Note to Readers: Sorry. I just had to replace the old story. Don't worry
though, it's still the same, I just had to get rid of the typos. Ü
Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks. Ya happy?
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks By BallisticBubble
Chapter One: The Quack Attack is Back, Charlie!!
Ducks as a flock, can fly 71% farther than if each of them flew alone. When the leader of the flock gets tired, he will go back to the rear of the V- Formation and allow another duck to take his place. The ducks at the rear position "honk" to encourage and give a boost to those in front. And when one of the ducks gets sick or wounded, and falls out of formation, two ducks will follow it on its flight down to protect it.
"Wow." I said aloud and put down the book.
"What's up, Conway?" I heard Jessie call out from across the room. We were at Banksie's house [ahem, I mean mansion], just us ducks, well, at least those that lived here, in Minnesota, shooting the breeze, doing nothing. It was summer - way, out of season for us, and exactly one year later since our great victory over Iceland.
"Nothing." I mumbled and walked over to my friends.
"Ooh. The spaz finally joins us." Averman joked in his singsong voice.
"You game?" Fulton asked and spat out a watermelon seed.
"Sick!!" Connie yelled, the seed just landed in her hair.
I chuckled. These people were always joking around. "Nah, I'll skip."
I was feeling weird that day, I just missed the ducks so much. We were too old for peewees now. And we all went to different middle schools, even those who were from Minnesota. I looked out the window and just stared at the lawn blankly.
"Hey, what's that?" I called out. There were a bunch of black figures spinning around out front. What the?!?
The others ran up to my spot. "Hawks." Adam answered me.
Of course he was right. What else could they have been? I ran out of the room, just like the others did. We all wanted to see what they were up to this time.
"What do you want from us, huh, Hawks?!" Goldberg got out of the house first and hid himself behind Fulton.
"Oh, nothing. We were just wondering if you ducks were up for a re-match." Larson skated closer to us and folded his arms.
"What for?! We beat you fair and square! Besides, that was three whole years ago! We've come a long way since that." Guy went and stepped in front of Connie "Look, idiots. The only reason you beat us was 'cos you had Banks. You only got to LA because you won over us, it's not fair!" McGill looked sharply at Banks. "You're not a real duck, man, and you know it."
Banks shot back "Whatever dude, but I'm sure not what you are. A hawk."
"Then we challenge you. First to three wins it all." Larson continued. "Use everyone you have, eight on eight, but only one goalie in the net. Got that?"
"Yeah, we got that." Fulton blurted out.
I was just watching it all happen. "Wait here five minutes.. and we'll be as ready as ever." Boy, were we gonna kick some butt.
*
We got back outside, in our skates, ready to play, as Russ called it, street puck. It was perfect. We had Goldberg between the bars and Jessie head-on with Larson for the face off.
Jessie took possession of the puck and skated towards their net, passed it to Germaine and shot it in. Score one.
The goalie hit it out; McGill got it sped to our zone. I was only now that I realized that Banksie's driveway was that big. Connie stole it when he tripped. She went hard for the goal, and fell while she was at it. I picked up from there. And went for my triple deke, One. Two. Three. Bam, it was in.
"Two down, one to go." I snickered at the goalie.
"It's not over yet, jock." He went. I just glared.
Next, he sailed it out to McGill, Fulton and Banks went for it, but he checked them both into a bush. That must've hurt. They got up and went after him, but it was too late, he was already at our goal. He went simple. An easy shot, Goldberg could've stopped that any day - but not today. Two to one.
"Sorry!" Goldberg yelled at the rest of us, who were all at the other side of the driveway. It was Okie, I just felt bad that we couldn't beat them three and o.
Anyway, he shot it out, Larson again. I skated fast towards him and Goldberg and tried to stop him. Yeah, I stole it from him, and then McGill stole it from me and cruised it into the goal. Not again. Now it was tied.
"Ha Ha. You ducks still sure you're gonna beat the Hawks today?" McGill smiled slyly.
"Yeah, of course we are." I said, and returned the smile.
After that, Goldie looked tired as ever and could barely shoot the puck back out, and when he did, it was just enough to get it to Guy. "Thanks!" Goldberg called out, already on his belly against the cement. "Flying V!" Guy shouted. I followed and so did the rest. "Say cheese." Averman joked and pushed it in.
Yeah! We won. And all the other ducks and me huddled around the goal. I turned around and saw the Hawks cluster at their own side of the driveway.
"Tough luck, clowns." McGill spoke loudly, making sure he diverted our attention to him.
Fulton made a fist, ready to rumble with this dude.
