~ Class of 1998 ~
It's 1997, the Ducks' twelfth-grade year, their year to rule Eden Hall. However, now that they're seniors and the Varsity team, they encounter new problems. The Ducks, once bullied themselves, now find it hard not to look down on the JV team. Each individual also have their own problems. Connie finds herself drawn to an old friend, Adam struggles to keep his 4.0 GPA, and Charlie must reconcile family difficulties.

~ GOOD OLD DAYS ~ (Connie)
"Are you almost done packing, honey?" Mrs. Moreau asked gently, rapping on the door.

"Yeah, almost." Connie opened the door to let her mother in.

"Very good." Mrs. Moreau smiled as she stared at Connie's bags, that for once, were neatly packed. "I think you may be getting the hang of packing, Connie."

"Too bad this is my last year at Eden Hall." Connie laughed.

"Well, at least now you'll be prepared for college." Mrs. Moreau smoothed Connie's hair, then stared at her daughter intently. "I can't believe it, my first baby, in her last year of high school."

'I can't believe it, either.' Connie thought, many hours later. She glanced at the group of laughing boys sitting near her in the airport waiting area. Guy Germain and Greg Goldberg were reading Sports Illustrated (swimsuit edition) while chomping on a bag of gummy bears; Les Averman and Charlie Conway were playing some sort of card game that involved betting candy; Adam Banks was showing Fulton Reed some new hockey move or other that he'd no doubt come up with.

Hockey. It was hockey that had brought her and this bizarre bunch of boys together. It seemed just yesterday that Mr. Moreau had signed Connie up for the peewee hockey league. Mr. Moreau had played hockey in college, and was crazy about it. Unfortunately, there were no Moreau boys. So, Mr. Moreau decided that at least ONE of his children should play hockey, and since Connie was the oldest, it was Connie that Mr. Moreau sent to play hockey. Connie remembered walking to her first practice, clutching her brand new gear, with Charlie Conway and Terry and Jesse Hall. She had been quaking in her shoes then, imaging the body checks she was sure she would receive from rough hockey players. As soon as Connie stepped out onto the icy pond, she had discovered that not only was Team District 5 nowhere near being talented enough to body check anybody, Connie was the toughest player on the team, except for Guy.

Connie burst into giggles when she thought about Guy Germain. He had been her first crush, her first "love", her first boyfriend, her first kiss, just about her first everything.

"What are you giggling about?" Charlie Conway nudged her, then held out the one-pound bag of skittles he had bought. "Skittle?"

"Thanks." Connie took a handful of the colorful candy. "I was just thinking about what a bunch of nerds we were when we first started."

"When we were District 5, you mean?" Averman raised his eyebrows.

At the mention of the very first version of the Mighty Ducks, Connie, Averman, and Charlie all burst out laughing.

"Hey! Banksie made up this move, okay? I'm just trying it out." Fulton glared at the three of them defensively.

"Don't worry Fulton; we're not laughing at you." Charlie reassured.

"But now that you've brought it to our attention, that move is pretty stupid. I think Banksie must be losing his golden touch." Averman added. Adam shrugged modestly in response.

Fulton chose to ignore Averman's comment. "Well, what were you guys laughing at, then?"

"I was just reminding Charlie and Averman about District 5." Connie informed. She took a skittle and threw it at Goldberg's head. "Hey Goldberg! Remember how you used to run away when a puck came at you? And that one time when Coach Bombay taped you to the…"

"Shh! Don't you DARE say anything about the whole puck paranoia around Gaffney or Coach Orion." Goldberg shuddered as he looked up from his magazine.

"Even I remember that." Adam laughed. "When I was with the Hawks, Coach Riley always told us that if we got ahead by a certain score, then he would let us aim the pucks at you for fun."

"Figures that'd be something Hawks would do." Goldberg folded his arms over his chest and crammed a gummy bear in his mouth.

"What was it that Jesse used to call you, Banksie?" Guy furrowed his eyebrow.

"Are you talking about Cake-Eater?" Connie said.

"Cake-eater." Fulton punched Adam playfully.

"He was also with the Varsity our first year at Eden Hall," Averman supplied.

"How come you're always the traitor, Banksie?" Guy asked.

"Because he's our best player!" Charlie said, giving Adam an affectionate hug. "He's so good that everybody wants to recruit him. They'd be crazy not to! We're just lucky that he's had the stupidity to stay with us." Just then, the boarding for their flight began. The Ducks all picked up their luggage. Connie did, too.

"Hey Connie, remember when we used to be a couple? Back in the good old days?" Guy called. He, Goldberg, and Averman were near the end of the boarding line, while Connie, Adam, and Charlie were near the front. The entire line turned to stare at Guy, then swiveled around again to stare and wait for Connie's response. Connie felt herself turn red. Goldberg and Averman were chanting the sitting in a tree kissing rhyme, while Adam was humming the wedding song, with Charlie making kissing noises that went in time to Adam's humming.

Ignoring Guy's question, Connie kicked Charlie and Adam, the only ones she could physically reach at the moment. "Just kidding, Connie." Adam laughed, seeing her red-face. Charlie kept up his kissing noises.

Connie shoved Charlie. "Get moving Conway, it's your turn." Charlie turned and began walking, but continued making loud kissing noises as they boarded the plane, earning both of them odd looks from the flight attendants.1