Note to Readers: Hiya! This chapter is complete humor, I made it just for
kicks. I thought this fic was getting too depressing for it to be viewed
from a life of a kid, so here it is, Aboard Duck Airways! Read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks. I don't own anyone. Jeez, people own their own lives, ya know, fictional or non-fictional. Ü
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Eleven: Aboard Duck Airways
The next day I made my second trip to the airport in one month, to say bye to Julie, that is. We were happy, even if departing is supposed to be painful, mostly because Mr. Banks finally let Banks off the hook.
And not like we won't see her for long, the Cat I mean, 'cos in a few weeks, we'd all be together again. So, us being us, were all in our own little worlds, clustered and spread out through the terminal. These were the comical happenings at each little groupie.
"Lookie!" Connie squealed and tapped Guy's shoulder, like she'd never seen a plane before. "That's her plane! It's taking off!"
He stared at her frantically. "Are you okie?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes."
"Can I kiss you?" Guy asked, in the most inappropriate timing.
"Jerk." She moved away from him. He followed her.
"Now?"
She locked his head in her elbow and messed up his hair. "Does that answer your question?!"
*
At the other side of the airport, my three other friends, being Banks, Fulton and, Goldberg, were being lead by Averman into trouble. It was another one of his silly escapades.
Averman tugged his coat and walked up to a stewardess "Follow my lead, dudes." He turned to them and began talking to the lady in a very strange and, very fake Texan accent. "Excuse me, I have to get through, my love is aboard that plane, and I can't bare the thought of not seeing her, you have to.. you just have to let me on that plane! You must! My brother here took me to the airport."
He pointed to Goldberg. "But it's too late!" Averman broke down, took off the glasses and all and began to shed tears.
From, what I hear, at that moment, Fulton and Banks were already cracking up. The flight attendant's reaction was everything they didn't expect. The stewardess was blind to the prank, and almost started sobbing. "Oh my, you fool, tell me, what is the young lady's name, I'll ask her to come and talk to you!"
"She goes by the lovely name of Mary Sunshine." Goldberg joined in and grinned transparently at the insensible victim of their giant hoax.
Straight away, she stopped her job right then and there and hurried into the plane.
Adam punched him hard on the shoulder. "Man, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"Trying to get us a free ride to Texas." Averman stood back up, but kept the Texan accent. "Can't help to try, ya'll."
Fulton looked so stranged. "And shocks, where in the world did you pick up that accent?"
"Dwayne, at L.A., I sorta picked it up." Averman paused and smiled. "Ain't it great?"
Goldberg rolled his eyes. "Don't worry Banks, we're just playing. No real trouble." He looked around and nudged Averman. "Look, that stewardess is bringing some girl here!"
And true enough, a short young girl, around the age of the ducks was fast approaching.
Adam cleared his throat and backed up. "Uh-oh."
*
I, on the other hand, was with Jessie, sitting down in a sea of chairs somewhere in airdrome obscurity, mostly because, I pitied the guy. I mean, c'mon, you just can't abandon a guy with swollen feet in the middle of an airport. Nonetheless, I was doing a pretty horrible job, as I was already at that point half-asleep.
But your enthusiasm doesn't flee with your alertness, and so, when Guy moped back down in the seat between Jessie and I, my eyes, without delay, opened and my ears heard the two acknowledge each other.
"Oh, it's you Germaine." Jessie helloed the fellow and motioned him to sit down.
And so Guy did. "Hey, Jessie, Charlie."
"How are your papers coming along?" Hall asked with curiosity in his voice. "For Eden Hall I mean." I twitched in my seat and just nodded along. I was too drowsy to say anything at that moment.
"Alright." Guy went on and chuckled. "Acceptable. Okie, okie, so all the paper work is driving me crazy. Gee, what kind of a school needs pee samples?"
Hall hesitated, I betcha though it was because of the whole Eden Hall thing. "A cakeater one. He he. You ducks are gonna be okie in that preppy school I guess. I mean, it'll be worth the pissing in a bottle, right?"
Guy narrowed his eyebrows together. "You ducks? You're making it sound like you aren't one of us anymore." Guy sure has been talking to me a lot lately, he's starting to sound like me!
"Well you.." We could hear Hall's voice fading. "You guys are teammates. I'm not on it anymore."
