Disclaimer: As usual, the only one who owns the Mighty Ducks is Disney. I wish I owned them, but I don't think I will ever have enough money to buy them from Disney. Well, maybe if I win the lottery...Hmmm, I could go for that.

Author's Note: I'm afraid I've been having a bunch of computer problems of late. (Sticks tongue out and pulls on hair) Uh!!!!!! Don't ask. Anyway, I'm not sure if they're all gone yet, but here's hoping. (Crosses fingers) Well, as long as my computer lets me, I'll keep posting new chapters. Keep cool during the summer and GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!! Hope you enjoy these new updates. :)

Chapter 3-The Adventure Begins in the Ice Cave

Once again, silence consumed the cave, until the three ducks inside began to moan and grown.

"Oh man, what happened?" asked Canard, "My head feels like it's spinning."

"I'm not sure what happened," said Wildwing, "I think we got pulled down the hole though by the rope."

"Well, why would that happen? You don't think that that kid brother of yours yanked us down here on purpose, do you?"

"Canard, Dive's seven. How on Puckworld could he possibly have pulled two twelve-year-olds down such a skinny hole? We each weigh twice as much as he does."

"Hmm, I spose' you're right. I guess that doesn't sound very likely of him, does it?"

"Speaking of Nosedive, where is he? I mean, if we fell down here, shouldn't he have fallen down here too."

All of a sudden, a soft, muffled voice resounded underneath them.

"Huh?" Canard and Wildwing looked down and discovered that they were actually sitting on top of the little, yellow duck.

"Well, there he is," said Canard, as the two older ducks got up.

"Nosedive, Nosedive are you okay?" Wing asked. But all he got was muffled response. "Dive, why won't you answer me?"

"Re aus ou're anding on my eak," answered Dive.

"What?" Wing leaned in closer to try to better understand what it was his little brother was trying to say.

"Uh Wing?" said Canard.

"What?"

"The pipsqueak might be able to talk a little bit easier if you weren't standing on his beak." He pointed down.

Wildwing looked in the direction his friend was pointing in and found that his foot was standing on Nosedive's bill. He quickly lifted it. "Oh, I'm sorry Nosedive. I didn't even know my foot was on you."

"Ow." Dive sat up and gently rubbed his bill. "Well I wish you had sooner. Oh man, now not only does my head hurt, so does my beak."

"Good, now maybe you'll keep it shut a little more often, pipsqueak," Canard remarked.

"I will not. And I'm not a pipsqueak!"

"Sure you are!" returned Canard.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not! Am not! Am not! Am not!" Nosedive began to kick his feet in the air.

"Are too! Am too! Are too! Are too!"

"Guys!!!" shouted Wildwing. He had had enough of this silly argument and was putting a stop to it right now. He quickly stepped between Nosedive and Canard. "This is no time to start arguing. Now I say we stop wasting our energy on name-calling and start using it to find a way outta' here."

"Fine, whatever. I'm going to find the flashlight," retorted Canard.

"Good, well what about you Nosedive?" asked Wing.

"I will if he will," Dive said while crossing his arms.

"Ok. Here let me help you up." Since they all had first come crashing out of the tunnel, Nosedive had been on the ground. But Wing helped him up.

"Oh, now my bottom's all wet and cold," moaned the blonde duckling.

"Well, I got just one thing to say right now." Wildwing and Nosedive looked over to where Canard was. He was looking up, with flashlight in hand, at the hole through which the three had just entered the cave through. It was at least a good twenty feet above the ground and the wall it was on was completely covered in a smooth, sheet of ice. "There's no way we're gettin' outta' here the same way we came in." The brothers came over to him.

"Why?" asked the younger one.

"Because, in case you haven't already noticed, the hole we came sliding through is all the way up there," Canard pointed up with his finger, "And there is no way we could climb up there. This wall is made up totally of ice. Besides, even if we could find a way to make it to the hole, we could never make it all the way up through it. It too, is coated in ice. We'd slip and slid through it and fall all the way down it all over again."

"Oh," said Dive.

"Then how are we supposed to get back home?" Wing asked, "If we don't get back by supper, our families are going to start worrying and come looking for us. And I'm sure they won't be thinking to look all the way down here for us."

"Well then, we'll just have to find some other way outta' here," Canard stated. With that, he turned and started in the opposite direction of the icy wall.

Wing and Dive watched him go in silence, before Nosedive finally asked, "Do you think we should follow him bro'?"

"Well, if we ever want to see the surface again, I'd recommend we do," answered Wildwing.

"Yeah, me too. Let's go."