(ESTABLISHING SHOT: Moon Unit Hotel)
(Cut to the interior of a room. KIM sits on her bed, watching the hockey game on her Kimmunicator)
KIM: Good, good! She shoots- she scores! What a game!
(WADE appears on the Kimmunicator)
WADE: I know. They're great, aren't they? Wanna talk to the manager?
KIM: Nah, we get up early tomorrow. I've got to go to bed. Congratulate Ron for me.
WADE: I will.
(KIM turns off the Kimmunicator)
(Cut to the girls' locker room. All the hockey players are standing by the COACH)
COACH: Great job, team. I think you all did really well. Jill, you were in control; Sandra, you were on it; Mel, you-
RON: (OC) Um, shouldn't I be in there too?
COACH: (To RON) No! This is the girls' locker room, you aren't a girl, now are you?
(Cut to RON, who is sitting outside the locker room door)
RON: Okay, I guess.
(The phone rings)
RON: (Calling) Be right back!
(RON goes over to a payphone hanging on the wall. He picks it up)
RON: Hello?
WADE: Hey, Ron.
RON: Hey, Wade. Man, you should have seen the game.
WADE: I did.
RON: You did?
WADE: Hacked into the security camera. Great game. Jill did great, didn't she?
RON: Yeah.
WADE: How many goals did she make, again?
RON: Um, to tell you the truth, I couldn't figure it out. That palm pilot is complicated.
WADE: So, let me guess this straight. You're the manager, your job is to keep track of what everyone does, and you can't do it?
RON: That's right. Sad, isn't it?
WADE: Very.
RON: What am I gonna do, Wade? They're going to want their stats and I don't have them. They have hockey sticks, Wade! They have hockey sticks!
WADE: Calm down, Ron. I could replay the security tape and gather up stats for you.
RON: Could you? Wade that would be awesome!
WADE: I'll get on it.
RON: Thanks, Wade.
(RON hangs up the phone. At that moment, the hockey team comes out of the locker room)
COACH: Okay, everybody, let's get on the bus. It's a long drive to Upperton.
(Cut to the exterior of the hotel. The hockey team. RON approaches the bus, but stops)
RON: Hey, a quarter.
(RON bends down to pick it up)
(Cut to a shadowy corner. MONKEY FIST and his MONKEY NINJAS watch)
MONKEY FIST: Right, when he's on the bus, we attack.
(The MONKEY NINJAS nod)
(Cut to the bus. RON gets on)
(Cut to MONKEY FIST and the MONKEY NINJAS)
MONKEY FIST: Right, let's go.
(MONKEY FIST and the MONKEY NINJAS leap toward the bus, just as it pulls away. MONKEY FIST holds onto the back. The MONKEY NINJAS climb onto the roof, positioning themselves above the windows. MONKEY FIST looks in. He sees RON sitting near the front, and all of the hockey players, holding up their sticks)
MONKEY FIST: Uh oh. (To MONKEY NINJAS) They have sticks! Off the bus!
(MONKEY FIST and the MONKEY NINJAS leap off the bus and onto the side of the road)
MONKEY FIST: We'll follow them and get him alone. Then, I will get what is mine.
(Cut to the interior of a room. KIM sits on her bed, watching the hockey game on her Kimmunicator)
KIM: Good, good! She shoots- she scores! What a game!
(WADE appears on the Kimmunicator)
WADE: I know. They're great, aren't they? Wanna talk to the manager?
KIM: Nah, we get up early tomorrow. I've got to go to bed. Congratulate Ron for me.
WADE: I will.
(KIM turns off the Kimmunicator)
(Cut to the girls' locker room. All the hockey players are standing by the COACH)
COACH: Great job, team. I think you all did really well. Jill, you were in control; Sandra, you were on it; Mel, you-
RON: (OC) Um, shouldn't I be in there too?
COACH: (To RON) No! This is the girls' locker room, you aren't a girl, now are you?
(Cut to RON, who is sitting outside the locker room door)
RON: Okay, I guess.
(The phone rings)
RON: (Calling) Be right back!
(RON goes over to a payphone hanging on the wall. He picks it up)
RON: Hello?
WADE: Hey, Ron.
RON: Hey, Wade. Man, you should have seen the game.
WADE: I did.
RON: You did?
WADE: Hacked into the security camera. Great game. Jill did great, didn't she?
RON: Yeah.
WADE: How many goals did she make, again?
RON: Um, to tell you the truth, I couldn't figure it out. That palm pilot is complicated.
WADE: So, let me guess this straight. You're the manager, your job is to keep track of what everyone does, and you can't do it?
RON: That's right. Sad, isn't it?
WADE: Very.
RON: What am I gonna do, Wade? They're going to want their stats and I don't have them. They have hockey sticks, Wade! They have hockey sticks!
WADE: Calm down, Ron. I could replay the security tape and gather up stats for you.
RON: Could you? Wade that would be awesome!
WADE: I'll get on it.
RON: Thanks, Wade.
(RON hangs up the phone. At that moment, the hockey team comes out of the locker room)
COACH: Okay, everybody, let's get on the bus. It's a long drive to Upperton.
(Cut to the exterior of the hotel. The hockey team. RON approaches the bus, but stops)
RON: Hey, a quarter.
(RON bends down to pick it up)
(Cut to a shadowy corner. MONKEY FIST and his MONKEY NINJAS watch)
MONKEY FIST: Right, when he's on the bus, we attack.
(The MONKEY NINJAS nod)
(Cut to the bus. RON gets on)
(Cut to MONKEY FIST and the MONKEY NINJAS)
MONKEY FIST: Right, let's go.
(MONKEY FIST and the MONKEY NINJAS leap toward the bus, just as it pulls away. MONKEY FIST holds onto the back. The MONKEY NINJAS climb onto the roof, positioning themselves above the windows. MONKEY FIST looks in. He sees RON sitting near the front, and all of the hockey players, holding up their sticks)
MONKEY FIST: Uh oh. (To MONKEY NINJAS) They have sticks! Off the bus!
(MONKEY FIST and the MONKEY NINJAS leap off the bus and onto the side of the road)
MONKEY FIST: We'll follow them and get him alone. Then, I will get what is mine.