I was silent, but shook my head at Jessie just to show how stupid that idea was. I mumbled, but not loud enough to hear. "Untrue."
"That's pathetic. You're still one of us. And besides, your school starts a whole week after ours does. I hate you, Jess." Guy joked. "Yes, in times of despair, send in the clown act."
*
Connie was off on her own now, after being left by Guy. No, it was the other way around. My friend Connie Moreau was the one who left him. So, nature called and her tummy began grumbling, and so she head to the vendo machine for an Oreo.
"My last bit of summer money." She wheezed and entered the nickels into the slot. "E5. Now I can eat." She rubbed her hands together and waited for the mini pack to come out.
But, it seemed as though the vending machine operates the same way the slot machines in Atlantic City do. You put the money in, and the prize gets won after an eternity of savings gets pushed in. Furthermore, Connie was upset. "You stupid son of a bleep!" She said audibly enough for the French guy at the soda machine to hear.
She kicked the vending machine infuriated as she was. Connie was known for that. And that made her who she is, the girl whose temper never let anyone, or anything that annoyed her, get in her way. "Let's go Oreo! Out!" She went on, louder than before, to the point that Banks and Fulton turned heads from where they were and head her way.
Back there, the Texan beauty was surprised to see Goldberg and Averman. "Excuse me? Do I know you?"
*
The ride home was where I collected all the who's and what's and I gotta hand it to Connie, her story was the funniest. It didn't start out that way, but filing a complaint with a lowly custodian for not making sure the machine worked well while Banks and Fulton were holding her back. Gee, I wish I saw that.
"Give me just one night." Averman mocked and sang as the radio sounded the song of the out-of-prime boy band. "Una Noche. To give me the.."
Connie, who was holding the remote, instantaneously changed the station. And snapped. "My gosh, my guy friends are teenies!" She stressed ''guy''. And that was true, except not me, or Fulton, or Jessie, or Guy, or Banks, or Goldberg. Just Averman.
"And to think we'll be back to that crummy airport in a week again." Banks leaned on the window and puffed. "Man."
"The ducks fly home, I guess." Fulton spoke up unexpectedly.
"Yep. Next week will be the best."
Disclaimer: I don't own the ducks. I don't own anyone. Jeez, people own their own lives, ya know, fictional or non-fictional. Ü
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Eleven: Aboard Duck Airways
The next day I made my second trip to the airport in one month, to say bye to Julie, that is. We were happy, even if departing is supposed to be painful, mostly because Mr. Banks finally let Banks off the hook.
And not like we won't see her for long, the Cat I mean, 'cos in a few weeks, we'd all be together again. So, us being us, were all in our own little worlds, clustered and spread out through the terminal. These were the comical happenings at each little groupie.
"Lookie!" Connie squealed and tapped Guy's shoulder, like she'd never seen a plane before. "That's her plane! It's taking off!"
He stared at her frantically. "Are you okie?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes."
"Can I kiss you?" Guy asked, in the most inappropriate timing.
"Jerk." She moved away from him. He followed her.
"Now?"
She locked his head in her elbow and messed up his hair. "Does that answer your question?!"
*
At the other side of the airport, my three other friends, being Banks, Fulton and, Goldberg, were being lead by Averman into trouble. It was another one of his silly escapades.
Averman tugged his coat and walked up to a stewardess "Follow my lead, dudes." He turned to them and began talking to the lady in a very strange and, very fake Texan accent. "Excuse me, I have to get through, my love is aboard that plane, and I can't bare the thought of not seeing her, you have to.. you just have to let me on that plane! You must! My brother here took me to the airport."
He pointed to Goldberg. "But it's too late!" Averman broke down, took off the glasses and all and began to shed tears.
From, what I hear, at that moment, Fulton and Banks were already cracking up. The flight attendant's reaction was everything they didn't expect. The stewardess was blind to the prank, and almost started sobbing. "Oh my, you fool, tell me, what is the young lady's name, I'll ask her to come and talk to you!"
"She goes by the lovely name of Mary Sunshine." Goldberg joined in and grinned transparently at the insensible victim of their giant hoax.
Straight away, she stopped her job right then and there and hurried into the plane.
