Note to Readers: I'm on a roll here, aren't I? Keep tuned. This fic's
getting exciting. I also edited the grammar of the previous chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Ducks. And oh yeah, forgive me for all the brand names I'm using here. Lol.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Seven: Very Ready, Very Kooky
"Jessie!" Mr. Hall ran into the alley.
"Daddy!" Jessie looked up at his dad from his position, uncomfortably cuddled at the corner. "It's not their fault, it was -
"Hush." Mr. Hall helped his son up. "Les told me everything on the way here. You better get to bed early today."
I watch as Mr. Hall helps his son up, who is literally shambling.
"Thanks for coming right away, Mr. Hall." Fulton grinned.
Mr. Hall looked at the three of us in our rugged clothes. "No, thank you. I suggest you head home as well too."
Averman nodded. "He is right."
*
I phoned the Hall apartment later that night to find out from Terry how Jessie was. Luckily, all he was suffering from was a black eye, a bunch of slight cuts and swollen metatarsals on both feet. Whatever that means. Also, I was able to find out about Alex, Colin and Randy. It's a good thing Terry's real talkative!
When Jessie was still in his accelerated class, he made a bet with the tallest one of the three, Alex. He bet twenty-five dollars that Minnesota would win the finals in the Minor League. Minnesota, of course, was the team Coach Bombay was on. It figured.
Anyway, the team lost to Washington State in the semis by one lousy point. Jessie could only pay eighteen, and promised Alex he'd pay back as soon as he got the money. But that wasn't good enough for him. Alex, with the help of his two friends beat him up in front of the class while the teacher was out. And that was that.
So, there I sat in Seth's little office room, playing around with all his zany gizmos in there, praying Hall would be fine until Coach Bombay came in.
"Please, please, make Jessie okie." I said aloud, pleading to myself.
"Charlie, you in there?"
I turned around on the big swivel chair to face him as he entered and smiled. "Hi there, Coach!"
"I'm heading back for Illinois tomorrow at dawn, but then I'm off to Waterfront, Georgia in two days." Coach announced, taking the seat in front of the desk.
"Wow." I paused. "You sure are a busy man."
"Yes, yes I am. I just wish I could have gotten a later flight! What is it with the airlines these days?" Coach sulked in his chair and mumbled. "My flight is 12:30"
"I know!" I jumped up and shouted. "You do know about it, right?"
"Julie?" He asked, looking at a family picture Seth had posted on the wall.
I smiled. "Yup. Hers is worse. She's arriving at two."
He nodded. "I know everything, Charlie. Including that video game gig you guys had at Adam's place. Congratulations." Coach said cynically.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to him.
"I also heard about what happened to Jessie yesterday from Mr. Hall." He put his hand on my shoulder. "You did the right thing. Jessie and Fulton can get quite sadistic once in a while, and you have to help them control that."
"I know that." I cackled. "So, Coach, what's the deal with Jessie? Can he go to Eden Hall still, next year?"
Coach went "Well.. It looks bright. But then he'd be playing in JV only, and some of you might move up to varsity and, I don't have any power over that."
"Oh." I continued. "I see, but why? Isn't it the coach who decides who stays in what team?"
Coach hesitated for a while there, he mumbled something, but I couldn't hear.
"Coach?" I said.
"Nothing. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to handle whatever comes your way as long as you stay the tactful Charlie Conway you are today as long as you have the ducks.
I couldn't help but smirk. Tactful? Yeah, right. These hormones were killing me and making me more of a dimwit by the second.
"I have to go now." Coach stood. "Who knows, maybe the next time we see each other, you'll be taller than me already."
I waved. "Bye, Coach!" and viewed him leave the office.
Taller than him? I am so there.
*
"We have exactly four days to plan this." Connie indicated, pulling out a large piece of illustration board from underneath her bed.
Adam, Connie and I were all busy preparing for Julie's arrival over at the Moreau apartment. What was I doing there? Not like I was contributing at all. And I mean it.
Banks coiled a magic marker between his fingers. "Where do we tell the team to meet?"
"My place is okie." I proposed and shrugged.
The other two exchanged glimpses and shook their heads.
"In front of Hans skate shop?" Connie varied.
"Absolutely." Adam agreed right away. "There's a bus stop over there that makes its first round at one am."
I folded my arms and leaned on the bed. "What about my mom? She's willing to take us there in the van."
Connie paused. "Well. Just in case. Always be prepared?"
I let out a sigh. These people were overly preparing. And it sure was out of character, for them, or any duck at all, to actually plan for something more than an hour away.
But it figured, this was Julie. And Connie and Julie were somehow robotically bonded. And Banks? Because they're good friends. Sure, Banks, whatever you say.
Connie scribbled down in round aqua letters on the board
HANS SKATE SHOP under what she earlier wrote
TOP SECRET: STOP OVER DETAILS
"Okie, when?" Connie went on.
Adam put his hand on his chin and said. "We have to be there early. The airport is a fifty-minute drive, and she arrives at two."
I didn't even bother talking that time.
