PLUCKY LINDROS Written by Kieron "Dark Helmet" Wells E-mail: Dark_Helmet5@hotmail.com copyright 1999 Dark Helmet productions After school at Acme Looniversity, Plucky duck waited around for Buster to finish soccer practice. "Hey, Buster. Hurry up. What are you doing all this for, anyway?" Plucky asked him. Plucky has a tendency to just lie around during gym class. He was on the football team by default. He always thought sports took too much work to get good at, and you know how Plucky feels about work. Buster came over to where Plucky was standing and the duck asked him, "Buster, what are you doing all this work for? Like you'll ever get good enough to go somewhere at this!" Buster, sweating and tired out, said,"Plucky, I'm trying to get better at this. I want to be the next Barry Sanders or Brett Favre." "Who are they?" Plucky asked. Buster decided to show him. Buster and Plucky headed back to Buster's house and Buster flipped to TSN: Toon sports network. "Okay, Plucky. Pro sports 101," Buster said. "This is Eric Lindross. Center for the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team. He makes eight million dollars a year, and..." And then Plucky's eyes grew wide and he yelled out," EIGHT MILLION FOR HITTING A BLACK RUBBER THING WITH A STICK?!? WHERE DO I SIGN UP?!?" Buster replied with, "You have to join a minor hockey team and work your way up." Plucky ran out the door and headed for the Acme hockey rink. Buster just shook his head and said, "I don't think the hockey world is ready for Plucky." Plucky arrived down at the Acme arena. "Here we go," Plucky said. He came inside where the players were signing up. "Hey, coach!!!" Plucky yelled out. Plucky ran over to the very tall, dark coach and said, "I'd like to sign up for the hockey team," Plucky said, "but first, I have a few demands. The team has to have a name change from the Acme Coyotes to the Acme Mighty Ducks. Oh, wait. That's getting too close to something by Disney. Never mind. Next, I want a five year/30 million dollar contract, and my own skate, and..." The coach, who looked a lot like Wile E. Coyote, just kicked him out of the arena. "Hmm. Maybe I should actually play a game of hockey first before I make contract demands... Nah!" Plucky walked back in. The coach shoved a practice jersey at him and a pair of skates and pointed at the ice. Plucky strapped on the pair of skates and threw the jersey on. It was a black jersey with a coyote head in the middle. This was just a jersey for practice, though. Plucky tried to skate, but fell flat on his face. "Hmm. I may need some work on this...." The next day at practice, Plucky brought Buster with him. "Buster, your the sports expert. How do we play this stupid game?" Plucky asked. "The first thing we need to do is learn to skate," Buster said. Buster flew around the ice on his skates. Since Buster didn't play hockey, he had a Philadelphia Flyers jersey on. "Isn't that easy?" Buster asked. "Piece of cake!" Plucky replied. Plucky began to skate and fell on his face immediately, his beak bending awkwardly. "Plucky, are you all right?" Buster asked. "Ow," Plucky replied bluntly. After Plucky recovered from his fall, Buster made a suggestion. "Plucky, maybe you should start off a little bit slower. Just take it slowly," Buster said. Plucky began by gripping the boards as he skated. "Hey, I'm amazing!" Plucky exclaimed. Uhh, Plucky? That slug on the ice just passed you," Buster replied. Plucky glanced over and saw the small, molasses - slow bug pass him. "Okay, so I could use a LITTLE bit of work," Plucky said. Plucky tried it for three hours before he finally got it down without gripping the boards. "Good, Plucky. Your making progress," Buster said. "Next, we have to try shooting. I'll be the goalie for this drill," Buster said. Buster pulled down his goalie mask. "Okay, let's go!" Buster yelled out. "Get ready!!!" Plucky yelled. He sent his stick back all the way, drilled it forward, struck the puck, and it slid incredibly slowly across the ice. "Plucky, I've seen Babs' grandpa shoot faster than that!" Buster exclaimed. "Everyone's a critic," Plucky commented. Plucky tried to shoot it about 800 times before the puck exceeded 10 MPH. Buster fell asleep between the pipes, since he didn't have to make a save for hours. Plucky slid over and poked Buster with his stick. "Hey, rabbit!! Wake up!!!" Buster said. "Huh.....whu.....where am I ?" "Buster, how am I gonna get better if you don't help me?" Plucky asked. "Well, none of your shots have hit the net. When one does, I'll make the save," Buster said. Plucky tried shooting again. Not even close to a hood shot. Buster's face got clearly frustrated, and he yelled out," Can't you play hockey at all? You're the worst player I've ever seen!!!!" Plucky then rifled the puck at about 100 M.P.H. Buster got knocked down and the puck went in the net. "Take that!!!" Plucky yelled at him. "Plucky...." Buster said in obvious pain," I think we just found your playing motivation..." The next days drills had several of Plucky's friends and other acquaintences there to provide motivation. The motivation in this case is insulting him until he snaps until he plays well. The first was skating speed. Hamton was going to try to get him angry. "Uhh... Plucky. You play like my grandma in... Oh, I can't do this!" Hamton said. Babs ran over pushed Hamton aside and said, "You green little wimp!!!!!! You are the worst hockey player I've ever seen!!! You should go play for the Tampa Bay Lightning, you loser!!!!" Plucky's face got somewhat red and skated incredibly fast around the rink. "Excellent...." Babs muttered somewhat sinisterly. Next, Calamity Coyote was supposed to motivate him. He held up a sing saying, "You're awful at hockey." No reaction. Calamity tried a few more signs. Nothing. Calamity then got a new idea. He walked over to Plucky and nailed him over the head with the sign. Plucky hit a slapshot so hard and fast it went over the boards and broke through the cement arena wall. A man yelled from the outer room of the arena," OWWW!!!!" Plucky yelled back, "Sorry!!!!" Arnold was the next coach. The drill was passing. Buster was on the ice with him for him to pass to. Arnold began "Motivational yelling." "Come on, girly man!!!!" Arnold yelled. Plucky began the drill, but before he did anything, Arnnold started yelling again. "Pick up the pace, wimpy girl!!! Come on!!!" Plucky started again. Arnold was about to start again when Plucky walked over to him and yelled in Arnold's face," SHUT UP!!!!!!! I'M GOING ALREADY!!!!!!!!!" Plucky passed it perfectly to Buster who passed it back and Plucky fired the shot and got it past Hamton the goalie. Two days later, Plucky checked who made the teams and who didn't. The list had Plucky on the list of those who made it. "Who - hoo!!!!" Plucky yelled," I made it!!! All by myself, too!!!" A loud," AHEM!!" came up from behind him, and standing there was Buster, Babs, Arnold, Hamton and Calamity. "Of course, my friends helped.....a little...." Plucky muttered. The first game of the season came up. The Acme