Note to the Readers: I rented MIIB and man, Colombe Jacobsen still looks so
much like herself! Still the same pretty Julie Gaffney, ha ha. And me saw
the Breakfast Club too! Emilio looks so 0_0. Oh yah, this isn't the end
yet.
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Ducks. I am not Disney. Connect the dots.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Ten: August Flurry
Wondering what must've happen to Banks was my first thought of the day. Or maybe the second. This was my first.
As I rubbed my eyes and sat up that morning, I couldn't help but notice a patch of white through the bottom of the window which wasn't being covered by the curtains.
"Mom! Seth! Look!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, waking up probably more than just the two. "It's snowing!"
Stop. Rewind. It was snowing, in August?
Seth speedily ran into my bedroom in his yellow bathrobe. "Charlie please, you'll wake up the whole.. Holy Spinach, is that snow?" He squinted and took a closer look.
"My, my, my. Casey, you have to see this!" He went on and on, as mom came in, looking as though she hadn't slept in ages.
I grinned harmlessly at mom. Just when I thought I was gonna melt from the scorching heat of the sun, gladly, somebody out there heard my prayers and dumped a whole pile of snow on Minneapolis. And most probably the whole Midwest.
"Charlie, don't you wanna go out and play?" Mom lit up.
"Well.." I started. "I told the Ducks I'd play with them at the arena today."
Seth chimed in and continued looking out the window. "Charlie." He moved his eyes to me. "Change of plans. Why don't tell them you'll see them at that old lake instead?"
I laughed.
"I can drive you there!"
*
So now, since we were getting paranoid, like Mr. Banks was gonna kill us all or something, I, and the others were happy not to have to hang out at Adam's or get cooped up in the arena. But either way, no matter where the ducks were hanging out, we dug at least some of the dirt out of the soft- spoken fellow.
"Not sure yet." Banks shrugged. "But it's looking kinda up, I mean, my dad's warming up to the thought already." He laced his skates and stood up.
I smiled secretly. That's helps, without a doubt.
Then the color of his face ran out again. "But guess what, guys."
"What now, Cakeater?" Connie puffed.
Banks shook his head. "I caught the Hawks stalking me at the mall yesterday."
Fulton's eyes grew big. "You too? No way! I promise, I saw them following me on the way here this morning!"
"Huh?" I stared at them both blankly and leaned on the back of my chair. "Last week, me too." Gosh. I was too overwhelmed I wasn't even able to reply in whole sentences.
"Darn hawks." Connie sat up, looking at no one in particular.
And the rest, though silent, seemed as outwitted and livid as me. Then Jessie spoke up. "Just ignore 'em man. I mean, how many fights have we gotten into this summer already?" He stood before us and tested the pond. "Yup, we can skate."
"I couldn't have said that better." And soon, I too laughed. "But.. I sorta told them off already. He he." I tugged my turtleneck down. "Oops." I smiled innocently at them. "My bad."
And then the rest shot back at me and stared.
"Well, we gotta practice then, man. I mean, knowing them, they're prolly planning a whole NBA system already." Banks went.
I nodded. "Then let the games begin."
*
"Take that!" Averman sped down the pond. "Gotcha good, Goldberg!"
Goldberg dove and missed it, but it was an awesome dive. One I could not believe. He got up and called out. "Hey, Banks, try me!"
Man, somebody was cocky. And he had me and Fulton to thank for that. Adam skated and played with the puck a bit, swinging it back and forth, left to right. Bam.
"Well, what do you know?" Goldberg glided away from the net. "I caught it!"
"Nice save, Goldberg!" It was the voice of a female. But no, it wasn't Connie.
We turned around and were all given the shocks of our lives by none other than..
Ms. Julie Gaffney.
*
"What on earth?" Guy muttered silently, but loud enough for us to hear. We all raced off the pond, maybe it was just a mirage, anyhow. He he.
Julie laughed. "Betcha I surprised you all, didn't I?" She could barely contain herself. Man, it looked like she was gonna start choking from laughter right then and there.
She took a deep breath and we all stared, still in a state of total shock, in a way. "Snowstorm, my plane can't leave until tomorrow morning."