"Give it allowance. Twenty minutes? Ya know, in case something happens." Connie added, grabbing the clock at her bedside.
"Make it thirty." Adam snapped, then at the same time they cried
"We leave at 12:40."
I said as quietly as humanly possible "Somebody shoot me. Now."
Banks started to count something on his fingers. "Guy thinks we're picking up your aunt, Goldberg and Averman heard that from Guy." He pulled his third finger. "Then me, you." He pointed to Connie. "Captain Charlie, of course." He acknowledged me and nodded to himself. "Jessie. I've told. Fulton. Conway's told, I think."
Then he came to an end and they were both looking at me
"Did you tell him, Charlie?" Connie's eyes grew big.
I lied. They would've kicked me out of that room if I told them the sincere reality. I will, in timethat is. "Yes. Fulton knows."
"That's a relief." Connie moaned and started to pen away again.
Banks stood up and reached over for the board. On the board there was even a map of Minnesota. "We meet at 12:40 at Hans. Ride there in Conway's van, take a shortcut at St. Johns, use the freeway, turn right at Road 267, get to the airport at 1:30, 1:50 max, head over to terminal eighteen, Julie shows up. End of story."
Connie hooted. "I think we got it all planned out."
"Connie, someone here to see you!" A voice called from the other room.
She panicked. "Quick, move the board!"
Then somebody knocked and opened the door right away, just as we slid the board under the bed.
"Oh, Guy. It's just you!" Connie stood up.
Guy entered, and sat by me at the foot of the bed. "What are you guys doing?" He questioned, real interested.
"Just talking." Connie trembled and sat back down on her chair.
Guy snickered. "You guys were talking about a board?"
And at that Adam lost himself as well. That was a vaguely strange day, as it turned out to be. "Yeah, uh, an Ouija Board! The thing moved!"
Guy just played along. "Wicked! Who were you trying to talk to?"
"W..Wayne Gretzky!" Adam blurted and I hit him hard on the back. What was he thinking? Wayne Gretzky?! The Great not to mention live, Gretzky?!
He nodded and seemed not to mind. "But wait. Wayne Gretzky is alive!"
Connie began to fluster. "Did he say Gretzky? He meant Brody." She gave Guy a look. "He's a.. a singer! Yeah! A singer, from Sinatra's time!"
"Sick! Oldies!" Guy shot back.
Then Adam stood up "Hey! I happen to like oldies!".
Whatever, I thought to myself. All this to keep Julie's coming a secret.
Guy was shaking tremendously and spoke up after a little "Guys? I need to talk to Connie."
Banks signaled me that the two of us should leave.
"Alone." He added, and soon we were off.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Ducks. And oh yeah, forgive me for all the brand names I'm using here. Lol.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Seven: Very Ready, Very Kooky
"Jessie!" Mr. Hall ran into the alley.
"Daddy!" Jessie looked up at his dad from his position, uncomfortably cuddled at the corner. "It's not their fault, it was -
"Hush." Mr. Hall helped his son up. "Les told me everything on the way here. You better get to bed early today."
I watch as Mr. Hall helps his son up, who is literally shambling.
"Thanks for coming right away, Mr. Hall." Fulton grinned.
Mr. Hall looked at the three of us in our rugged clothes. "No, thank you. I suggest you head home as well too."
Averman nodded. "He is right."
*
I phoned the Hall apartment later that night to find out from Terry how Jessie was. Luckily, all he was suffering from was a black eye, a bunch of slight cuts and swollen metatarsals on both feet. Whatever that means. Also, I was able to find out about Alex, Colin and Randy. It's a good thing Terry's real talkative!
When Jessie was still in his accelerated class, he made a bet with the tallest one of the three, Alex. He bet twenty-five dollars that Minnesota would win the finals in the Minor League. Minnesota, of course, was the team Coach Bombay was on. It figured.
Anyway, the team lost to Washington State in the semis by one lousy point. Jessie could only pay eighteen, and promised Alex he'd pay back as soon as he got the money. But that wasn't good enough for him. Alex, with the help of his two friends beat him up in front of the class while the teacher was out. And that was that.
So, there I sat in Seth's little office room, playing around with all his zany gizmos in there, praying Hall would be fine until Coach Bombay came in.
"Please, please, make Jessie okie." I said aloud, pleading to myself.
"Charlie, you in there?"
I turned around on the big swivel chair to face him as he entered and smiled. "Hi there, Coach!"
"I'm heading back for Illinois tomorrow at dawn, but then I'm off to Waterfront, Georgia in two days." Coach announced, taking the seat in front of the desk.
"Wow." I paused. "You sure are a busy man."
"Yes, yes I am. I just wish I could have gotten a later flight! What is it with the airlines these days?" Coach sulked in his chair and mumbled. "My flight is 12:30"
"I know!" I jumped up and shouted. "You do know about it, right?"
"Julie?" He asked, looking at a family picture Seth had posted on the wall.
I smiled. "Yup. Hers is worse. She's arriving at two."
He nodded. "I know everything, Charlie. Including that video game gig you guys had at Adam's place. Congratulations." Coach said cynically.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to him.