Coyotes against the Perfecto Prep Rangers. The commentary on TSN began. The regular commentator, Sylvester, was out sick, so they had Bugs in the booth calling the game. "What's up, doc? Welcome to Acme Arena. Tonight's game features the Perfecto Prep Rangers at the Acme Coyotes. I'm Bugs Bunny filling in for Sylvester. Welcome, folks to the first game of the WBHL (Warner Bros. Hockey League) season. Last years Warner cup champions, the Perfecto Rangers, come into Acme to challenge an Acme team that went 13 - 37 last year, finishing dead last. "New comer Plucky Duck is on the first line along with a couple of unknowns not worth mentioning. Rick Rabbit and Chris Cat are linemates against Perfecto, who is lead by Roderick Rat, their captain. And, Plucky wins the draw. Pulls it back. Acme controls. Plucky, wearing number 47 for Acme throws it over and it's picked off!!!! Roderick Rat on a breakaway, one on one against Hamton. The shot... He scores! Roderick Rat. 1 - 0 Rangers. A beautiful goal. His first of the year...wait a second. Of course it's his first of the year. This is the first game of the year. Okay, line change here for both squads. Acme brings on their second line. Perfecto brings on their second line." The game went uneventfully on until 19:45 of the first period. Here is Bugs Bunny with the call. "Roderick gets around the Acme defender. Fires from center ice. Scores! It gets by Hamton J. Pig, the Acme goalie. 2 - 0 Rangers lead." The intermission came up. A few Perfecto fans stood up when the period ended and began cheering on their Perfecto Rangers. The rest of the 19, 000 people threw their food and beverages at them. In the locker room, the coach, Foghorn Leghorn, gave what he thought was a very motivational speech. "Now, I said lookey here, sons. You need to get your heads on straight. I said, I said you all need to try harder. I said, look at me when I'm talking to you. Nice players, but a little light on the brains." Although nothing Foghorn ever said made much sense to anybody, they knew what they had to do. The second period began. Plucky took to the ice. He was hit with a hot dog flying from the stands. "Hah! Is that the best you can do?" Plucky yelled at the disgruntled fan. They tossed and anvil, flattening Plucky, with only the end of his beak sticking out. He commented," apparently not....." Plucky entered the face-off circle. Acme was down, and they had no good players to bring them back. Buster and Babs conversed in the stands. "Hey, Buster. How come you didn't try out for the team?" Babs asked. "Would you want to play on a team with Plucky as an assistant captain?" Buster asked. "Good point. Having to listen to anything Plucky says is enough to drive anybody to quit!" Babs replied. The two sat back and watched their pitiful Acme Coyotes hockey club. There players literally tripped over their own feet. It looked like Plucky was the best player on the team (which was a REALLY scary prospect!) The Perfecto Rangers scored again. The projectiles flew from the stands. "What do we do?" asked Hamton. "Well, whatever you do, don't ask if this is the worst they can do!!!" Plucky replied to his goalie. A loud metallic thump came from the ice surface. Somebody didn't heed Plucky's warning. After another anvil dropped, Plucky skated out to center ice, and said a bit too loud, "Did somebody ask is that the worst you cab do?" After Plucky said this, another anvil flew and nailed him. "I REALLY have to learn to keep my mouth shut!!" Plucky said as he tried to get out from underneath the anvil. (Eventually) Play resumed with nobody but Buster and Babs left in the stands. "Don't you just love the faith the crowd has in us?" Plucky asked rhetorically. Soon after the play started, Rangers captain Roderick Rat tripped an Acme player. Referee Gogo held his arm up. "He'll get the gate for that one!" the commentator stated. Gogo took a gate from a fence and hit Roderick with it, and commented, "No kidding!" A dizzy Roderick Rat was sent to the penalty box. Acme had it's first Power play. Perfecto was so confident that they already had the game won half the bench was in the locker room having a smoke, while the other half were on their cell phones on the bench talking to their rich friends about how poor Acme was or talking to their agents about re-structuring their contracts. Plucky was on the powerplay unit for Acme. Perfecto had no goalie. In the interest of being unselfish (when was the last time that happened?) Plucky passed it to a teammate so they could score. Perfecto had no goalie, so he figured it was an easy open - net shot. Little did he know just how inept his team was at hockey. The player Plucky passed it to tripped and shot the puck in the direction of Hamton. Hamton, who was eating a sandwich in his goal crease, paid no attention to the puck. It slid about three M.P.H. and in the net. Acme was at an all time low. They scored on themselves! Acme was still on their powerplay. Plucky said, "All right! Enough is enough! Forget this teamwork junk, I'm going for personal glory!" Plucky took the puck and shot it in the empty Perfecto net. 4 - 1 Perfecto. The siren went off in Acme Arena. Instead of taking congratulations from his teammates, Plucky just thought of how great he is. Only he could get so full of himself on an Empty net goal. Still, he was the only Player to even register a shot on net for Acme. Beyond that goal, Acme got only one other. Of course, by that time it was Perfecto 12 and Acme 2, and Hamton was about 10 lbs. heavier from eating the whole game. Plucky, not caring that his team got obliterated by their biggest rival, walked outside the Acme Arena expecting loads of press waiting to interview the Acme Star player. What he saw was sports channels interview Roderick Rat. "Why would they interview that loser?" Plucky asked. Buster walked up beside him and said, "Because, who wants to talk with a player from the losing side? Players on good teams get all the recognition, Plucky. Acme is... well, not exactly good..." Plucky said, "Come on, Buster. Tell me exactly what you think!" Buster said, "Okay, Plucky. You guys stink!" Buster and Babs then left. Plucky talked to his teammates. "You guys didn't even try out there! When you walk out of here, show a little self confidence!" Plucky said. Hamton took this semi - motivational statement to heart. He walked outside the arena, and was immediately pelted with tomatoes. "Plucky said show confidence. Oh, I know how!" Hamton realized just what to say to the tomato launching fans. "Hah! Is that the worst you can do?" An anvil then hit him. Plucky saw this and said smugly, "Is it just me, or are the writers really running low on jokes?" The next day, Acme had a practice session. None of the players were any better than they were during the defeat by Perfecto. There next game was against the only team worse than they are: The Tasmanian devil Squad. Plucky walked into the practice before the next game with a look of confidence on his face. "Plucky, you look pretty confident for somebody who just had their team blown