Author's Note~ Hey all thanks for the reviews, sorry for the delay bye~
"And for the opposing team", said the announcer, "Team Captain One Canard Thunderbeak."
Canard skated up to his friends and took his position in the line up. The only person left to join the rink was WildWing, and a surprise.
"And last but not least goalie for the opposing team, WildWing Flashblade. And what's this it seems that he is holding hands with his younger brother team player, Nosedive Flashblade! And walking alongside and slipping wildly is the team manager Phil Palmfeather!"
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"Where did you get skates his size", asked Mallory.
"Don't ask", said WildWing, and a clean Nosedive.
"Hey", squealed Nosedive with the delight, "That's Jim!"
Nosedive sprinted out of WildWing's grasp, and skated over to the monster size Jim.
"Hey Jim", piped Nosedive, "Member me?"
"Hey there little man", said Jim kindly, "Of course I remember you. Hey Neil check it out its our little buddy."
"I don't see Neil", said Nosedive looking around as his brother continued to wave Nosedive to come over.
"Over here Dive", said Neil who ripped off his hockey mask so Nosedive could see his face.
"HEY!"
"HEY!"
"I don't know who's more excited", said Jim, "The four-year-old or the thirty-four-year old.
Both accused parties of immaturity giggled.
Finally WildWing hollered, "Nosedive if you don't get over here, than I'm giving you another bath, and no ice cream!"
Nosedive's eyes became as large as the sun. "I gotta go", said Nosedive quickly, "Bye!"
All of the hockey members waved to the little hockey player as he skated over to his brother. WildWing picked his brother and said something which Nosedive pout and cringe his face up like he ate a lemon. Nosedive than stuck his tongue which caused WildWing to clamp Nosedive's beak shut, causing Nosedive's inability to speak.
Finally Mallory skated over and broke up the sibling rivalry. Phil ushered Nosedive off the rink, and sat down with him.
"No", said WildWing as his brother was taken away.
"What do you mean no", asked Canard.
"I mean no I'm not letting Phil handle my brother. That's what I mean."
"Wil-"
"NO."
"WildWing, Phil will do a good job", reassured Canard, "Nothing will happen."
"Canard you saw what happened when we tried to give him a bath! You saw what happened when we tried to eat in two restaurants, you saw what happened wh-"
"WIlDWING", shouted Canard, "Phil will not let anything happen to his number one top scorer, because if he does he loses a lot of money. Right?"
"Well…"
"Right. And besides Phil is used to negotiating, that's his job, always making deals. He's trained to do that. Look Phil is giving him a lollipop now!"
"Fine", gritted WildWing through his teeth.
"Thank you", muttered Canard.
"Tanya and Grin", said Canard, "You guys are going to have to play extra hard for WildWing is going to be paying attention to his brother the entire time."
"Are you sure", asked Tanya, "I mean ya we'll play hard, but I don't think that WildWing will screw anything up if it comes to that."
"Trust me", said Canard, "I know my best friend."
"Whatever you say Canard", said Tanya.
And as Canard predicted WildWing wasn't playing his best that day. The score was tied and it was half time.
"WildWing", shouted Canard, "What are you doing now? Aren't you coming in?"
"I'll be right there", said WildWing as he skated over to the bench, "Gotta get something."
"What", inquired Canard.
"This", said WildWing as he picked up his little brother.
Canard rolled his eyes and WildWing held up his prized possession.
"Hurry up", cried Phil, "The press will be here shortly, they will want pictures of Nosedive. Hurry up and get some plans because frankly you guys stink tonight!"
"Can it Phil", cried Canard who was quite frustrated.
But then he gasped in shock. The press was coming out of the locker rooms, and onto the ice!
"This is unbelievable", muttered Canard, "WildWing I have an idea. Since you're not going to be playing a good game since you are constantly looking at your brother on the benches you deal with the press."
"Thank you", said WildWing sarcastically.
"Welcome", responded Canard, "Enjoy!"
The press approached the brothers.