Adam punched him hard on the shoulder. "Man, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"Trying to get us a free ride to Texas." Averman stood back up, but kept the Texan accent. "Can't help to try, ya'll."
Fulton looked so stranged. "And shocks, where in the world did you pick up that accent?"
"Dwayne, at L.A., I sorta picked it up." Averman paused and smiled. "Ain't it great?"
Goldberg rolled his eyes. "Don't worry Banks, we're just playing. No real trouble." He looked around and nudged Averman. "Look, that stewardess is bringing some girl here!"
And true enough, a short young girl, around the age of the ducks was fast approaching.
Adam cleared his throat and backed up. "Uh-oh."
*
I, on the other hand, was with Jessie, sitting down in a sea of chairs somewhere in airdrome obscurity, mostly because, I pitied the guy. I mean, c'mon, you just can't abandon a guy with swollen feet in the middle of an airport. Nonetheless, I was doing a pretty horrible job, as I was already at that point half-asleep.
But your enthusiasm doesn't flee with your alertness, and so, when Guy moped back down in the seat between Jessie and I, my eyes, without delay, opened and my ears heard the two acknowledge each other.
"Oh, it's you Germaine." Jessie helloed the fellow and motioned him to sit down.
And so Guy did. "Hey, Jessie, Charlie."
"How are your papers coming along?" Hall asked with curiosity in his voice. "For Eden Hall I mean." I twitched in my seat and just nodded along. I was too drowsy to say anything at that moment.
"Alright." Guy went on and chuckled. "Acceptable. Okie, okie, so all the paper work is driving me crazy. Gee, what kind of a school needs pee samples?"
Hall hesitated, I betcha though it was because of the whole Eden Hall thing. "A cakeater one. He he. You ducks are gonna be okie in that preppy school I guess. I mean, it'll be worth the pissing in a bottle, right?"
Guy narrowed his eyebrows together. "You ducks? You're making it sound like you aren't one of us anymore." Guy sure has been talking to me a lot lately, he's starting to sound like me!
"Well you.." We could hear Hall's voice fading. "You guys are teammates. I'm not on it anymore."
I was silent, but shook my head at Jessie just to show how stupid that idea was. I mumbled, but not loud enough to hear. "Untrue."
"That's pathetic. You're still one of us. And besides, your school starts a whole week after ours does. I hate you, Jess." Guy joked. "Yes, in times of despair, send in the clown act."
*
Connie was off on her own now, after being left by Guy. No, it was the other way around. My friend Connie Moreau was the one who left him. So, nature called and her tummy began grumbling, and so she head to the vendo machine for an Oreo.
"My last bit of summer money." She wheezed and entered the nickels into the slot. "E5. Now I can eat." She rubbed her hands together and waited for the mini pack to come out.
But, it seemed as though the vending machine operates the same way the slot machines in Atlantic City do. You put the money in, and the prize gets won after an eternity of savings gets pushed in. Furthermore, Connie was upset. "You stupid son of a bleep!" She said audibly enough for the French guy at the soda machine to hear.
She kicked the vending machine infuriated as she was. Connie was known for that. And that made her who she is, the girl whose temper never let anyone, or anything that annoyed her, get in her way. "Let's go Oreo! Out!" She went on, louder than before, to the point that Banks and Fulton turned heads from where they were and head her way.
Back there, the Texan beauty was surprised to see Goldberg and Averman. "Excuse me? Do I know you?"
*
The ride home was where I collected all the who's and what's and I gotta hand it to Connie, her story was the funniest. It didn't start out that way, but filing a complaint with a lowly custodian for not making sure the machine worked well while Banks and Fulton were holding her back. Gee, I wish I saw that.
"Give me just one night." Averman mocked and sang as the radio sounded the song of the out-of-prime boy band. "Una Noche. To give me the.."
Connie, who was holding the remote, instantaneously changed the station. And snapped. "My gosh, my guy friends are teenies!" She stressed ''guy''. And that was true, except not me, or Fulton, or Jessie, or Guy, or Banks, or Goldberg. Just Averman.
"And to think we'll be back to that crummy airport in a week again." Banks leaned on the window and puffed. "Man."
"The ducks fly home, I guess." Fulton spoke up unexpectedly.
"Yep. Next week will be the best."