A magazine article I read about the Stanley Cup inspired this story. Every year each member of the NHL Championship team gets the Stanley Cup for 24 hours; they can do whatever they want with it. What would the Ducks do with the Cup? Let's find out. First up, Wildwing!
Oh, and The Mighty Ducks are owned by Disney blah blah blah.
Tales of the Stanley Cup
By Ryan Phelan
"No!" Wildwing said for the third time.
"Come on, Wildwing!" Phil whined. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"
"For the last time, Phil, you are not going to use the Stanley Cup to meet women! Right after this assembly we are taking it back to the Pond, period!"
Wildwing and Phil stood backstage in the packed auditorium of Anaheim Middle School. With them was the most coveted award professional hockey had to offer: The Stanley Cup. After the Mighty Ducks won it Phil wasted no time setting up photo shoots and personal appearances.
A woman in a business suit approached them. "Mr. Wildwing? Mr. Pomfeather? I'm Miss Brooks, the principal," she shook both of their hands. "Thank you so much for coming out today. The kids are really excited. Shall we get started?"
"Let's," Wildwing nodded.
Miss Brooks walked out to a podium in the middle of the stage. "All right everybody, settle down!" She waited until the all the students stopped talking. "As you know we have a special guest today, Mr. Wildwing of the Anaheim Mighty Ducks. He's here to talk to you about the secrets of a successful career. Then we'll have a question and answer period…"
"Will we get to see the Stanley Cup?" A student yelled out.
"Yes, you'll all get to see it," Miss Brooks replied. "Now please…"
"Can we touch it too?" Another voice yelled.
"Yes, you'll all get a turn. Now…"
"Are we…" another student began.
"Please welcome Mighty Ducks team captain, Wildwing!" Miss Brooks exclaimed.
Wildwing walked on the stage with the Stanley Cup to thunderous applause. It was several minutes before the noise died down.
"Thank you. It was a truly an honor to win the Stanley Cup. You too can achieve your goals with hard work and dedication. But the cornerstone to success is education. With a good education there's no limit to what you can accomplish."
Wildwing paused. He could feel the podium vibrating. The vibrations grew more intense, spreading throughout the auditorium. Plaster began to rain down onto the stage. He instinctively pushed Miss Brooks out of the way just before the ceiling directly above them collapsed. A floating platform came in through the hole; at the controls stood a familiar figure in tights and a cape, sporting a rubber brain-shaped hat.
"Tremble in fear, you intellectual midgets!" he said, hovering above the crowd. "It is I, The Mindbender!!"
He looked down at the sea of blank faces staring back at him. "Mindbender. Evil genius?" The students looked at each other. "You are in the presence of a supervillan!!" Mindbender yelled. "Let's see some cowering!"
"Not you again!" Wildwing groaned. "I thought you'd learned your lesson!"
"On the contrary, I'm here to teach a lesson!" Mindbender retorted. He pulled a lever. A mechanical claw shot out of the platform and seized the Stanley Cup, hoisting it into the air. "You see kids, I didn't need to work hard to get the Stanley Cup! That's why evil is the way to be! If you want something all you have to do is take it!"
"Yeah, well take this!" Wildwing yelled, firing off some tether pucks. They wrapped around Mindbender's legs. Startled, he pulled on the lever trying to regain his balance. The claw opened and the Stanley Cup dropped back onto the stage. Mindbender fell off the platform. The audience broke into wild applause.
"No so fast!" Mindbender said. He pulled out a remote control and pressed a button. Tiny buzz saws popped out of his belt and cut the rope. "You see!" He cried, jumping to his feet. "I have become an even greater adversary since we last met! And I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve!"
He pressed another button. A door on the platform opened to reveal a bomb with a large red light that blinked menacingly. "Now I am going to take the Stanley Cup and leave and you won't try to stop me!" He cackled. "Or else I'll detonate my condiment bomb and bury you all in a sea of spicy brown mustard!!"
"All right, Mindbender, you win," Wildwing sighed. He picked up the Stanley Cup. "Take it!" He heaved it right at Mindbender; it hit him square in the chest, sending him back to the floor and knocking him unconscious.
"Well, kids, what have we learned today?" Wildwing asked.
"The Stanley Cup is really heavy!" A student exclaimed.
"Well, yes," Wildwing said. "That and crime doesn't pay."
The police came and hauled Mindbender away. The rest of the assembly continued without incident; afterwards Wildwing placed the Stanley Cup in Phil's car, and the two were on their way back to the Pond.
"Nice job saving the day boobola," Phil said. "I would have helped you out but I was in the janitor's closet checking for, uh, booby traps! You can't be too careful with these evil genius types!"
"That's okay, Phil," Wildwing replied. "The important thing is that I got to spend time with the students."
"Yeah. They really liked you," Phil said. "You have a way with kids."
"Well, when I was a kid I my idol was Brad McDrake. He was a star of Puckworld's Gold League. He came to my school once and signed autographs, and he told me how much his fans meant to him. I'll never forget how special that made me feel. I guess I want to share that feeling with others."
"That's a beautiful story, Wildwing," Phil said. "Speaking of sharing, there's this bar on the way home with a server named Lulu. How's about we take the Cup and…"
"NO."
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One duck down, five to go! Whose turn is it next? Stay tuned!