"Good to see you, Gaffney!" Jessie was the first to snap back to reality and went over to give Julie a hard punch on the shoulder. "What's been up?"
"Hey guys. Sorry for sneaking up on you there. Charlie, your mom said you guys were here so I.."
I cut her off. "Yeah, we get the picture already. It seems like forever since LA."
"Yeah." She pulled me in for a quick yet amiable hug. "Sure does."
Then immediately after, the rest of the rat pack followed and began to crowd Jessie, Julie, and me. And after a bit of hugging and all that stuff and the traditional wise crack from Averman, I got an idea.
"Hey, Catlady." I began.
She looked up at me from her position. "All ears, Conway."
"You mind helping us beat some old rivals?" I beamed and got the rest of the bunch looking at me.
She licked the roof of her lip and said. "Gee, I don't have my skates."
I started swapping looks with the Ducks. "So? Let's go to my place. If your feet haven't grown since last year, I can lend you a pair." Connie suggested.
Julie agreed.
Banks signaled to me. "Okie, you two go get her something to play in, and Goldberg, you go get the Hawks."
"What?" Goldberg's eyes grew to be bigger than a pair of fists.
"He he." Averman cracked up. "Pity you, dude."
Then I added. "Don't worry, you'll have Averman to go with you."
"Aww, man." Averman sulked and raised and lowered one shoulder.
"Go!" Jessie commanded jokingly. "Now."
While they were away, we decided on our gameplan. Since the Cat had showed up, we decided to keep her on sideline, just in case Goldberg needed a breather. Just in case.
The girls had arrived back after a little. And so did Averman, Goldberg, along with McGill and the other Hawks, who unsurprisingly, were spying on us the whole time. "Okie, ducks. I hope you've been practicing."
Fulton crossed his arms and shot back. "Yes. We have. Can we start playing now?"
*
"Let's go Ducks!" Julie shouted from the bench.
We were tied. Four and four. One more to win, for any of us. Banks slithered past the rest of us, guarding the puck like whoa.. Larson spun around me and it looked like nothing but a blur, and stole the puck from Banks. I tried to snatch it back but no.. this game was going a bit too fast, and a whole lot too intense.
"Guy!" I called out. "Your puck!" I signaled to him as Larson moved toward him.
"Got it!" Guy nodded at me and attempted to steal it too. Unfortunately, he missed it too.
It was up to Goldie now. I saw him shake his head and look up and mumble a few words. "Omigosh. Omigosh. Omigosh."
Bam. We all looked at each other worriedly. Then he rolled around and blocked it with his knees. It was that wicked awesome trick I taught him weeks ago!
I pumped my fist in the air and high-fived Averman. "Yes!"
Little did Goldberg know we were real proud of him. No, really. What a way to spend your last game as goalie. Greg Goldberg soon became a kick-ass defenseman at the Eden Hall Academy.
*
Right after that, Julie and Goldberg swapped positions, and it was a deserved break on Goldberg's part, as he only let five out of, like, eighteen shots through the goal that day.
And after around five minutes of her continuously hitting the puck out, and the Hawks back-striking it in, she sailed the puck out the net and passed it to Connie with an amazing zero goals of getting in beforehand.
She slip-slid the rink, if you want to call it that, and made a mean bounce pass to Hall. Man, I sound like a sportscaster, don't I? Yes! It was a solid team effort by the ducks!
"Thanks, Con!" Jessie yelled and played with the puck a bit, making McGill, who was on his tail, extremely fed up. McGill whacked his stick onto the frost, and Jessie barely skimmed away.
He looked out of breath. Reilly must really be hard on these guys they played like they were running on batteries. "Fulton, here, I can't take it anymore." He huffed and rested on his knees a bit.
"Okie, Hall!" Fulton agreed, and adjacently skated up to the two and got the puck from good old Jessie.
He sped into the Hawk zone. I closed my eyes for a while and remembered. One out of five, one out of five.
"C'mon, ducks!" Goldberg chanted from the sidelines. "Quack Attack!"
Fulton's stick thumped the ice. McGill tried stealing it from him, yet again. But it was too late. Fulton had went for his trademark slap shot and it was in. Another victory for the ducks.