out last game," Buster said to him. "Don't worry. We're playing Tasmania. Any equipment they haven't already eaten they don't know how to use!" Plucky said. Buster glanced over and saw Dizzy chomping down a hockey stick. "I thought he was only kidding," Buster said. The practice began. Plucky looked over and saw Tasmania players falling over more than Acme players. "I didn't think it existed! A team WORSE than Acme!" Babs commented from the stands. The game wasn't for another hour. Plucky looked up in the stands and yelled to Babs, "Hey! I heard that!" Plucky then got back to practice. He couldn't help but laugh at Acme's hapless opponents. Finally, the game was about to start. The last game was a sellout. This game had slightly less attendance. About 100 people showed up, and 98 of them were there to boo Acme. Babs and Buster were actually there to support Acme. When Acme was introduced to the crowd, they all booed. Buster yelled at all the other fans, "Booing? Is that the worst you can do?" An anvil dropped on Buster from the upper seats. "Buster, whatever you do, never ask that question again!" Babs told him. "Now you tell me," Buster said. The game began. Dizzy won the face-off, but then fell down. Plucky picked up the puck. He flew in on a breakaway and scored. The siren went off in the Acme arena. Buster and Babs cheered. Nobody else did anything. "Enthusiastic crowd," Buster said sarcastically. "Yeah," Babs agreed," hey, fans!!! Let's show them some support!" The next play was almost an exact replica of the first. Plucky with another goal. Acme with a 2- 0 lead. Then, Plucky made a mistake. On the next play, Dizzy once again slipped and fell flat on the ice. Plucky began laughing at him. Plucky then skateD off. "Uh oh," Babs said. "What?" Buster asked. "Plucky got a Tasmanian devil mad. I wouldn't want to be him right now," Babs said. Plucky got back to the bench. Dizzy was furious. He yelled and spun all around the ice, devouring both nets, both goalie's equipment, the boards, the benches, and half the stands. The announcer came on. "Uhh, due to lack of just about everything necessary to play hockey, tonight's game has been canceled. It's ruled a tie." The crowd threw. "Where did they get tomatoes at a hockey game?" Babs asked. "I have no idea. I hope Plucky doesn't ask..." and then a loud metalic thud came from ice level. "Too late," Buster said. Plucky got out of the locker room about ten minutes later. He looked up at the WBHL scoreboard. Perfecto won over Snob Central Sharks 14 - 0. "Uh oh," Plucky said, "Perfecto's beginning to pull away from us in the standings." The next game was the first road game of the year. Acme Coyotes @ Psychic Flyers. Plucky walked into the arena of the Flyers, called the harmonically convergent center. Thousands of fans were meditating in the seats, and irritating humming filling the air. "This is like a Shirley the Loon family reunion," Plucky said. The vendors levitated food to hungry fans. Instead of cheers supporting the team, they meditated on their behalf. "This place is really freaking me out," Plucky said. Instead of a pre-game skate, the flyers were all chanting, attempting to contact spirits to assist them in the game. Finally, the game began. 5:34 in, Plucky scored. The crowd didn't boo. They just stood silence. "What's the matter, psychic losers? Left speechless by my brilliance?" Plucky yelled at the opposing teams. All the players spawned their auras. The deadly aura line was on the ice They lifted the puck with their minds and sent it speeding across the ice and hit Plucky between the eyes. "Ow...." Plucky said. The next play. The auras levitated the net and Hamton at the same time, then they lifted the puck under the net and dropped both the Acme goalie and the net. It was a goal. 1 - 1. A loud meditation hum echoed through the building. The whole Acme bench plugged their ears. What was even more irritating was the way they announced the goal over the P.A. "Flyers goal, brought through the temperal gates over the goal plane by Blakeman, who's past lives included..." After about eight names, the announcer said, "And those past lives were contacted psychically by..." and then they listed ten spirits for each past life, and then announced, "assisted by..." and repeated all of that for both Players getting assists. Finally, it stopped. "Hey, it's finally over!" Plucky exclaimed. Then, the announcer came back on. "We have a correction on the last goal, so I'll announce the whole thing over again." Plucky fell asleep waiting for the goal announcement to end. An hour or so later, someone on the bench woke him up. "Huh, is the game over?" Plucky asked, slightly groggy. "No, they finished announcing the Flyers goal," the other player said. The second period began. A Flyer player got a penalty. The penalty announcement was longer than the goal announcement. They said who got the penalty, who their past lives and spirit contacts was, and then all legal infractions committed by them over several years. "I can't take anymore of this. How do I get out of this game? This is hockey, but it's like watching golf!" Plucky said. Finally, two or three more hours past. Still not over. "This time I'm doing this on purpose. Is that the worst you can do?" Surely enough, an anvil hit him. Plucky woke up just as the announcement ended. "Next time, we decline the penalty!" Plucky exclaimed. The whole team was guzzling coffee just to stay awake. The Acme powerplay began. Plucky decked the goalie, and had an open net to shoot at, but the crowd began chanting and a psychic protective barrier formed in front of the net, sending the puck back the length of the ice and into the Acme net. It was another Flyers goal. They once again began announcing it. "AHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Plucky yelled as the announcement of another goal came on. He ran out of the building, yelling, the whole team shortly behind him. This counted as a forefit. Acme lost. They fell to 0 - 2 - 1 on the year, and dead last in the standings. The next day, there was no game. Plucky saw Shirley in the hall meditating. He screamed and ran in the other direction. "Like, was it something I said?" Shirley asked, coming out of her trance with a perplexed look on her face. "Don't ask," Hamton said as he passed by her in the hall. Shirley shrugged and went back into meditation. Gym class came up. "Okay, I said, I said, everyone do ten laps. Not you, Plucky. Because you're on our hockey team...." Plucky, expecting him to be lenient because he was on the team, said enthusiastically, "Yeah? Yeah?" Foghorn finished with, "You have to do 500 laps!" Plucky didn't know if this was to get him ready for their next game, or punishment for the absolutely appalling hockey team, but he hated running laps. Plucky decided to fly most of the way, but he got caught an was given more laps. He got the feeling that it was punishment. Plucky got to his next class where he was pelted with tomatoes. "Where to angry hockey fans keep getting tomatoes?" Plucky asked. He looked over and saw Monty