Okay people, I need some school names and mascots! If you can come up with some, I'll love you forever! I also need a job for the diabolical George Conway to have. Something that would make him VERY rich and it should be either illegal or just...well, bad. Lol. He needs a job that will bolster his bad-guy appeal. Lol. Or lack thereof. Some of the past chapters have been a bit well, not angst-y and I apologize. I'm diddling in this far longer than I thought I would. I really DO have an angst-y plan coming up, I just um, haven't gotten there yet. Lol. ^_^

And I have been TOTALLY procrastinating...o.O...sorry for the wait!

Oh, and I have a question. What position does Charlie play on the ice? I don't know anything about hockey so I couldn't tell by just watching and they don't say in the movies. Anyway, if anyone knows, please tell me.

Kate- Lol, you reviewed 5 times. ^_^ I was like, WOW! But then I realized they all said the same thing. Lol. ^_^ It was fun. Meh, Texas to Canada. No big move. It's ONLY a different country BILLIONS of miles away...^_^ Yeah, we get like an inch or so of snow each year if we're lucky. ^_^ Most times we only get slush though...what I would do for snow...anyway! Yes, the long wait for angsty-goodness will hopefully be worth it. If not, oh well. ^_^ Lol, I'm sure you'll enjoy it though. Lol, yeah, I've found a total of TWO MD websites. Both by the same person. [] which is just a general Duck website and [] which is a Charlie website! ^_^ *accepts random catapults of praise* Lol, yes. Homework Kid is cool. Eek, yeah. I would feel sorry for Charlie if someone called him Charlie-poo in real/fictional life. Lol. ^_^ yeah, Charlie ISN'T the most mild-mannered. Lol. I'm glad you liked the Charlie's Angels reference. I felt so smart when I though of it. ^_^ Lol, you got THAT into it? Wow, I feel so successful. ^_^ *joins in singing* "OH CHARLIE YOUR SO FINE YOUR SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND HEY CHARLIE! *clapclap* HEY CHARLIE! *clapclap*" *stops singing* That was fun. I almost did the thing with the Ducks but I'm saving it for later. ^_^ I'm keeping my options open. ^_^Lol, yeah. George doesn't have a very good track record. Thanks for the five identical reviews! ^_^

Liz- Wow, your review posted a buncha times too! ^_^ *marvels at sheer long- ness* I'm so proud! I think you're catching on! ^_^ Lol, I'm glad you liked that part. I was hoping everyone would like the "Charlie's Angels" thing...^_^ Yes, I'm still debating on the Charlie/Julie thing though. This will PROBABLY be a Charlie/Julie friendship more the romance. It all depends on my every whim and mood change. ^_^ But that is my job. I'm the author. I'm entitled to that. And yes, they ARE always by each other! They are so cute together ! ^_^ tee hee...*giggles at Linda-hating* yeah, George a.k.a. Dad From Down Under is supposed to be hated. ^_^ Lol, you just watch...you'll see...*acts all mysterious* Hee hee. *giggles* *snorts* MR. TIBBLES! *giggles madly*...*face contorts to one of disgust* EEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!! It kinda does...EW! YUCK! Bad image! *whacks head violently*...*strokes Joshua Jackson poster for comfort*...there, I feel better...*giggles at the other lovely quotes* Ah, I love them. ^_^ Thanks for reviewing Liz!

DodgerMcClure.aka.Drama-Queen- Lol, yeah. Thanks for reviewing! ^_^

Adriana- Lol, your wish is my command. ^_^

Death to all rubix cubes- Lol...yay, it's back! Lol, you will just have to wait and see what happens...dun dun dun! I could never stand for the anti- climatic. Lol. ^_^ *giggles* I'll think about it. Sugar and sprinkles, huh? *thinks* Yes, I will think a lot...

Nellie- Yay! Lol, sure it does! ^_^ It's good for the soul! Lol...bad for the sanity. ^_^

Sophie my little Bunny (Hee hee...)- Lol...I seriously couldn't think of anything that started with 'S'...sad, huh? So I decided that 'B' was close enough. ^_^ Hee hee...*gasp* BAD FF.NET! *slaps FF.Net's wrist* I HATE it when that happens...*glowers with bad memories* You did? Wow. ^_^ Nah, anger management is over-rated. Lol. *gasp* Longer than Kate's?! *gasps of shock* Lol, yeah. I'm glad you caught Charlie's "casual mentioning* of his mommy's departure connecting with his daddy's demonic nature...you're a smart one! Lol, Charlie is just a tad dense. ^_^ Lol, Charlie MAY be dense but he's one sneaky little devil! ^_^ Lol, yes I could. Oh, that would be so cool! We SHOULD make a Yahoo! Group for it! Lol...yeah, that might be mildly depressing...and yes, we DO have more refined taste!