Nosedive screamed and hid his head into his brother.
"Hey its okay", said WildWing.
"Are twhey (they) mean", asked Nosedive who was now shaking.
"No not at all", said WildWing comforting his brother.
The cameras started going off as soon as WildWing hugged his brother.
"Ow my eyes", said Nosedive as he blinked rapidly.
WildWing put his brother's head on his shoulders.
"Everyone stop", he called as the reporters engulfed them.
By then the score board transformed into a T.V. and started to broadcast what was going on, on the ice.
The reporters started firing questions out at the brothers. The usual perky Nosedive was scared of the harsh and quick voices of the reporters, and was scared indefinitely of the bright lights, and the demanding of the reporters.
WildWing feeling dire for his little brother pressed his brother's head onto his shoulder.
"I'm going to get us out of this", said WildWing, "You just stay there okay?"
"Okay", said Nosedive who had his feet wrapped around his brother.
"Hold on", said WildWing, "I hope this works."
WildWing started moving through the crowd of the reporters on the ice to get free, but was unable. The pushed him back in that engulfing circle.
"Nosedive", said a reporter, "What's it like to be small?"
"What a stupid question", thought WildWing.
Nosedive remained silent afraid to speak, and afraid to speak to only one of the reporters and not the others. After a few minutes the same reporter that questioned Nosedive with stupid questions, started antagonizing him.
"Would you answer", yelled the reporter furiously, "You know good piece of trash. Answer! Does the baby understand that?"
Nosedive started shaking, and was about to cry. This angered WildWing incredibly and shoved the reporter that was giving Nosedive a hard time.
The reporter unstable on the ice fell backwards. Furious the reporter stood up and went after WildWing.
WildWing being taller was able to hold him off but not the cameramen that worked with him. Normally it would have been a breeze but he had Nosedive, and he had to keep him safe as well as holding him. Soon one of the reporters started screaming wildly to get attention and great footage, "WildWing is nuts! Save the child!"
"What", cried both WildWing and Nosedive.
One thing led to another and quickly everyone was on top of WildWing. Nosedive had been separated from him, and was now being tousled by many reporters. The crowd started screaming and booing the reporters even though WildWing wasn't on their team.
You see the Mighty Ducks had a very good reputation for playing clean, and since the whole little duck thing the audience fell head over heels at Nosedive's adorability. Plus since he shook hands with the team captain, and was playing with their goalie right before the game, the crowd liked Nosedive, as well as his older brother WildWing.
The reporters didn't care about the audience's lack of appreciation for they were getting excellent footage. Soon a few hockey players from the opposing team broke up the fight, those hockey players were Jim, Neil and a few of the players that have given Nosedive ample amounts of waffles.
Soon the fight was broke up. The reporters were escorted into police cars, by the police themselves. WildWing was aided by the medics for he was bleeding. Nosedive stood there upset that his brother was hurt, and upset that there was no one there for him.
"WiyaWing", cried Nosedive.
"Get the kid out of here", ordered a medic.
"Wait", screamed WildWing, "That's my brother! Give me my brother!"
WildWing tried to get his brother once again, but his attempts failed miserably as a sedative was placed into his arm.
Nosedive screamed in horror as his brother fell lifeless to the ground.
Jim saw Nosedive about to cry, and hurried over to him.
"Hey there little fellow", said Jim, "Don't worry. Those are good guys. They'll help your brother."
Nosedive shook his head in disbelief.
"Don't worry", said Neil as he walked over. "It'll be okay."
Nosedive started clamping his hands up and down.
"What's that mean kiddo", asked Jim.
"Picks me up."
The hockey players laughed and picked up the little Nosedive.
Canard had been informed of what had happened and came running out of the locker rooms to his friend.
"Nard", screamed Nosedive, "Hi!"
Canard waved to the sibling.
"Well", said Canard, "I guess we lose in forfeit."
"Good game", said Jim.
"Good game", replied Canard.
~Inside the locker room~
"Now we get to go home", said Duke, "I wonder what wonders and exploits that will bring."