distributing tomatoes for $10 each. "Hey, if these idiots will pay it to pelt a stupid, ugly duck, why not charge this much?" Monty asked rhetorically. Daffy Duck was the teacher of this class. To defend his green protege', Daffy said, "Hah! Is that the best you can do?" An anvil dropped on him. "I knew I should have voted against implementing a phrase of the day at Warner Bros.!" Daffy said. The rest of the day went on uneventfully. Plucky got home and flipped on the TV He saw the replay from a hockey game player the previous night. He saw Eric Lindros. He found himself getting excited as he watched. When San Jose tough guy Bryan Marchment hit Eric, Lindros got right back up. Plucky yelled out, "Hah! Is that the best you can do?" Anvil rain ensued. Plucky was out cold on the floor. He dreamed while he was out. He saw himself on the ice as Eric Lindros, captain of the Philadelphia Flyers. "This is great!! I'm huge!! I'm muscular!!! I actually have a team around me that can play hockey!!!" Plucky dreamt of being Eric. He was semi - revived from the anvil, and so he began acting out what he was doing in his dream in real life without even realizing it. Buster and Babs had let themselves in his house and saw him flopping around on the ground yelling, "Take that, Owen Nolan!!!!!!" Buster said, "Maybe we didn't catch him at the best time." Buster and Babs then left. The next day, there was a game. The Bridgeville Opossums, with the Opossum family from How I Spent My Vacation. The game was 2 - 2 in the third when the opossum side began looking at Plucky and their jaws began to water. Suddenly, they felt hungry. Fowlmouth, a third line player thought they were looking at him, so he got on the ice, and began yelling at them. "What's the big idea you ****ing loser?" Then Fowlmouth punched him out. Acme just found their tough player. The opossum got beaten into the ice, and Fowlmouth was kicked out. The crowd in Acme finally cheered something. Plucky got a little over excited by the violent outbreak in the game. He rushed onto the ice for the next shift. During this shift, he was nailed from behind. Plucky got mad. (Do we all remember how Plucky plays when he gets mad?). Plucky, his eyes nearly blood red, rushed over to the opossum player and checked him hard, stole the puck, and scored. 3 -2 Acme with 5:00 left in the game. For the first time this season, the Acme crowd cared when the team scored. Acme's first lead of the year at home. The game wound down. The opossums dumped it in. The puck was next to the net, but the next opposing line was on the ice. Hamton, the Acme goalie, saw the puck and thought, "Should I or shouldn't I?" If he played it, he might give it away, but if he didn't, the other team might get it. Hamton took a while to decide, but he finally went for it. He accidentally hit a player from the other team and foiled a potential scoring chance. Hamton said, "Oops. Sorry." Plucky came back into the Acme zone and took the puck. Plucky held it until the game ended. Acme finally won a game! Plucky got back into the locker room. The team celebrated. Plucky stood up and said, "Thanks for your applause. Thanks to me carrying this team, we won!" The atmosphere in the locker room suddenly got hostile. Everyone on the team and in the coaching staff glared at the egotistical duck. "Okay, so I guess... you guys helped... a little... bit..." Plucky sputtered. Plucky got out of that room unscaved, but next time he would have to keep his mouth shut. At school the next day, Plucky bragged about his amazing hockey game. "I flew down the wing, making moves that would make Jaromir Jagr jealous! I was amazing. Their goalie was stunned as I shot and...." Then Plucky noticed Buster and Babs standing there. "Ahem, Plucky," Buster said. "Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating just a little bit...." Plucky was about to bite into the greasy lunch in the Acme cafeteria when coach Foghorn Leghorn came in and took the plate from him. "My players must keep on a strict diet! Here, have some gruel," the coach said. Plucky got very disgusted and threw the disgusting gruel away. Hamton, also a player on the team, ate his quickly. "How can you eat that?" Plucky asked. "I don't know. Health food is against what I am, but food is food!" Hamton replied. Plucky walked to his next class. Once again, the day closed uneventfully. Montana heard about Acme's hockey team winning one, and he got an idea. "If people will waste money on a loser hockey team like the Acme Coyotes, then I wonder how much I could make with a GOOD hockey team?" Montana decided to form his own team for the WBHL. "My team will be... hmmm.... Montana Max Kings! What a great name! Now, as for players. Hmm. I'll just make a few calls to some of those greedy NHLers. I'm sure they'd take the pay increase in a second! Think of how much people will pay to see these guys in Acme Acres!!!" Monty called up a lot of NHL agents. Monty had never been laughed at so many times in one day. "Okay, plan b. Buy out an existing team." Monty went out and purchased a team, and promptly renamed them the Kings, and put his own face on their jerseys. On the day of their next game, Acme players learned Monty bought a team. "Great, we have to deal with that loser in our league!" Plucky exclaimed. Acme won the game, but they looked at their schedule and discovered their next opponent was the Montana Max Kings. Monty's first game in charge was the game against Acme. At the game, Monty sat on the bench. He muttered to himself, "There's no way Acme's gonna win this game! I'll make sure of that, with my new device of course. Calamity, my new device!!" Calamity Coyote, the assistant coach of the Montana Max Kings, brought Monty something he bought on the Acme shop at home channel, the Acme sport cheater 9000, hockey version. The game started. "This is gonna be great!" Monty exclaimed quietly with obvious glee in his voice. The game began. Acme won the draw, but with the push of a button, Monty got control of the puck with a small joystick on the cheating device. He sped the puck down the ice and past Hamton. 1 - 0 Kings. The next play was similar. Acme won the face-off. A few minutes later, an Acme player stole the puck and headed off down the ice. A siren blared, but it wasn't the goal sound. Arnold the pitbull came out on the ice and picked up the Acme player by the jersey. "You little girly man!!! You stole the puck, so I'm taking you downtown for a little questioning. You'll do hard time for this!!" Arnold, with a security guard suit on, took the Acme player out of the games and into a squad car. The cheat machine was working. The second period came up with the Kings still leading one nothing. A Kings player got on a breakaway and headed off down the ice. Hamton was playing the breakaway perfectly, until Monty pressed a few buttons on his cheat machine and a small hand stuck out of the end, holding up a sandwich. When Hamton saw the sandwich, he skated out of his net and over to grab it. Monty's team now had an open net to shoot at, and they scored. 