hmm, that being said, I would like
to add that I truly enjoyed writing this chapter. I was laughing as I did it cause I could see everyone's faces.
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Chapter 5: Ooops
When the Ducks showed up at the restaurant, they were not surprised to find it full of kids from school. Apparently, many high school kids didn't know how to cook.
The hostess told them there would be an hour wait for a table with 13 people at it.
"An hour? AN HOUR!? What is this? Sarcasm from God?" Julie asked, holding Portman's hand. Tears were forming in her eyes. Wiping them away, all she said was, "This sucks."
"Should we wait around or go some place else?" asked Goldberg, falling on to a bench outside the restaurant. "We've just walked 3 miles to get here, I'm hungry AND tired now."
"I'm going to die, I don't have the energy to walk anymore," Guy whined.
"Yeah, let's just wait…Averman why did you have to wear all that garlic? You're stinking up the place," Luis asked.
"I'm the only one of you that's safe from vampires," Averman responded
"Averman," Adam coughed, "You smell enough to protect all of us from vampires."
"There are no vampires in a 6 mile radius, at least. This smells terrible," Charlie said.
"Cut it out, just stop talking," said Portman, still holding hands with Julie. "I don't want to hear this anymore."
What Portman says goes, so everyone stopped talking. Instead, Charlie and Averman took to pinching each other back and forth over Fulton. That finally stopped when Fulton stood up and threatened to break all their fingers if they continued.
About half hour later, their little buzzy thing that told them a table was available went off.
"Oooh! It looks like fireflies! Guy look," Connie said, who was holding the thing and watching it light up.
"Huh? What?" Guy has fallen asleep on Connie's shoulder. "Oh! Yeah, it's kind of pretty...hey that means there's a table!" he said, coming to his senses. "Let's go everybody, come on!"
As they were walking in, they saw the Varsity team they had beaten the previous school year sitting on one side of the restaurant. The Varsity team saw them, but didn't say anything. They threw the Ducks dirty looks, but didn't say anything. The Ducks just grinned. The Varsity hadn't really given the Ducks a hard time after the Ducks had won the Varsity/JV showdown. The rest of the school had give Riley and Cole and the other a hard time though. Apparently losing a hockey game to a bunch of 14 year old freshman, with two smaller girls on their team, is more shameful than wetting yourself in public.
As the Ducks sat down, the Varsity got up and left.
"We own them, and it kicks ass," said Kenny.
"Yeah, it does," said Charlie, a dreamy look on his face.
"Let's not kid ourselves here, we trained and trained, it was a tie, until we were lucky enough get a break, we had to work hard for that win," Julie said.
"True, but it's still fantastic that we won," said Connie, grinning.
"I think it was a fantastic effort by me, Greg Goldberg," said Goldberg.
"Oh yeah, right, Julie and Banks had nothing to do with it,"
Portman said, rolling his eyes. "They both made major saves."
"It was a team effort," said Russ. "We were pretty damn good that night."
Everyone ordered something to eat. Charlie ordered chicken strips, and poor Luis nearly threw up at the thought.
"What's the matter Mendoza? Haven't recovered from last time?" Charlie asked, grinning.
"No, I haven't, actually. That was the worst night..."
The waitress came with drinks. Averman, forgetting about vampires for a moment, stuck two straws up his nose and made walrus noises. Charlie, who had been drinking coke at the time, laughed, and spit coke all over the place.
"UGH!" Connie jumped up and her chair went flying backwards, hitting some poor guy who just happened to be passing by.
"Ooops! Sorry!" she cried, "Let me help you-" but she had been holding her coke, and she tripped over her chair, spilling the sticky liquid all over the man lying on the floor. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"
She pulled out a handkerchief from her purse and tried to mop off the guy's face, but ended up poking him in the eye. He yelped. Guy got up to help, but he slipped on some coke on the floor, falling hard on to the man's stomach.
"Oww!" he groaned.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Guy sputtered. He tried to get up, but, "OOOPS!" he fell onto the man again.
"Here, let me help you up-" Goldberg got up to offer a hand, tripped over Guy, and landed hard on the man's crotch.
"OWWWW!" he screamed in pain.
"Ooops! Sorry!" Goldberg said, moving away quickly.
The whole restaurant was watching now, intrigued by these kids who were accidentally causing this man all sorts of bodily harm.
Fulton got to his feet. "Here, sir, let me help-" but the man jumped off the floor, still clutching his crotch area. His eye was red from where Connie poked it, and he was gasping slightly, probably from where Guy knocked the wind out of him.
"NO, NO! It's alright, you've all done enough!" he turned and practically ran away.
Connie, Guy, and Goldberg got up and settled themselves again, ignoring everyone staring at them, pretending nothing had happened.
"Ooops," said Connie, giving a guilty smile. The manager came over and told them that if they disturbed the entire place like that again, they would have to leave.
After about 20 minutes, Portman, slightly smirking, said "You know what I've always wanted to do?"
"What?" asked Dwayne.
"Trip a waiter," Portman said, eyeing a guy coming toward them with a full tray of drinks and food.
"Portman, don't-" Adam started, but it was too late.
"Take cover!" Fulton hollered as the poor guy with the tray and everything on it went flying.
The Ducks threw themselves under the table, and crashes were heard and people around them were yelling. When the loud noise finally stopped, and the Ducks finally looked up from under the table, everything around them was upturned. There was food and drink everywhere, people were covered in it. Somehow, four tables had been knocked over, there was broken glass and plates everywhere, and there were several people lying on the floor. Almost everyone was staring at Portman.
"Ooops," said Portman. Julie elbowed him hard in the side.
"You idiot, you're going to get us thrown out!" she hissed.
Everyone looked horrified at the thought of being thrown out. That means they would have to find another idea for dinner. And naturally-
"OUT! OUT! ALL OF YOU GET OUT! NOW!" the manager yelled at them.
"NOW what are we going to do?" whined Kenny as the group headed toward the door with the entire restaurant staring at them and muttering angrily.
"I'll show you what I'm going to do," Russ growled. He walked up behind Portman and whacked him in the back of the head.
Everyone took turns hitting Portman on the way out.