"And for the opposing team", said the announcer, "Team Captain One Canard Thunderbeak."
Canard skated up to his friends and took his position in the line up. The only person left to join the rink was WildWing, and a surprise.
"And last but not least goalie for the opposing team, WildWing Flashblade. And what's this it seems that he is holding hands with his younger brother team player, Nosedive Flashblade! And walking alongside and slipping wildly is the team manager Phil Palmfeather!"
~
"Where did you get skates his size", asked Mallory.
"Don't ask", said WildWing, and a clean Nosedive.
"Hey", squealed Nosedive with the delight, "That's Jim!"
Nosedive sprinted out of WildWing's grasp, and skated over to the monster size Jim.
"Hey Jim", piped Nosedive, "Member me?"
"Hey there little man", said Jim kindly, "Of course I remember you. Hey Neil check it out its our little buddy."
"I don't see Neil", said Nosedive looking around as his brother continued to wave Nosedive to come over.
"Over here Dive", said Neil who ripped off his hockey mask so Nosedive could see his face.
"HEY!"
"HEY!"
"I don't know who's more excited", said Jim, "The four-year-old or the thirty-four-year old.
Both accused parties of immaturity giggled.
Finally WildWing hollered, "Nosedive if you don't get over here, than I'm giving you another bath, and no ice cream!"
Nosedive's eyes became as large as the sun. "I gotta go", said Nosedive quickly, "Bye!"
All of the hockey members waved to the little hockey player as he skated over to his brother. WildWing picked his brother and said something which Nosedive pout and cringe his face up like he ate a lemon. Nosedive than stuck his tongue which caused WildWing to clamp Nosedive's beak shut, causing Nosedive's inability to speak.
Finally Mallory skated over and broke up the sibling rivalry. Phil ushered Nosedive off the rink, and sat down with him.
"No", said WildWing as his brother was taken away.
"What do you mean no", asked Canard.
"I mean no I'm not letting Phil handle my brother. That's what I mean."
"Wil-"
"NO."
"WildWing, Phil will do a good job", reassured Canard, "Nothing will happen."
"Canard you saw what happened when we tried to give him a bath! You saw what happened when we tried to eat in two restaurants, you saw what happened wh-"
"WIlDWING", shouted Canard, "Phil will not let anything happen to his number one top scorer, because if he does he loses a lot of money. Right?"
"Well…"
"Right. And besides Phil is used to negotiating, that's his job, always making deals. He's trained to do that. Look Phil is giving him a lollipop now!"
"Fine", gritted WildWing through his teeth.
"Thank you", muttered Canard.
"Tanya and Grin", said Canard, "You guys are going to have to play extra hard for WildWing is going to be paying attention to his brother the entire time."
"Are you sure", asked Tanya, "I mean ya we'll play hard, but I don't think that WildWing will screw anything up if it comes to that."
"Trust me", said Canard, "I know my best friend."
"Whatever you say Canard", said Tanya.
And as Canard predicted WildWing wasn't playing his best that day. The score was tied and it was half time.
"WildWing", shouted Canard, "What are you doing now? Aren't you coming in?"
"I'll be right there", said WildWing as he skated over to the bench, "Gotta get something."
"What", inquired Canard.
"This", said WildWing as he picked up his little brother.
Canard rolled his eyes and WildWing held up his prized possession.
"Hurry up", cried Phil, "The press will be here shortly, they will want pictures of Nosedive. Hurry up and get some plans because frankly you guys stink tonight!"
"Can it Phil", cried Canard who was quite frustrated.
But then he gasped in shock. The press was coming out of the locker rooms, and onto the ice!
"This is unbelievable", muttered Canard, "WildWing I have an idea. Since you're not going to be playing a good game since you are constantly looking at your brother on the benches you deal with the press."
"Thank you", said WildWing sarcastically.
"Welcome", responded Canard, "Enjoy!"
The press approached the brothers.
Nosedive screamed and hid his head into his brother.