2 - 0 Kings. The third rolled around. Still 2 - 0 Kings. Acme looked to be in trouble. Acme couldn't understand what was happening to them. The Kings were as bad as them the year before. Things were about to get worse. An Acme player barely checked the Kings player, but in practice, the Montana Max team was taught the fine art of diving. About ten seconds after the hit, the Kings player threw himself down on the ice. It was called as a penalty. The Kings got a powerplay. On this powerplay, the Kings would make things worse. Acme was about to get a steal but with a press of a few buttons on the cheat machine, a magnet popped out and pulled a few Acme players away from the play. There was a clear path to the net and once again, the Kings scored. "Something seems strange about this!" Plucky said. Fowlmouth was on the next line. And, he was mad about how this game was going. Right off the face-off, Fowlmouth dropped the gloves and was in a fight. He knocked down a Kings player and then went over to the Kings bench. He began punching at nothing in particular, but ended up hitting the cheat machine, breaking it with a single punch. "NO!!!! MY CHEAT MACHINE!!!!" Monty yelled. Gogo, the referee, skated over and said, "Cheat machine? You're out of here!" Then, Gogo kicked Monty out (literally booting him into the stands and the Kings were all removed from the game. Acme was given the victory by default, and Monty (to say the least) was not happy about it. In the Kings locker room, Montana Max was enraged over the loss. "Ahhh!!!! I can't believe we lost to those losers!!! You pathetic wimps blew it!!!" Acme couldn't really celebrate. They won by default. Montana Max was fined $50,000 dollars. Pocket change to the spoiled brat. The next day at school, Monty was running short on new ideas to sabotage the Acme Hockey team. Monty said sinisterly, "It would be a shame if Plucky had a little... accident. Heh heh heh..." He hid himself as Acme's premier player, Plucky Duck, walked down the hall. Monty at first tried the oldest trick in the book: the banana peel trick. Monty threw the peel down in Plucky's walking path. Plucky stepped right over it with nothing occurring. Monty was perplexed at this. "Huh? I don't get it! This cheap trick always works! This banana peel must be defective!!!" Montana Max than ran over and tested the banana peel by walking over it. He slipped and fell on it. Buster happened to be walking by as Montana was still on the tiled Acme Looniversity floor. "Monty, you should really watch out for the garbage some idiot threw on the floor," Buster said. Monty's face grew red. The next opportunity for Monty to put Acme's All star forward out of commission came in second period gym class. Plucky had to climb a rope in this class. Monty waited at the top as Plucky began his upwards climb. "This is gonna be great..." Monty muttered to himself. He pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the rope at the top. Oddly enough, Plucky completed the climb and flew to the gym floor below. The teacher Foghorn Leghorn yelled out, "Good job, son. Now, where is that Montana Max kid?" Monty rushed down from the upper level of the gym and began to climb the rope. The rope still had yet to give way and fall. That was until Montana Max reached the top. When Monty got to the top he saw the cut rope and said, "Uh oh." Then, the rope finally collapsed and Montana descended into the hard floor below. "Owww...." Monty muttered. The whole class laughed. Montana needed another plan to deal with Plucky. Instead on relying on his own feeble brain to devise a plan to get rid of Plucky, he decided to get the smartest corrupt person he knew: Calamity Coyote, who was an assistant coach on the Montana Max Kings team. "So, can you help me out?" Monty asked him after explaining what he wanted to do. The two consulted about a plan to get Plucky away from public view in Calamity's personal lab in Acme Looniversity. Calamity had a very simple plan. One to take advantage of Plucky's greed. This was very easy, but they decided to hold off until they played Acme again. Their reasoning was let Acme become more reliant on Plucky and then take that away from them. Their whole offense would be disrupted. They figured the other player doing something to get this team motivated, Fowlmouth, would get himself suspended from the league with his mouth and prompt and frequent dropping of the gloves for fights. The WBHL couldn't put up with him for much longer. The next Kings game was played that night. They got beaten 4 - 0. The Kings were a bad team when they didn't cheat, but they had no time to devise a plan to cheat their way out of this one. Acme didn't play that night, but in the back of everyone's mind was how Perfecto prep was doing. Nobody liked them, and since they were the champs, everyone was gunning for them. The Perfecto Prep Rangers won again. They cheated, of course, but they still won. They were now 7 - 1 - 0 on the year (seven wins, one loss, no ties). The next game between Acme and the Kings came up, with the plan to get rid of Acme's top sniper about to take effect. The Acme Looniversity media was trying to get an interview with Plucky, who today had been named Captain of Acme. "If Plucky's ego was big before, I'm afraid of what it's going to be with that big "C" on his jersey!" Babs said from the seats in the Acme Arena. Plucky was about to address the Acme media when somebody yelled out to Plucky, "Hey! Duck! I'll give you $2,000 for an exclusive interview before the game. No other reporters!" Plucky walked over and followed this person into a room in the Acme Arena. Plucky was taken into a small room where the reporter took off the mask and revealed Montana Max. Monty tied up Plucky and kept him in this room. "You're not going to beat us this time!" Monty said to him. Plucky could only make a noise through the muffle placed on his mouth. Back at the ice level, Buster saw the Acme players come out for the pregame skate, but Plucky wasn't around. "Babs, something's wrong . Plucky didn't come out for the skate. Should we go check where he is?" Buster asked. "You go check the locker room. I'll stay here," Babs replied. Buster ran down to the locker room. The security guard in front was asleep, so Buster just walked in. He didn't see Plucky anywhere. "Hmm. I wonder where he is. You'd think on his first night as captain he'd rush right out there!" Buster said. Buster rushed back to the stands and told Babs. "We have to find him. He IS this team!" Babs said. "Okay, you check around the arena. Until then, I'll trick the crowd so nobody gets suspicious," Buster said. They both headed off into opposite directions. Buster's first stop was at the concession stands. He bought a # 47 Plucky Duck jersey with the new "C" on it. He then pulled out a green duck mask. Buster ran down to the locker room and took some of the extra equipment and ran to the bench just as the national anthem ended. "Plucky, you're late!" Somebody from down the bench yelled. Buster, trying not to expose himself as an impostor just said