Sophie my little Bunny Part 2- Lol. I felt like giving you two separate replies cuz you're SPECIAL! ^_^ Lol. And I actually didn't know you updated until I read this. Probably because I checked this first and I haven't been on to much lately. Yeah...Casey did not support her little boy! Bad Casey! They make MANY bloops...They make her a major character and then she drops off the face of the planet...oh well...at least I had the KINDNESS to kill her off...or...something like that...o.O...Lol, you liked that huh? ^_^ Lol, I stroke my DVDs often. ^_^ Lol, yes...I'm buying another soon...I love him...a lot...it's unhealthy, really. Lol, yes. Yes, he is our little Juvenile Delinquent! ^_^ And we do love him, indeed. Lol, yes they can. ESPECIALLY when they're Charlie. ^_^ Yeah, I've STARTED like three stories other than this...I haven't updated "Southern Rose" in WHO KNOWS how long and I have several fics I started, finished one chapter, and stopped again. I'm gonna finish this before I post any new projects. Lol. I tend to be overly optimistic with my time too. ^_^ It's starting to slip away again...I'm definitely no multi-tasker...and just email me at 'gregorysmithfan@hotmail.com' until I get a new one for this account. The one I'm using on this actually shut down like 6 months ago. ^_^ I was too lazy to update it though. But 'gregorysmithfan@hotmail.com' works. Love ay bunches! ^_^ *hugs* Thanks for reviwin'!

Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks. And again, everything about this school is made up. I've never been to Montana much less do I know of any of their schools or whether Montana even HAS hockey teams. I wouldn't know. I'm from Texas! Not that you care! But work with me here!

-Chapter 17-

Charlie heard his alarm beeping. He debated whether or not to get up. He knew he would have to. The day before he learned that no matter how many times he broke the alarm clock, there would be a new one the next morning. It was inevitable.

He groaned and stared at his boring ceiling again. That would really have to change...

Okay, so he wouldn't have to paint anything WHITE, that's for sure, because everything already WAS white. But that wasn't the point...yes, he would paint his room. It would be very cool too...

That alarm clock was very obnoxious. It just kept beeping...and beeping...and beeping...

SMASH!

He frowned and cradled his hand. This one wasn't cheap...his hand hurt...it was still beeping...

THE ALARM CLOCK'S POSSESSED!

He picked it up and threw it against the wall.

Still beeping.

It was beginning to scare Charlie. THE PSYCHO CLOCK WAS OUT TO GET HIM!!!!!!!!!

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" he yelled, muffling the sound when he hid behind his pillow.

The door rattled open and Alyssa ran in, thinking someone was trying to murder Charlie or something.

When she saw him cowering behind a pillow and the new alarm clock lying dejectedly by the wall beeping madly, she smiled.

"I see you found your new alarm clock. You like?" she asked, picking it up and turning it off with the quick push of a button.

He peeked out from behind the pillow. "It's...possessed..." he muttered, eyes still a little wide.

She laughed at this. "Possessed? Not quite. Just very expensive. It's Charlie-proof it seems. It survived the first morning. Well worth the money." Alyssa said with a grin.

Once he finally calmed down a little, he glared. "Hey, are you making fun of me?"

She grinned. "Of course not, I would be much to frightened to tease the master's son." She said, giggling.

"Yes you are!" he protested, now getting in the joking mood as well.

"I guess I am, aren't I? You have to admit, being afraid of a alarm clock is silly." She said, smirking.

"I wasn't SCARED! Just...startled..." he muttered defensively.

She kept smirking. "Oh, that that must be the reason you were hiding behind your pillow, screaming bloody murder. I see..."

He just glared at her and got out of bed. He wouldn't sit there and take that abuse!

"Well! I'm insulted, Alyssa!" he said, trying not to grin. It would take away from the effect.

