy (sorry)"!
WildWing's face expression changed.
"I told you we would find him", muttered Canard.
"Shut it Thunderbeak", snapped WildWing.
"Shutting it", mocked Canard.
Nosedive ran over to his brother.
"Wants a hugs?"
"Not with those hands!"
Everyone laughed. WildWing knelt down to his brother trying to figure out a way to remove the shirt that was now sticking to his brother's hair, without puling Nosedive's hair, or getting his hands dirty, as the ducks and humans chatted over Nosedive's cuteness. Nosedive listened intently. The subject matter changed over to hockey after a small bit.
"HEY", screamed Nosedive.
"That's not about me!"
Everyone started laughing hysterically.
Nosedive smiled. WildWing sighed. "Nosedive what am I going to do with you? How am I supposed to get this off?"
"I dunno, leave it on."
"Why am I even asking you", muttered WildWing to himself.
"Wing", said Duke, "I hate to break it to ya, but if you want to get that shirt off your hands are going to have to get sticky."
WildWing groaned but agreed. Finally he had removed the stick shirt off of his brother.
"Ew", cried WildWing, "EW, ew, ew ,ew!"
"You sound like a girl", said Nosedive.
"EW!"
Nosedive laughed.
"Well now time for your bath", said WildWing.
"NO", screamed a half dressed Nosedive. He now only had on small boxers.
"Yes", said WildWing calmly now expecting his brother's rampage.
Nosedive went to run towards Neil and Jim, but his brother's arms stopped him.
"Got ya", cried WildWing like a pirate, "And now I'm going to make ya walk the plank into the tub."
"NOOOOOO", shrieked Nosedive.
"Too bad", cried WildWing, "No one deserves to go through this, especially in the morning. Ugh what did I ever do to the world to possibly deserve this?"
"You gave me a bath", snickered Nosedive who was now thrown over his older brother's shoulder.
WildWing sighed. And brought his little brother towards their room. Nosedive had given up, for now anyway.
~Phil made phone calls~
Coming real soon~ "The Bath", chapt 8!
Okay well byes!
Nosedive had awoke around eight o clock. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Hey there", said Duke plopping down onto the bed, sending Nosedive up a bit. Nosedive giggled.
"Sleep well?"
"Uh-huh. Why is eveweone (everyone) half naked?"
Duke looked around; all of the male ducks were changing, but they all had pants on.
"We got a game today remember kid? Well we got to change for it."
"Why", yawned Nosedive.
"Because."
"Because why."
"BECAUSE".
"BECAUSE WHY!"
"Just because!"
"Just because why?"
"You do realize you're fighting with a four-year-old", said Grin protecting his little friend.
Duke laughed, "Because we have to."
"Why?"
"It's the rules."
"Why?"
"So we all look alike."
"Why?"
"Because we need to play on a team, and we need colors to distinguish our teammates from enemies."
"Why?"
Duke sighed, "Because of Phil."
"Oh."
That answer satisfied Nosedive. "Thank God", muttered Duke.
"Why?"
"Oh my-"
By then WildWing and Canard walked into the room, with food.
"Hey guys."
"Guess whose up", said Duke.
"Who", said WildWing.
"Me!", chimed in Nosedive.
"Oh really", asked WildWing.
"Yuppers!"
WildWing laughed. "You tired?"
"Uh-huh. Mallowy (Mallory) and Tanya made me walks far! They hurt my feets!"
WildWing chortled. "Oh really?"
"Yes!"
The entire team started cracking up, except the ladies who were not present and had their own ways of getting food.
"I'm hungwy (hungry)."
"I kind of figured that", responded WildWing, "So wa la food!"
Nosedive now had his eyes wide open with excitement and clapped his hands.
"Yay!"
Nosedive was happy, WildWing was happy, the team was happy.
~Fifteen minutes later~
Nosedive was sticky with syrup, and was refusing to step anywhere near the bathroom. WildWing was not happy, the team however found the entire thing hysterical and were happy.
"NO"!
"Nosedive you need a bath", cried WildWing.
"NO!"
"Dive please-"
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO"
Phil walked into the door; Nosedive took advantage of the opportunity and sprinted out of the door, shutting it behind him.
He than dashed to the next room that had laughter emulating from it. He reached up to the handle and opened the door.
Inside was the opposing team, somewhat startled at the little duck. Sure they knew what happened to him, it was all over the news. But to have him in there with them was odd. All of them were sitting around on the beds or on the floor eating and watching T.V.
"Hi", giggled Nosedive as he shut the door. The men looked friendly enough.
"Hey there", said one of the men called Jim. "What are you doing in here"?
"Hiding."
"From who?"
"My brother!"
"Why's that?"
"He wants to give me a bath!"
Jim laughed and was soon accompanied by the rest of the team.
"Looks like you need one."