very quietly, "Sorry." Babs, meanwhile was looking in every possible room she could find in the large arena . Several angry yells were heard as Babs checked every men's room in the building. Back on the ice, Monty glanced over at the Acme bench and saw a # 47 over on the Acme bench. "Huh? How did that dippy duck get out of there? Calamity!!!!!!" Monty yelled over on the bench. Calamity walked up to his enraged coach. Monty grabbed his by his collar of his suit and yelled at him, "You idiot!!! Plucky got out!!!! Go over there and get him and bring him back!!!!" Calamity began to head over to the other bench. Calamity came back to the Kings bench with bandages and bruises. "What happened to you?" Monty asked. Calamity held up a sign that said, "Fowlmouth recognized me." Monty asked back," so?" Then. Monty looked over to the ice and saw Fowlmouth in a fight with a Kings player, pummeling him mercilessly. "Oh, that's what happened..." Meanwhile, Babs looked up at one of the monitors around the arena. Although they showed the game, she was looking for rooms she may have previously overlooked. "Where could that duck be?" she asked herself. It was becoming a very frustrating search. Back at ice level, Acme just scored. Monty was becoming irate over on the bench. "AHH!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY SCORED!!!!!!!" Monty yelled out, "CALAMITY, GET THAT DUCK NOW!!!!!!!!!" Calamity headed back for the other bench, feeling like he was walking to his own execution. By the time Calamity got there, period one was over with Acme leading 1 - 0 over the Kings. Calamity knocked on the door. When an Acme player answered, Calamity lifted a sign that said, "Can I speak to Plucky?" Most Acme players wouldn't know who the assistant coach of an opposing team was, but Buster knew the face. The Acme player told him no, but Buster decided to follow him. Babs happened to be walking to the Acme locker room to give him a report on her search when she saw Calamity leaving. Buster crept out and saw Babs there. "Psst. Babs, over here. We have to follow Calamity. Maybe he can lead us to Plucky," Buster said. The two followed behind him. Calamity, completely oblivious to the presence of the two Acme supporters, was giving his status on the Plucky Duck situation. "What do you mean you couldn't get to him?" Monty yelled in his usual abrasive voice. "Let's get back to where he took him and see if we can come up with a new plan." Buster and Babs followed them and found the room. Plucky was still in there. "What? I thought he got loose!" Monty said, confused. He then heard a loud slam behind him and saw another Plucky and Babs standing there. "What's going on?" Montana yelled. Buster removed the mask, and rushed over to untie Plucky. "Hah! You lead us right to him!" Buster said. Monty began a tantrum, yelling, "No!!! Not by the rabbit!!! Anybody but the rabbit!!!!" The second period began with the real Plucky on the bench. Monty stupidly showed his face on the bench again. The ref was called over and told what happened. "What do you want me to do? Kick him out?" The ref asked. "I have a better plan!" Plucky said. They sent Fowlmouth over to deal with Monty. The punches from the Acme enforcer could be heard throughout the Arena. The Kings were once again forced to forfeit the game. Acme beat Monty's team again. The next day, Montana Max was suspended from Acme and his team was kicked out of the WBHL. Now he was really after the Acme team. After a few more weeks, the 30 game schedule was finally coming to a close. The top eight teams made the playoffs. There were 20 teams. Acme was four points out of a playoff spot, and two games left. Each win gives two points, so they would need to win both games and have the Psychic Flyers ( the current eighth place team ) lose both remaining games. It didn't seem to likely to happen. What may be just as bad, Perfecto already locked up top spot ( again ). At an Acme team meeting, they discussed how they could prevent the Flyers from winning. "How can we stop them if we don't cheat like Monty's team did?" Plucky asked. Nobody could answer that question. "We can't do it unless we cheat like Monty did," Plucky said. After three hours, nobody came up with anything. Plucky and everyone else left the team meeting. Meanwhile, Perfecto just got shutout for the third straight game. They held a team meeting of their own. "We need more offense. But, where can we find a player from a loser team that's still good?" Roderick asked. "What about that irritating green duck on Acme. They're losers, but he's up for league MVP," another Perfecto player suggested. The next day, two Perfecto Rangers players grabbed Plucky from outside of Acme Looniversity. "Plucky, we need to talk," Roderick Rat said to him. "What do you losers want? I have to practice for tonight's game," Plucky said. "Oh, you feathered fool! Can't you see that Acme is terrible? Why don't you join the winning team?" Roderick asked him. "Now, why would I join you?" asked Plucky. "Because, we have money," he replied. Plucky's eyes grew wide. "Did you say money?" Roderick nodded his head yes. Plucky could hardly believe it. This was his whole reason for starting to play hockey in the first place. "So, do you want to play for Perfecto or not?" Roderick asked him. "Of course!" Plucky replied. Plucky signed a contract without even reading it. Then, Roderick gave him his jersey. "Go to the Perfecto Center tonight at 6:00 to get ready for the game tonight," Roderick told him. Plucky turned around after concealing his new Perfecto jersey. He walked into Acme loo, feeling very paranoid somebody would discover that he defected to a new team. Plucky went to his locker. "Hi, Plucky," Hamton said. "What do you want? I'm not hiding anything!!!!!" Plucky yelled back. Hamton walked away without saying another word. Plucky, trying to stay out of public view, walked into his first period class and sat down away from everybody. "So, Plucky, ready for tonight's hockey game?" asked Buster. "What? How did you know about me playing hockey tonight?" Plucky yelled nervously. "Acme plays tonight, remember?" Buster asked. "Oh... right... Acme..." Plucky quietly said. Later that day in gym, Foghorn Leghorn gave the class a speech about team loyalty. At the end of it, Plucky stood up and yelled, "Stop harassing me!!!!!" Then he ran out of the class. The whole class looked puzzled. At lunch, Buster approached Plucky who was sitting alone and said, "Plucky, I need to talk to you. You've been acting really weird lately, even for you!" Plucky stuttered, "...Weird... what do you mean by... weird?" "Well, you've been avoiding everybody, and you went a little bit nuts in our gym class. What's going on with you?" Buster asked. "Nothing!" Plucky yelled and ran out of the cafeteria. That night, Plucky showed up at the Perfecto Center. "Wow, This place is much better than that old Acme Arena!" Plucky said. Butlers served fans in their seats. Tickets cost $5,000 for the front row. Champagne was the main beverage served there. Instead of cheering, the snobbish fans would clap in unison. Not exactly the most exciting place to view a hockey game. Plucky was handed all of his equipment, and he asked Roderick, "When do I get paid?" Roderick got somewhat upset by the question, but pushed back the anger and said, "Uuh... soon, Plucky." Plucky walked out to the pregame skate. They looked across and saw tonight's opponent, the worst team in the league: The WB Accountants. The game began simultaneously with the Acme game. Everyone in the nearly sold out Acme Arena was asking the same question: where's Plucky? After he didn't show up, they put the "C" on another players jersey. On Perfecto, Plucky wasn't named Captain: that honor costs thousands, no matter how good you are. Plucky was given an "A" for assistant captain on his jersey. The two games went opposite ways at first. Perfecto was up 2 - 0 at the end of one period where Acme trailed 2 - 0. The other game Acme fans had to watch was the game involving the Flyers. The flyers were down 3 - 0. The second began with Plucky scoring his first goal as a Ranger. 