Disclaimer: (stands on podium with notecards in hands) I would just like to say that I...own the Mighty Ducks?! Huh?- me

(audience throws chairs and rotten fruit) Ack! I mean, I do not own the Mighty Ducks! Please don't hurt me. Blame the dude that wrote my speech!

In other words, I wish i did, but I don't, so i can't, and i won't. So there!

Where Is the Fun?

Connie's POV

Everyone had settled in for the night, expecting to get a good nights sleep before of first game against Trinidad the next day. Naturally, Julie and I bunked with Wynn. Fulton and Portman shared the same room; Dwayne, Luis, Goldberg and Ken were in another; and Jesse, Charlie, Guy, Adam and Averman were in the last room.

I sat in bed, reading a book while Julie got ready for bed. Wynn was already asleep, having been skating since we arrived. It was amazing how she skated for hours before moving on to hockey. No wonder she was participating in more than one event.

Julie grinned at me before climbing into bed. "Night, Connie," she said, shutting off her light. I closed my book and snuggled under the thin covers. Reaching up, I clicked off the last light in the room. "Night, Julie."

The next morning we relaxed before the game that night. We were all watching a movie when Guy suddenly decided to wake up and join us. He held a bowl of cereal in his hands and he was munching away nosily on my right. I turned to glare at him, but Portman beat me to it. "Could you chew quieter?" he asked snappishly. Guy swallowed the food in his mouth, nodded, and finished eating silently.

Once the movie was over, I decided I could use some bonding time with the two other girls on the team. Actually, I cornered them in the hall, dragged them back to our room, and locked the door, plopping a chair down and sitting in it. I folded my arms and smiled. "We are going to bond, because without you two, I have no one else to talk to," I said forcefully, as if I was giving them a choice. However, they seemed pretty fine with the idea of us bonding.

Still sitting in the doorway, I began to relax- but just a little. "So, what should we talk about?" asked Julie after a pregnant pause. "Boys? Clothes? Music? I dunno," I suggested.

"You've come unprepared," Wynry told me, waggling a finger. "Shame on you." A smile slowly began to form on her face. "So. You and Guy are dating, right?"

I blushed. "Um…kinda. I mean, I know he wants to kiss me, but he hasn't. We've held hands before, and gone out, but never kissed." I sighed angrily. "We keep getting interrupted, the last time was by Charlie and Jesse!"

Julie winced. "Ouch! How'd you guys take it?" I frowned. "I happily joined them because the Ducks were back, and Guy a little ticked. I'll admit that I was, too."

"What about you, Wynn? Any love interests?" I asked. She shook her head. "Nope…at least, I don't think so. It's a little soon. We just met." That got us, hook, line, and sinker. Julie and I leaned closer and squealed eagerly. "Omigod! Who? WHO?" Julie exclaimed. She raised an eyebrow. "You guys act like Hayley. Scary," she said.

She sighed. "Um, he's a friend, I think. He's nice, sweet, and funny. We're interested in the same things, but I don't know if I'd consider him one yet. I haven't had the time to think about it. Can we talk about something else, please?"

We quickly switched the conversation to music. "I like rock, a little pop, things like that," Julie said, munching on a bag of Lays. "I despise Britney Spears," I told them. "I'm more of a rock sort of person, although pop music is okay."

Wynn pointed to a portable CD case. "My Jpop and Jrock collection. That's practically all I ever listen to. Of course, I listen to the Secret Dreamers like mad."

My eyes widened. "Really? They are so mysterious, only selling their CD's and never being interviewed or having any concerts. I have their first three singles. You?" The conversation went on till lunch, when we ate before watching yet another movie. Afterward we went out to the track to stretch a bit before the game.

"I dislike stretching," muttered Goldberg, "even if it is good for you."

"Well, if you don't stretch, you'll have cramps while you play," Guy replied, "even if you are the goalie." He bent down and gripped his ankle. "I mean, this is our first game of the tournament. If we lose, we're one step closer to going home. I like California, and I want to stay a bit longer."

"Well said, Guy, well said," said Wynn out of nowhere. I looked up to see her stretching beside me. "Where have you been?" I asked.

"Two words Connie-well four, actually. My. Figure. Skating. Coach."

I nodded in understanding. Coach Hennessey was a psycho when it came to everything from the start of your routine to the end, or so said Wynn. We continued to stretch. "Gods, I can't wait until we play Trinidad. It's gonna be so cool!' I squealed. I could actually feel Charlie, Guy, and Jesse roll their eyes. "Hey, I have a god-given right to be excited about or first game."

"I never said you didn't. You sound like you won the lottery. Or a shopping spree." Charlie smirked.