"Hey its okay", said WildWing.
"Are twhey (they) mean", asked Nosedive who was now shaking.
"No not at all", said WildWing comforting his brother.
The cameras started going off as soon as WildWing hugged his brother.
"Ow my eyes", said Nosedive as he blinked rapidly.
WildWing put his brother's head on his shoulders.
"Everyone stop", he called as the reporters engulfed them.
By then the score board transformed into a T.V. and started to broadcast what was going on, on the ice.
The reporters started firing questions out at the brothers. The usual perky Nosedive was scared of the harsh and quick voices of the reporters, and was scared indefinitely of the bright lights, and the demanding of the reporters.
WildWing feeling dire for his little brother pressed his brother's head onto his shoulder.
"I'm going to get us out of this", said WildWing, "You just stay there okay?"
"Okay", said Nosedive who had his feet wrapped around his brother.
"Hold on", said WildWing, "I hope this works."
WildWing started moving through the crowd of the reporters on the ice to get free, but was unable. The pushed him back in that engulfing circle.
"Nosedive", said a reporter, "What's it like to be small?"
"What a stupid question", thought WildWing.
Nosedive remained silent afraid to speak, and afraid to speak to only one of the reporters and not the others. After a few minutes the same reporter that questioned Nosedive with stupid questions, started antagonizing him.
"Would you answer", yelled the reporter furiously, "You know good piece of trash. Answer! Does the baby understand that?"
Nosedive started shaking, and was about to cry. This angered WildWing incredibly and shoved the reporter that was giving Nosedive a hard time.
The reporter unstable on the ice fell backwards. Furious the reporter stood up and went after WildWing.
WildWing being taller was able to hold him off but not the cameramen that worked with him. Normally it would have been a breeze but he had Nosedive, and he had to keep him safe as well as holding him. Soon one of the reporters started screaming wildly to get attention and great footage, "WildWing is nuts! Save the child!"
"What", cried both WildWing and Nosedive.
One thing led to another and quickly everyone was on top of WildWing. Nosedive had been separated from him, and was now being tousled by many reporters. The crowd started screaming and booing the reporters even though WildWing wasn't on their team.
You see the Mighty Ducks had a very good reputation for playing clean, and since the whole little duck thing the audience fell head over heels at Nosedive's adorability. Plus since he shook hands with the team captain, and was playing with their goalie right before the game, the crowd liked Nosedive, as well as his older brother WildWing.
The reporters didn't care about the audience's lack of appreciation for they were getting excellent footage. Soon a few hockey players from the opposing team broke up the fight, those hockey players were Jim, Neil and a few of the players that have given Nosedive ample amounts of waffles.
Soon the fight was broke up. The reporters were escorted into police cars, by the police themselves. WildWing was aided by the medics for he was bleeding. Nosedive stood there upset that his brother was hurt, and upset that there was no one there for him.
"WiyaWing", cried Nosedive.
"Get the kid out of here", ordered a medic.
"Wait", screamed WildWing, "That's my brother! Give me my brother!"
WildWing tried to get his brother once again, but his attempts failed miserably as a sedative was placed into his arm.
Nosedive screamed in horror as his brother fell lifeless to the ground.
Jim saw Nosedive about to cry, and hurried over to him.
"Hey there little fellow", said Jim, "Don't worry. Those are good guys. They'll help your brother."
Nosedive shook his head in disbelief.
"Don't worry", said Neil as he walked over. "It'll be okay."
Nosedive started clamping his hands up and down.
"What's that mean kiddo", asked Jim.
"Picks me up."
The hockey players laughed and picked up the little Nosedive.
Canard had been informed of what had happened and came running out of the locker rooms to his friend.
"Nard", screamed Nosedive, "Hi!"
Canard waved to the sibling.
"Well", said Canard, "I guess we lose in forfeit."
"Good game", said Jim.
"Good game", replied Canard.
~Inside the locker room~
"Now we get to go home", said Duke, "I wonder what wonders and exploits that will bring."