It was true, Nosedive's face was smeared with syrup along with his hands, and shirt.
"I don't want one!"
"Hey hey, easy there little man. We ain't babysitters, we won't give you a bath. Until your brother decides to do something with you, you want to chill with us? We are watching cartoons."
"Awen't (aren't) you supposed to be adwults (adults)?"
"We are. Just very immature adults. Plus the fact that the goalie wants to watch cartoons, and will go on strike if he doesn't get them. He's very much like a child."
"Am not", cried a large man, who was the goalie. "Come here short stuff, we got some extra food want?"
"Yes!"
"Come on Mister", said Nosedive pulling onto Jim's hand.
Jim ignored the fact Nosedive's hand was as sticky as a bee's hive but followed the ducklings orders.
"My name is Jim."
"Okay Jim. Whas wour (your) name", asked Nosedive pointing to the goalie.
"Neil. You can sit with me. Want some pancakes, or waffles?"
Nosedive studied the stranger, and than Jim. Jim had light orange hair, and was tall and lean. Maybe as tall as WildWing. Neil however was plump and short, with un-kept brown hair.
"Okay", said Nosedive finally. "I'll have some. Ooh Bernie the Bwear (bear) I like this one! It's fuwwny (funny)!
Nosedive continued to talk, but it was very hard to decipher, since he was stuffing his face at the same time. The only person who understood what he was saying was Neil, who practically spoke the same language.
After five minutes all of the hockey players loved the little Nosedive. And in five minutes Nosedive was the center of attention. The T.V. had been turned off, as the listened to Nosedive's exploits on the trip over.
"Poor you", said one of the hockey players.
"That's right poor me", cried Nosedive.
The hockey players laughed. Then their manager walked in.
"If only I had the press here", said the manager.
"Nosedive", said Jim, "This is our manager, ignore him."
"That's what we do to Phil too!"
They all cracked up, except the manager.
"Well laugh all you want", said the manager, "But I just had a run in with the comedians older brother, he's worried panicked and not real happy."
Nosedive winced backwards, the manager had not said nice things about him. It was the way he said it, it was mean!
Jim being a new time father noticed Nosedive's fear.
"Hey", yelled Jim, "Leave Nosedive alone."
"Yeah", chorused the others.
Nosedive gleamed and gloated.
The problem might have continued into a fight if it weren't for the large knocking on the door. Banging was more like it.
The manager opened it. He was immediately pushed to the side as a furious WildWing jumped into the room, with an exasperated and aggravated and annoyed Canard stood outside.
"I found him", cried WildWing, soon the other ducks crowded to the door.
"Uh-oh", said Nosedive.
The other hockey players felt Nosedive's pain.
"NOSEDIVE", screamed WildWing. "Do you think this is funny! That was not nice! That was mean! Really mean! You scared me to death!"
"I'm sowwy (sorry)"!
WildWing's face expression changed.
"I told you we would find him", muttered Canard.
"Shut it Thunderbeak", snapped WildWing.
"Shutting it", mocked Canard.
Nosedive ran over to his brother.
"Wants a hugs?"
"Not with those hands!"
Everyone laughed. WildWing knelt down to his brother trying to figure out a way to remove the shirt that was now sticking to his brother's hair, without puling Nosedive's hair, or getting his hands dirty, as the ducks and humans chatted over Nosedive's cuteness. Nosedive listened intently. The subject matter changed over to hockey after a small bit.
"HEY", screamed Nosedive.
"That's not about me!"
Everyone started laughing hysterically.
Nosedive smiled. WildWing sighed. "Nosedive what am I going to do with you? How am I supposed to get this off?"
"I dunno, leave it on."
"Why am I even asking you", muttered WildWing to himself.
"Wing", said Duke, "I hate to break it to ya, but if you want to get that shirt off your hands are going to have to get sticky."
WildWing groaned but agreed. Finally he had removed the stick shirt off of his brother.
"Ew", cried WildWing, "EW, ew, ew ,ew!"
"You sound like a girl", said Nosedive.
"EW!"
Nosedive laughed.
"Well now time for your bath", said WildWing.
"NO", screamed a half dressed Nosedive. He now only had on small boxers.
"Yes", said WildWing calmly now expecting his brother's rampage.
Nosedive went to run towards Neil and Jim, but his brother's arms stopped him.
"Got ya", cried WildWing like a pirate, "And now I'm going to make ya walk the plank into the tub."
"NOOOOOO", shrieked Nosedive.
"Too bad", cried WildWing, "No one deserves to go through this, especially in the morning. Ugh what did I ever do to the world to possibly deserve this?"
"You gave me a bath", snickered Nosedive who was now thrown over his older brother's shoulder.
WildWing sighed. And brought his little brother towards their room. Nosedive had given up, for now anyway.
~Phil made phone calls~
Coming real soon~ "The Bath", chapt 8!
Okay well byes!