"Don't." I told him and stuck my hand in front of him, so did Connie, afraid that this would turn out to be messy.
Then a black Mercedes Benz came along.
"Saved by the bell." Fulton went.
"Hah. We're outta this stinky joint." Larson responded quick and skated out the estate.
BEEP. BEEP. Adam's parents were here.
"Good game, guys." I said still panting a bit.
"Yeah, but it's late, I gotta go." Jessie reminded.
"Me too, see ya compadres morrow." Goldberg followed, and soon we were all skating back home.
*
"Man, I sucked today." Goldberg said, going slower on his blades.
No kidding, I thought, he almost had us killed. I lied. "No, not really, those were really tough shots from McGill today. You just need to go faster."
"Really? You think so? Maybe you could help me out a bit. What do you say, Captain Ducky?" He suggested.
"OKie. See, this is what you want to do. Get down, block it with your knees when your glove can't go." I demo-ed it between two trees.
"Like this??" Goldberg gave it a shot.
"Yeah, something like that. You'll get the hang of it, in time." I tried to encourage him.
The intersection of Monroe and Amberly was where we split. And that was where we were.
"See ya." Goldie waved as he turned to the deli, right at the corner.
"Yeah, see ya round buddy." I spoke to myself, he had already went in. Man I missed being friends with these people.
*
I got home and headed straight for the ref. "I'm home, ma!" I shouted from the kitchen.
"Charlie, I have good news for you!" Mom sang in a cheery voice.
"Mm..yeah?" I asked, with nearly half a hashed potato in my mouth.
"Well, I don't want to spoil it. I'm not the right person to tell you anyway." She continued "If you really want to know, you can read the fax in Seth's office when you're done eating."
This must be really good. I haven't seen mom smile since she got married to Seth. I gulped the whole thing down. "Done!"
I raced to the fax machine and pulled out one sheet of long bond paper out of it. This is what it said..
Hey, Charlie! Tell your teammates I'll be in town for the next few days, ok? I got a little something I have to congratulate you all about. I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow. - Coach G. Bombay
I smiled. Probably it was another tournament. Wait, there's more.
P.S. Don't get carried away, it's not another tournament, but I'll give you a clue, it means you'll be seeing A LOT of your teammates if everything goes well, got that?
Well, that answered my question. I wonder what it was.. I guess I'll have THAT to sleep on tonight.
Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks. Ya happy?
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks By BallisticBubble
Chapter One: The Quack Attack is Back, Charlie!!
Ducks as a flock, can fly 71% farther than if each of them flew alone. When the leader of the flock gets tired, he will go back to the rear of the V- Formation and allow another duck to take his place. The ducks at the rear position "honk" to encourage and give a boost to those in front. And when one of the ducks gets sick or wounded, and falls out of formation, two ducks will follow it on its flight down to protect it.
"Wow." I said aloud and put down the book.
"What's up, Conway?" I heard Jessie call out from across the room. We were at Banksie's house [ahem, I mean mansion], just us ducks, well, at least those that lived here, in Minnesota, shooting the breeze, doing nothing. It was summer - way, out of season for us, and exactly one year later since our great victory over Iceland.
"Nothing." I mumbled and walked over to my friends.
"Ooh. The spaz finally joins us." Averman joked in his singsong voice.
"You game?" Fulton asked and spat out a watermelon seed.
"Sick!!" Connie yelled, the seed just landed in her hair.
I chuckled. These people were always joking around. "Nah, I'll skip."
I was feeling weird that day, I just missed the ducks so much. We were too old for peewees now. And we all went to different middle schools, even those who were from Minnesota. I looked out the window and just stared at the lawn blankly.
"Hey, what's that?" I called out. There were a bunch of black figures spinning around out front. What the?!?
The others ran up to my spot. "Hawks." Adam answered me.
Of course he was right. What else could they have been? I ran out of the room, just like the others did. We all wanted to see what they were up to this time.
"What do you want from us, huh, Hawks?!" Goldberg got out of the house first and hid himself behind Fulton.
"Oh, nothing. We were just wondering if you ducks were up for a re-match." Larson skated closer to us and folded his arms.
"What for?! We beat you fair and square! Besides, that was three whole years ago! We've come a long way since that." Guy went and stepped in front of Connie "Look, idiots. The only reason you beat us was 'cos you had Banks. You only got to LA because you won over us, it's not fair!" McGill looked sharply at Banks. "You're not a real duck, man, and you know it."
Banks shot back "Whatever dude, but I'm sure not what you are. A hawk."