3 - 0 Rangers. Acme got on the board and trailed 2 - 1. The Flyers fell behind 5 - 0, so if Acme could win, their playoff hopes remained alive. The Perfecto game ended up in a walk for Perfecto. 7 - 1 Rangers was the final score. Plucky netted two goals in the victory. Back in Acme, The Coyotes tied it up 2 -2, but a tie did them no good. They needed a win (and they sure could use Plucky!). The final seconds of OT. Acme scored and kept their season alive. The Flyers got beaten badly ( 8 - 0 ) so Acme's chances weren't dead (yet). The final day of the season rolled around. Acme won and the Flyers lost, so Acme qualified for the playoffs and because they were eight place, their opponent was first place Perfecto. The last game was on a Saturday, and Game one of the first round playoff series was Monday night. Monday at school, everyone kept asking Plucky where he'd been. Plucky's intention was to let them all find out that he switched teams by seeing him at the playoff game tonight, but he would be exposed before then. "Plucky, where were you for the last two days? Acme made the playoffs and you missed it!" Buster said. Before Plucky could answer, Roderick Rat emerged and said, "Listen, loser. Plucky's joined the winning team now. Get lost!" Roderick left, leaving Plucky to deal with incensed school mates. "Plucky, how could you betray Acme like that?" Buster asked him, a look of dispise in his eyes. "Well... uh... money," Plucky said. "Money? You sold us out?!?" Buster yelled at him. "This is all you fault!!!! You told me I could make money by playing hockey, so that's why I started. They offered me money, so I took it! It's better than playing for nothing!!" Buster was so angry he couldn't even comment. He stormed off saying nothing. He told everyone and within seconds, Plucky was being pelted with tomatoes by Acme students. "Is that the worst you can do?" Plucky asked. An anvil fell on him. "Oh, yeah. I haven't asked that for about five or six pages, so I forgot," Plucky said. That night's game in Perfecto was sold out. Not a single Acme fan was there ( probably because they couldn't afford the minimum ticket price of $300 for the worst seat in the house ) . Hamton was one of Plucky's former friends, but now torn whether to stay as Plucky's friend of give him up like the rest of Acme Loo. In the first period, Plucky got close to Hamton in the net, and Hamton tripped him. "Hamton, what are you doing?" Plucky asked. "Plucky, you're the enemy now. I trip all the other Perfecto players, too. Don't take it personally," Hamton replied. Plucky frowned and pushed Hamton. The ref put his hand in the air and gave Plucky a penalty for goalie interference. On the Acme powerplay, they scored. All 22, 000 people going for Perfecto spit out their champagne or dropped their cigarettes at the same time. They didn't expect Acme to get a single goal. Later in the game, Fowlmouth got on the ice against Plucky's line (the number one line for Perfecto). Fowlmouth, one of the people pelting him with tomatoes earlier that day, saw his ex-teammate, and went almost insane. Fowlmouth threw off his gloves, grabbed his stick, and ran after him. Plucky ran as fast as he could away across the ice with Fowlmouth trying to strike him with his hockey stick. "Hey, Ref, can't you see this?" Plucky yelled to Gogo the ref. Gogo pulled out a cane and dark glasses and started poking around the ice aimlessly. "I guess he's a blind ref," Plucky said. Plucky ran back to the bench and Roderick Rat checked Fowlmouth into the Perfecto bench. While the ref wasn't looking, the Rangers players kicked and punched Fowlmouth before they threw him back on the ice. First intermission came along with Acme still up one nothing. While the Perfecto coach talked and the rest of the team relaxed with a cigarette, Plucky asked the question, "Hey, guys. When do I get paid?" They all looked at him angrily. "What?" Plucky asked. Acme didn't begin celebrating just yet. There were still another two periods to play and Acme was only up by one. The second period went by with Plucky scoring for the Perfecto Rangers. 1 -1. Between periods, Plucky asked again,"Hey, fellas. When do I get paid?" Nobody answered. Plucky was getting frustrated. The third was coming to an end. It was still tied at 1 -1. Thirty seconds remained. Plucky took the face-off and lost. Acme scored on a slapshot. Acme took the lead, for good. They won the game 2 -1 . Perfecto fans were very upset. Acme celebrated and took a 1 - 0 lead in the best of 7 series. The next day, Plucky didn't show up to school until ten minutes after class started to give the other students less of a chance to throw projectiles at him. Throughout the next day until game two came around, Plucky spent his time avoiding angry Acme students and trying to find out why Perfecto hadn't paid him yet. Game two came up in the Perfecto Center. Plucky got the closest thing to a cheer the snob perfecto supporters would give (they said cheering lowered them to the level of non - rich fans). Plucky scored against Acme in the first period. What was just as bad as being down in the playoffs was the visitors locker room. There was hardly any room to move, nowhere but the floor to put equipment, and things constantly get stolen by the "janitor". In the Perfecto locker room, butlers washed and dried the player's equipment at intermission, served them food and beverages, and did anything else the players wanted. There was an eighteen hole golf course inside for the players to wind down at intermission and a hot tub. It was like Montana Max's house with a two hundred foot sheet of ice in the middle. Plucky sat back in the hot tub discussing strategy with the rest of the team, but in the middle of the conversation he asked, "Hey, guys. When do I get paid? You told me I'd get paid soon. I'm tired of playing for free!" No answer was given. Only a scowl came from all over the locker room. The next period began with Acme getting two quick goals. Perfecto tied it up before the period