And though there were no trophies, not a country full of viewers rooting them on, it was spectacular to beat old rivals. And hopefully, before Eden Hall, we'd be able to make peace with them. One last time.
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Ducks. I am not Disney. Connect the dots.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Ten: August Flurry
Wondering what must've happen to Banks was my first thought of the day. Or maybe the second. This was my first.
As I rubbed my eyes and sat up that morning, I couldn't help but notice a patch of white through the bottom of the window which wasn't being covered by the curtains.
"Mom! Seth! Look!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, waking up probably more than just the two. "It's snowing!"
Stop. Rewind. It was snowing, in August?
Seth speedily ran into my bedroom in his yellow bathrobe. "Charlie please, you'll wake up the whole.. Holy Spinach, is that snow?" He squinted and took a closer look.
"My, my, my. Casey, you have to see this!" He went on and on, as mom came in, looking as though she hadn't slept in ages.
I grinned harmlessly at mom. Just when I thought I was gonna melt from the scorching heat of the sun, gladly, somebody out there heard my prayers and dumped a whole pile of snow on Minneapolis. And most probably the whole Midwest.
"Charlie, don't you wanna go out and play?" Mom lit up.
"Well.." I started. "I told the Ducks I'd play with them at the arena today."
Seth chimed in and continued looking out the window. "Charlie." He moved his eyes to me. "Change of plans. Why don't tell them you'll see them at that old lake instead?"
I laughed.
"I can drive you there!"
*
So now, since we were getting paranoid, like Mr. Banks was gonna kill us all or something, I, and the others were happy not to have to hang out at Adam's or get cooped up in the arena. But either way, no matter where the ducks were hanging out, we dug at least some of the dirt out of the soft- spoken fellow.
"Not sure yet." Banks shrugged. "But it's looking kinda up, I mean, my dad's warming up to the thought already." He laced his skates and stood up.
I smiled secretly. That's helps, without a doubt.
Then the color of his face ran out again. "But guess what, guys."
"What now, Cakeater?" Connie puffed.
Banks shook his head. "I caught the Hawks stalking me at the mall yesterday."
Fulton's eyes grew big. "You too? No way! I promise, I saw them following me on the way here this morning!"
"Huh?" I stared at them both blankly and leaned on the back of my chair. "Last week, me too." Gosh. I was too overwhelmed I wasn't even able to reply in whole sentences.
"Darn hawks." Connie sat up, looking at no one in particular.
And the rest, though silent, seemed as outwitted and livid as me. Then Jessie spoke up. "Just ignore 'em man. I mean, how many fights have we gotten into this summer already?" He stood before us and tested the pond. "Yup, we can skate."
"I couldn't have said that better." And soon, I too laughed. "But.. I sorta told them off already. He he." I tugged my turtleneck down. "Oops." I smiled innocently at them. "My bad."
And then the rest shot back at me and stared.
"Well, we gotta practice then, man. I mean, knowing them, they're prolly planning a whole NBA system already." Banks went.
I nodded. "Then let the games begin."
*
"Take that!" Averman sped down the pond. "Gotcha good, Goldberg!"
Goldberg dove and missed it, but it was an awesome dive. One I could not believe. He got up and called out. "Hey, Banks, try me!"
Man, somebody was cocky. And he had me and Fulton to thank for that. Adam skated and played with the puck a bit, swinging it back and forth, left to right. Bam.
"Well, what do you know?" Goldberg glided away from the net. "I caught it!"
"Nice save, Goldberg!" It was the voice of a female. But no, it wasn't Connie.
We turned around and were all given the shocks of our lives by none other than..
Ms. Julie Gaffney.
*
"What on earth?" Guy muttered silently, but loud enough for us to hear. We all raced off the pond, maybe it was just a mirage, anyhow. He he.
Julie laughed. "Betcha I surprised you all, didn't I?" She could barely contain herself. Man, it looked like she was gonna start choking from laughter right then and there.
She took a deep breath and we all stared, still in a state of total shock, in a way. "Snowstorm, my plane can't leave until tomorrow morning."
"Good to see you, Gaffney!" Jessie was the first to snap back to reality and went over to give Julie a hard punch on the shoulder. "What's been up?"