"Then we challenge you. First to three wins it all." Larson continued. "Use everyone you have, eight on eight, but only one goalie in the net. Got that?"
"Yeah, we got that." Fulton blurted out.
I was just watching it all happen. "Wait here five minutes.. and we'll be as ready as ever." Boy, were we gonna kick some butt.
*
We got back outside, in our skates, ready to play, as Russ called it, street puck. It was perfect. We had Goldberg between the bars and Jessie head-on with Larson for the face off.
Jessie took possession of the puck and skated towards their net, passed it to Germaine and shot it in. Score one.
The goalie hit it out; McGill got it sped to our zone. I was only now that I realized that Banksie's driveway was that big. Connie stole it when he tripped. She went hard for the goal, and fell while she was at it. I picked up from there. And went for my triple deke, One. Two. Three. Bam, it was in.
"Two down, one to go." I snickered at the goalie.
"It's not over yet, jock." He went. I just glared.
Next, he sailed it out to McGill, Fulton and Banks went for it, but he checked them both into a bush. That must've hurt. They got up and went after him, but it was too late, he was already at our goal. He went simple. An easy shot, Goldberg could've stopped that any day - but not today. Two to one.
"Sorry!" Goldberg yelled at the rest of us, who were all at the other side of the driveway. It was Okie, I just felt bad that we couldn't beat them three and o.
Anyway, he shot it out, Larson again. I skated fast towards him and Goldberg and tried to stop him. Yeah, I stole it from him, and then McGill stole it from me and cruised it into the goal. Not again. Now it was tied.
"Ha Ha. You ducks still sure you're gonna beat the Hawks today?" McGill smiled slyly.
"Yeah, of course we are." I said, and returned the smile.
After that, Goldie looked tired as ever and could barely shoot the puck back out, and when he did, it was just enough to get it to Guy. "Thanks!" Goldberg called out, already on his belly against the cement. "Flying V!" Guy shouted. I followed and so did the rest. "Say cheese." Averman joked and pushed it in.
Yeah! We won. And all the other ducks and me huddled around the goal. I turned around and saw the Hawks cluster at their own side of the driveway.
"Tough luck, clowns." McGill spoke loudly, making sure he diverted our attention to him.
Fulton made a fist, ready to rumble with this dude.
"Don't." I told him and stuck my hand in front of him, so did Connie, afraid that this would turn out to be messy.
Then a black Mercedes Benz came along.
"Saved by the bell." Fulton went.
"Hah. We're outta this stinky joint." Larson responded quick and skated out the estate.
BEEP. BEEP. Adam's parents were here.
"Good game, guys." I said still panting a bit.
"Yeah, but it's late, I gotta go." Jessie reminded.
"Me too, see ya compadres morrow." Goldberg followed, and soon we were all skating back home.
*
"Man, I sucked today." Goldberg said, going slower on his blades.
No kidding, I thought, he almost had us killed. I lied. "No, not really, those were really tough shots from McGill today. You just need to go faster."
"Really? You think so? Maybe you could help me out a bit. What do you say, Captain Ducky?" He suggested.
"OKie. See, this is what you want to do. Get down, block it with your knees when your glove can't go." I demo-ed it between two trees.
"Like this??" Goldberg gave it a shot.
"Yeah, something like that. You'll get the hang of it, in time." I tried to encourage him.
The intersection of Monroe and Amberly was where we split. And that was where we were.
"See ya." Goldie waved as he turned to the deli, right at the corner.
"Yeah, see ya round buddy." I spoke to myself, he had already went in. Man I missed being friends with these people.
*
I got home and headed straight for the ref. "I'm home, ma!" I shouted from the kitchen.
"Charlie, I have good news for you!" Mom sang in a cheery voice.
"Mm..yeah?" I asked, with nearly half a hashed potato in my mouth.
"Well, I don't want to spoil it. I'm not the right person to tell you anyway." She continued "If you really want to know, you can read the fax in Seth's office when you're done eating."
This must be really good. I haven't seen mom smile since she got married to Seth. I gulped the whole thing down. "Done!"
I raced to the fax machine and pulled out one sheet of long bond paper out of it. This is what it said..
Hey, Charlie! Tell your teammates I'll be in town for the next few days, ok? I got a little something I have to congratulate you all about. I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow. - Coach G. Bombay
I smiled. Probably it was another tournament. Wait, there's more.
P.S. Don't get carried away, it's not another tournament, but I'll give you a clue, it means you'll be seeing A LOT of your teammates if everything goes well, got that?
Well, that answered my question. I wonder what it was.. I guess I'll have THAT to sleep on tonight.