"I also heard about what happened to Jessie yesterday from Mr. Hall." He put his hand on my shoulder. "You did the right thing. Jessie and Fulton can get quite sadistic once in a while, and you have to help them control that."
"I know that." I cackled. "So, Coach, what's the deal with Jessie? Can he go to Eden Hall still, next year?"
Coach went "Well.. It looks bright. But then he'd be playing in JV only, and some of you might move up to varsity and, I don't have any power over that."
"Oh." I continued. "I see, but why? Isn't it the coach who decides who stays in what team?"
Coach hesitated for a while there, he mumbled something, but I couldn't hear.
"Coach?" I said.
"Nothing. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to handle whatever comes your way as long as you stay the tactful Charlie Conway you are today as long as you have the ducks.
I couldn't help but smirk. Tactful? Yeah, right. These hormones were killing me and making me more of a dimwit by the second.
"I have to go now." Coach stood. "Who knows, maybe the next time we see each other, you'll be taller than me already."
I waved. "Bye, Coach!" and viewed him leave the office.
Taller than him? I am so there.
*
"We have exactly four days to plan this." Connie indicated, pulling out a large piece of illustration board from underneath her bed.
Adam, Connie and I were all busy preparing for Julie's arrival over at the Moreau apartment. What was I doing there? Not like I was contributing at all. And I mean it.
Banks coiled a magic marker between his fingers. "Where do we tell the team to meet?"
"My place is okie." I proposed and shrugged.
The other two exchanged glimpses and shook their heads.
"In front of Hans skate shop?" Connie varied.
"Absolutely." Adam agreed right away. "There's a bus stop over there that makes its first round at one am."
I folded my arms and leaned on the bed. "What about my mom? She's willing to take us there in the van."
Connie paused. "Well. Just in case. Always be prepared?"
I let out a sigh. These people were overly preparing. And it sure was out of character, for them, or any duck at all, to actually plan for something more than an hour away.
But it figured, this was Julie. And Connie and Julie were somehow robotically bonded. And Banks? Because they're good friends. Sure, Banks, whatever you say.
Connie scribbled down in round aqua letters on the board
HANS SKATE SHOP under what she earlier wrote
TOP SECRET: STOP OVER DETAILS
"Okie, when?" Connie went on.
Adam put his hand on his chin and said. "We have to be there early. The airport is a fifty-minute drive, and she arrives at two."
I didn't even bother talking that time.
"Give it allowance. Twenty minutes? Ya know, in case something happens." Connie added, grabbing the clock at her bedside.
"Make it thirty." Adam snapped, then at the same time they cried
"We leave at 12:40."
I said as quietly as humanly possible "Somebody shoot me. Now."
Banks started to count something on his fingers. "Guy thinks we're picking up your aunt, Goldberg and Averman heard that from Guy." He pulled his third finger. "Then me, you." He pointed to Connie. "Captain Charlie, of course." He acknowledged me and nodded to himself. "Jessie. I've told. Fulton. Conway's told, I think."
Then he came to an end and they were both looking at me
"Did you tell him, Charlie?" Connie's eyes grew big.
I lied. They would've kicked me out of that room if I told them the sincere reality. I will, in timethat is. "Yes. Fulton knows."
"That's a relief." Connie moaned and started to pen away again.
Banks stood up and reached over for the board. On the board there was even a map of Minnesota. "We meet at 12:40 at Hans. Ride there in Conway's van, take a shortcut at St. Johns, use the freeway, turn right at Road 267, get to the airport at 1:30, 1:50 max, head over to terminal eighteen, Julie shows up. End of story."
Connie hooted. "I think we got it all planned out."
"Connie, someone here to see you!" A voice called from the other room.
She panicked. "Quick, move the board!"
Then somebody knocked and opened the door right away, just as we slid the board under the bed.
"Oh, Guy. It's just you!" Connie stood up.
Guy entered, and sat by me at the foot of the bed. "What are you guys doing?" He questioned, real interested.
"Just talking." Connie trembled and sat back down on her chair.
Guy snickered. "You guys were talking about a board?"
And at that Adam lost himself as well. That was a vaguely strange day, as it turned out to be. "Yeah, uh, an Ouija Board! The thing moved!"
Guy just played along. "Wicked! Who were you trying to talk to?"
"W..Wayne Gretzky!" Adam blurted and I hit him hard on the back. What was he thinking? Wayne Gretzky?! The Great not to mention live, Gretzky?!
He nodded and seemed not to mind. "But wait. Wayne Gretzky is alive!"
Connie began to fluster. "Did he say Gretzky? He meant Brody." She gave Guy a look. "He's a.. a singer! Yeah! A singer, from Sinatra's time!"
"Sick! Oldies!" Guy shot back.
Then Adam stood up "Hey! I happen to like oldies!".
Whatever, I thought to myself. All this to keep Julie's coming a secret.
Guy was shaking tremendously and spoke up after a little "Guys? I need to talk to Connie."
Banks signaled me that the two of us should leave.
"Alone." He added, and soon we were off.