"That reminds me. Jules, Con. You two want to go shopping later when we have free time. I have to buy something for each member of my family before we leave or they'll kill me. If I don't kill them first, naturally," Wynn asked.

"Sure!" Julie and I replied in unison. "Just name the time and the place!"

Portman groaned. "Girls."

"What? Ya got a problem with us, Dean? The last time I checked, you're bound to date a girl," Julie snapped.

Averman laughed. "Hey Julie, are you PMS-ing or something?" Julie turned and smiled sadistically at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" 'Way to go, Julie,' I thought. 'Show 'em how it's done. '

Jesse's POV

"Tonight's game matches the second-seated USA against the tenth-seated Trinidad, Tobago. This marks the first game for team USA in this double-elimination, winner-take-all tournament. Gordon Bombay looks to have his team well in control here; they lead 6 to nothing," the announcer was saying.

Our team scored once more, and we were congratulating each other when this annoying kid in the stands behind us says, "Yeah, high five some more. Man, my little brother can score on these guys."

I turned around and glared. "Why don't you go bother him then?"

He laughed. "I don't even got a little brother." Just then Coach put me on the ice. I skated down the rink with the puck, ready to score. Suddenly a Trinidad player crashed into me, sending me into the net. I retaliated, smacking his shoulder with my glove before shoving him. The ref came and but me in the box for roughing. I watched as the stupid punk came back and said, "He dissed you bad!"

I was going to kill him! I reached for him, only to have him slip away. I sighed and turned to watch the game. Fulton and Portman were on the ice, crashing into any and every player that wore a tie-dyed jersey. Finally they scored, bringing us up to 8. Unfortunately, we lost the puck at center rice, and they scored. Still, we were winning.

Nearing the end of the game, team USA with it out on center ice. Here's Connie Moreau. Moreau, stick handling in the Trinidad zone. Moreau, still handling it, moves around to pass it to Kenny Wu. Wu, the former figure skater, backs behind the net, ducks underneath the check, moves around, SCORES!" In the end we won, 9 to 2.

"Alright, way to go! That wasn't a game, that was a statement!" shouted Coach Bombay as the crowd cheered us.

The next morning we stood taking pictures with Henry the Hendrix bear and answering questions when Iceland's coach, Wolf 'the Dentist' Stanson showed up. Man, those guys were huge. They were even bigger than Fulton or Portman. Afterwards, we were sitting around in our rooms doing nothing, as usual. It was pretty low-key for the rest of the day.

Greg's POV

Dwayne was the only one asleep in our dorm. It was a little past ten-forty when I had an idea. We grabbed a can of shaving cream, spread it on Dwayne's hand, and tickled his face with the feather from his hat. Instinctively, he reached up and swatted his face, wiping the shaving cream all over his face. That went on for about twenty minutes until our snorts and muffled laughter woke him up. He screamed, sitting up and staring at us while we burst out laughing. After grumbling a bit, he cleaned his face and went back to bed, string at us the whole time.

Our second game was against Italy, and in the first quarter, we were winning 6 to 0 with four minutes and forty-five seconds left in the period. Italy had the puck and shot into the net, only to be stopped by me. Italy ended up kissing the ice over our shutout win. They should have never bothered coming to the JGG.

While Coach was off doing whatever with Mr. Tibbles, I went to Beverly Hills with Jesse, Dwayne, and Averman. Dwayne and Jesse were arguing about the name of the street Rodeo Drive as we walked down the street. After bugging several owners of several high-end stores, we finally convinced someone to let us in. Sure, I told them I was Aaron Spelling's nephew, but they let us in just the same. I made a mental note that the overly rich were not so bright.

The next day we were going against the favorite- Iceland. The game started, and guess what- Portman got thrown out of the game three seconds in. I guess the game wasn't going to be that easy after all. We were getting our butts kicked out there. Eben Julie got kicked out of the game! The only god part of the game was when Adam scored our first and only goal. The stupid, jealous Iceland shooter smashed his stick onto his arm. Thank God he didn't break anything.

Then, Coach got all angry at us because we lost! He goes around hanging out with the enemy, talking to sponcers and not bothering to get us ready for Iceland, and HE BLAMED US! How could he do that? And then he made us do forty sprints, that's right forty. 4.0. The big 40. This was not turning out how we all expected it to. I mean, where the hell did all the fun go?

Hey again! I'm sorry for the short chapter. This was only like four pages long! As I was writing I was watching D2, so that's the reason why it's mostly BTB( by the book). 3917 compared to 1800-something! God, i suck. No wonder i got rid of my first story. I'll do better, I swear!