"As you should be. Now go on and get ready. I'm gonna help Agatha with breakfast." Alyssa said as she left again.

Charlie just groaned again, gave her a quick grin and went to his closet. He settled with a white shirt, a plaid over shirt, and some jeans. He wasn't really looking forward to going to school that morning...

Today would be his first day of practice as a Varsity hockey player. He noticed he didn't even think to check what his new school mascot was. He would be sure to do that soon...it better not be something dumb...

This time he CARRIED his roller blades down the stairs and left them by the door with his backpack and hockey stuff. He was going to eat this morning. Last time he had attempted to sleep in he had fallen down the stairs so he had gone without breakfast.

"Thank you for gracing us with your presence sir, but breakfast isn't ready yet." Agatha said in her normal rude tone. She wished that George hadn't brought the kid back. He was only going to mess up the house and leave more work for her...

Charlie just nodded, grinned, and sat on the counter to watch them cook.

"Get off that counter young man! We just cleaned it!" Agatha griped.

"I'm not gonna hurt it..." Charlie said back as he swung legs back and forth and watch them prepare breakfast.

Agatha stepped back and sent him a hard glare. "Off. Now!"

"What? It's my house too. I can sit wherever I darn well please!" he said, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms and still swinging his legs.

"Don't you talk to me that way, Charles Joshua Conway! Now get your butt off that counter and get out of this kitchen!" Agatha said, slamming her spatula down on the counter and crossing her arms.

He cocked an eyebrow and sat there, unmoving.

"Make me." He said defiantly.

The old maid stormed over there and grabbed him by the ear, yanking him off the counter.

"OWW!! Let go! Agatha, let me go!" he complained as she dragged him along.

"Out! Now!" she said as she slung him out of the room and slammed the door in his face.

He rubbed his ear tenderly and groaned. That had really hurt.

He furrowed his eyebrows, put on his hockey helmet so Agatha couldn't reach his ears, and paraded back in.

"I'm back!" he said in a singsong voice as he climbed back to his perch on the counter.

The four women looked at him funny.

"What the bloody heck is on your head, young man?" Agatha asked with her thick British accent in reference to his hockey helmet.

"Oh, it's my hockey helmet." Charlie said cheerily.

They all cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What for?" one of the maid, Karen, asked. She looked about 21.

"For proper ear-protection, of course." He said with a cheeky grin.

Agatha's nose flared in anger. "Why you little brat!"

"Calm down Agatha. Just let him watch, he won't hurt anything." Alyssa said, defending our dear Duck from impending doom.

"'Lyssa's right, ma'am. He won't hurt us none." A blonde woman added in a southern voice. She looked to be in her late thirties.

Karen then piped in. "Yeah, like April and Alyssa, I think we should let him watch. Maybe he'll learn something."

Agatha looked reluctant. Charlie just gave her a toothy grin.

"I guess this ONE time. But he should take off that horrid scrap of metal first." She said spitefully.

Charlie frowned. "But then what will serve as my protection?"

"You will need no such thing. Now take off the helmet and pay attention!" Agatha said, picking her spatula back up and began fixing breakfast again.

Charlie sighed and took off the aforementioned article of protection.

"Much better." Agatha said with a forced smile.

Charlie gave her a forced smile as well. They would stay on civil terms for now.

"Now come on over here, sweetie." April said cheerfully, signaling Charlie to come closer so he could watch what they did.

Charlie already knew how to cook, however. He had been cooking dinner for his mom most of his life so she would have a meal when she got home from her job at the Diner. Charlie just didn't have the heart to tell them this.

He did as he was told and stood closer to see what they were making and debate whether it was edible. Basing it on his remembrance of meals past, he figured it would be safe. They hadn't poisoned his food yet. Though going by his current position with Agatha, the head cook/maid, he figured it wouldn't be too much longer.

When he had assumed the position April had requested, she smiled brightly at him. "There you go, hun. Now be sure to pay attention!" April had taken to calling 'sweetie', 'hun', and other names one would call a small child. Though to her, he probably did seem like a kid. She was nearly forty and he was fourteen. It didn't particularly bother him so he said nothing about it.

"Stop smothering the boy, April. Now get back to those eggs!" Agatha barked.

April frowned but did as she was told. She began beating the life out of the eggs.