"Hey guys. Sorry for sneaking up on you there. Charlie, your mom said you guys were here so I.."
I cut her off. "Yeah, we get the picture already. It seems like forever since LA."
"Yeah." She pulled me in for a quick yet amiable hug. "Sure does."
Then immediately after, the rest of the rat pack followed and began to crowd Jessie, Julie, and me. And after a bit of hugging and all that stuff and the traditional wise crack from Averman, I got an idea.
"Hey, Catlady." I began.
She looked up at me from her position. "All ears, Conway."
"You mind helping us beat some old rivals?" I beamed and got the rest of the bunch looking at me.
She licked the roof of her lip and said. "Gee, I don't have my skates."
I started swapping looks with the Ducks. "So? Let's go to my place. If your feet haven't grown since last year, I can lend you a pair." Connie suggested.
Julie agreed.
Banks signaled to me. "Okie, you two go get her something to play in, and Goldberg, you go get the Hawks."
"What?" Goldberg's eyes grew to be bigger than a pair of fists.
"He he." Averman cracked up. "Pity you, dude."
Then I added. "Don't worry, you'll have Averman to go with you."
"Aww, man." Averman sulked and raised and lowered one shoulder.
"Go!" Jessie commanded jokingly. "Now."
While they were away, we decided on our gameplan. Since the Cat had showed up, we decided to keep her on sideline, just in case Goldberg needed a breather. Just in case.
The girls had arrived back after a little. And so did Averman, Goldberg, along with McGill and the other Hawks, who unsurprisingly, were spying on us the whole time. "Okie, ducks. I hope you've been practicing."
Fulton crossed his arms and shot back. "Yes. We have. Can we start playing now?"
*
"Let's go Ducks!" Julie shouted from the bench.
We were tied. Four and four. One more to win, for any of us. Banks slithered past the rest of us, guarding the puck like whoa.. Larson spun around me and it looked like nothing but a blur, and stole the puck from Banks. I tried to snatch it back but no.. this game was going a bit too fast, and a whole lot too intense.
"Guy!" I called out. "Your puck!" I signaled to him as Larson moved toward him.
"Got it!" Guy nodded at me and attempted to steal it too. Unfortunately, he missed it too.
It was up to Goldie now. I saw him shake his head and look up and mumble a few words. "Omigosh. Omigosh. Omigosh."
Bam. We all looked at each other worriedly. Then he rolled around and blocked it with his knees. It was that wicked awesome trick I taught him weeks ago!
I pumped my fist in the air and high-fived Averman. "Yes!"
Little did Goldberg know we were real proud of him. No, really. What a way to spend your last game as goalie. Greg Goldberg soon became a kick-ass defenseman at the Eden Hall Academy.
*
Right after that, Julie and Goldberg swapped positions, and it was a deserved break on Goldberg's part, as he only let five out of, like, eighteen shots through the goal that day.
And after around five minutes of her continuously hitting the puck out, and the Hawks back-striking it in, she sailed the puck out the net and passed it to Connie with an amazing zero goals of getting in beforehand.
She slip-slid the rink, if you want to call it that, and made a mean bounce pass to Hall. Man, I sound like a sportscaster, don't I? Yes! It was a solid team effort by the ducks!
"Thanks, Con!" Jessie yelled and played with the puck a bit, making McGill, who was on his tail, extremely fed up. McGill whacked his stick onto the frost, and Jessie barely skimmed away.
He looked out of breath. Reilly must really be hard on these guys they played like they were running on batteries. "Fulton, here, I can't take it anymore." He huffed and rested on his knees a bit.
"Okie, Hall!" Fulton agreed, and adjacently skated up to the two and got the puck from good old Jessie.
He sped into the Hawk zone. I closed my eyes for a while and remembered. One out of five, one out of five.
"C'mon, ducks!" Goldberg chanted from the sidelines. "Quack Attack!"
Fulton's stick thumped the ice. McGill tried stealing it from him, yet again. But it was too late. Fulton had went for his trademark slap shot and it was in. Another victory for the ducks.
And though there were no trophies, not a country full of viewers rooting them on, it was spectacular to beat old rivals. And hopefully, before Eden Hall, we'd be able to make peace with them. One last time.