Charlie looked around at the various foods. It was a typical breakfast. Well, not for him because to him, cereal was typical. But here there were home-cooked hash browns, eggs, biscuits, and pancakes. April began telling how she was glad he had decided to eat that morning because she had made the menu. It reminded her of home. Agatha took to rolling her eyes.

"So Charlie, how was your first day?" Alyssa asked.

"Bad...well, okay, it could have been worse. I made the Varsity hockey team." He said, trying to be cheerful.

"Wow, that's good! You an avid hockey player?" Alyssa asked before remembering the decorations in his room. "Oh yeah, I guess you are the way you wear out that jersey of yours and hang up all that hockey stuff in your room." Alyssa added with a smile.

Charlie grinned. "I don't think I could live without hockey."

"I think you very well could. You'd probably live better. It IS a dangerous sport, after all." Agatha said, butting into their conversation.

"What? Hockey? Dangerous? Yeah right. I've been playing hockey since I was like 6 and skating since I was four, nearly five. I think I got it down." Charlie said with a grin as he started poking at something on the counter.

"It's very dangerous! Most hockey players don't even have teeth." Agatha said.

"Neither do Ducks..." Charlie muttered under his breath before laughing. No one had heard him so they were confused. They wouldn't have gotten it anyway...

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Conway? There is nothing funny about the situation! Hockey is bad for your health!" Agatha retorted back, insulted that he had the nerve to laugh at her.

"What drugs are you on, Agatha? Hockey is NOT bad for my health." Charlie said, still laughing.

Agatha was taken aback. "Pardon me?"

He eventually calmed down. "What?"

"Are you accusing me of using drugs, young man? Because I have done no such thing! You children these days have no self-discipline or respect!" she shot out.

"Oh sorry, it's just an expression." Charlie said with an embarrassed grin. She sure was blowing things up quite a bit.

"Well I expect to hear NO MORE of these little 'expressions' of yours!" Agatha demanded forcefully.

Charlie just nodded and looked at the counter. If she saw him grinning, she'd only begin another lecture.

"I must excuse myself for a moment, but when I get back, you better be working! I won't be gone long." Agatha said, shooting them all suspicious glances.

Charlie gave her a toothy grin and the younger maids all nodded in unison.

The second Agatha stepped through the door Charlie picked up an egg and chunked it at Alyssa's head.

She let out a muffled scream as she tried to pull it out of her hair. Charlie was grinning ear to ear. The others were stifling laughs as well.

Charlie crossed his arms with a cocky grin and Alyssa crossed her arms, raw egg still seeping out from her hair. She crossed her arms, a ticked off grin on her face. "You're going to PAY for that one, Charlie..."

He gave her a cheeky grin before she threw a half-empty bad of flour at his face. He squealed as he went plowing to the ground, flour flying everywhere. Charlie couldn't see anything and he was waving his arms frantically. He could hear them laughing.

Charlie wiped his eyes on his shirt so he could see what he was doing. He grabbed the nearest bottle of syrup and squirted it at Karen.

She screeched in protest and grabbed and egg, throwing it back at Charlie.

Not willing to be outdone by his own trick, he threw some hash browns back at her.

And thus the battle began.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Charlie shouted gleefully as he carefully pulled a pancake off the stove and threw it at April. She screamed because it was still really hot.

Someone had taken to pouring pancake syrup down Charlie's shirt so he returned the favor by pouring orange juice over their head.

It was quite a humorous site when one stood back and looked at it.

Agatha walked in as quickly as she could because she could hear them all the way down the hall.

She screamed when she saw it. Everyone was covered in breakfast foods and they were tossing more across the room. The kitchen was a huge mess and it was just, well...scary.

They all paused to look at her in mid throw. They gulped. They were in trouble...

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I leave you for ONE MINUTE and you DESTROY THE FOOD! You are WEARING OUR BREAKFAST you know!" Agatha screeched.

They all winced. This wouldn't be good...

"Sir, I suggest you leave. I know you're father will punish you properly. Now get out of this kitchen this very instant before I change my mind." Agatha said sternly.

Charlie nodded solemnly and began to walk toward the door. As he was about to step out, Agatha spoke to him again.

"And boy, change out of those clothes. They're covered with our breakfast." She said coldly.

He just nodded with the same look. He felt bad for getting the others in trouble and he knew he was in for it when his father found out. It was suddenly starting to seem like a bad idea...