ended. Perfecto scored in the third and Acme won the game. The day of game three, Plucky was going to go ask Roderick about his money (again) when he overheard Roderick and another Perfecto player talking. "Yeah, that stupid duck. He still thinks we're going to pay him for his playing. He's doing all the work and thinks he's getting paid. What a moron! He didn't even read the contract. It wasn't even a contract, it was a credit card receipt!" Plucky got enraged when he heard this. His first impulse was to go and tell off Roderick, than quit the team and try to rejoin Acme. But, then he thought that he would try to get back on Acme first. That night, the game was in Acme. Plucky showed up at the Acme practice. Perfecto held their practices at home even on days of road games, so none of them saw him try to get back on Acme. "Hey, guys," Plucky said as he walked into the building. They all turned around and glared at their ex-teammate. "Look who's back. Mister back stabber," Hamton said. "I'm here to come back to the team. Can't you take me back?" No answer was given, but within seconds Plucky was airborne and flying out the door of the Acme Arena, landing in a trash can outside. "Hmm. I'm gonna need a new way to get inside," Plucky said to himself. Plucky devised a plan. He showed up with a fake mustache on and phony glasses. "Son, I said, I said, who are you?" Coach Leghorn asked. "Bonjour, I am le French Canadian hockey player..." Pluck paused for a moment, trying to remember any French words he could. "uh...uh...... Jacques Fromage ( which means Jacques Cheese )." Foghorn looked skeptical. but said, "Uh, can you play hockey, son?" "Oui," Plucky replied. He demonstrated his playing ability. They made him up a jersey and he practiced with the team without anybody noticing that he was actually Plucky. In the Perfecto practice, a few people wondered where Plucky was. "Hey, where's Plucky?" Somebody asked. "I don't know. Maybe he got tired of waiting to be paid," another Rangers Player suggested. The Perfecto players got inside their limos and began towards the Acme Arena. They brought their butlers with them, but these servants had to ride in 1976 Gremlins behnid the limos (except for the ones who drove the limos). When the Rangers arrived, they saw their Acme opponents. The first thing they noticed was a duck, who they assumed was a new player. "Hey, who's that stupid looking duck with the cheap mustache?" Roderick asked. Nobody knew. Roderick walked over to the disguised Plucky and asked, "Hey, who are you?" Plucky answered in his incredibly fake French accent, "Bonjour, I am Jacques Fromage, French Canadian superstar." Roderick broke out laughing. Plucky skated for a minute and then stopped instantly, spraying a snow shower in his face. Roderick brushed the snow off his face and skated over to his own bench. The first period flew by with only two significant events occurring: The Acme goal and the fight between Fowlmouth and Roderick. Fowlmouth pummeled Roderick and they both got ejected. At the intermission between the first and seconds period, Perfecto was very upset about Acme bringing in a new player. "That French fry is going to pay for joining the wrong side," one Ranger said. "Or, maybe he's corruptible like that other stupid duck. Speaking of which, where is he?" Another Perfecto player asked. Nobody knew. In the Acme locker room, Plucky talked as little as he could so he wouldn't give away his identity. "So, Jacques. Why did you come to Acme Acres now?" Hamton asked. Plucky just shrugged his shoulders. "Gee, I thought I was shy," Hamton thought to himself. The second period was about to begin. The butlers were acting as stick boys on the Perfecto side of the ice. An uneventful second period led to something in the third. A Perfecto player hit Plucky from behind. No penalty got called. Plucky got up and threw his gloves off. The two were going to fight. Both benches stood. Acme vs. Perfecto games were always rough. Plucky landed a few punches in his face, but one punch back and Plucky was dazed and fallen on the ice. What he didn't notice is that the mustache glue came off. "Anybody get the license number... of that zamboni?" Plucky asked in his normal voice right before he passed out on the ice. "Plucky?!?" The whole Acme bench yelled. Plucky woke up in the Acme locker room. "Plucky, what are you doing on Acme?" An Acme player yelled when he woke up. "Those Perfecto jerks ripped me off! They promised me money, and didn't deliver!" Plucky replied. "How do we know we can trust you. You just might be a spy for them!" Another player suggested. "I'm seriously on Acme's side! How can I prove it to you guys?" Plucky asked. The Acme team got an idea. Plucky headed over to the Perfecto locker room. "Hey, guys. I bet you were wondering why I was playing for Acme. Well, I was trying to get... uh... information on their strategy and I was... uh... tampering with their equipment." The Perfecto Rangers actually believed him. "Okay, Plucky. Go grab your jersey from back there and get you equipment. We're going to the hot tub," a Perfecto player said. As soon as all Rangers left, Plucky went over to the stick and broke all the ends, just leaving them hanging by a thread so they would think they were still attached, but the sticks would break when used. Then, he dulled the skate blades, emptied the Gatorade bottles, cracked the helmets and then ran back to the Acme locker room. When the third period began, the Perfecto Players saw Plucky on the opposite bench and yelled at him, "Hey, Duck! What are you doing over there?" Plucky said nothing, but now he had his real Acme jersey on. The play began. Perfecto won the face-off. Because of the dull skates they tripped a few times. Out of frustration, the Perfecto player tried to shoot the puck. The stick broke. He grabbed another one. Same result. After several failed tries he threw his skates off and ran over to the Acme bench, wanting to fight Plucky. Plucky barely hit him. The Perfecto player asked, "Is that the worst you can do?" Plucky smirked as an anvil fell on him. "No, that's the worst I can do!" Plucky stated. To say the least, the Perfecto player did not look amused. With tampered equipment, the Perfecto players through in the towel bruised and confused. Game three ended with Acme up two games to none. The rest of the series was won by Acme, but in the next round of the playoffs, they lost four games to two. When Acme was eliminated, Plucky punched the wall in frustration. "I can't believe we went through all that and still lost!!!!!!" Plucky yelled. "It's okay, Plucky. There's always next year," Hamton replied. Just when they thought this episode was over and the screen went black, Babs ripped open the black, walked through and yelled, "Hey!! This ending bites! What, no stereotyped TV ending where we overcome all this stuff and win the championship?" The screen began to fade again, with Babs yelling, "Hey! Hey!!!" THE END Plucky Lindros : Team names: The team names in this story were all taken from NHL professional teams. Acme Coyotes = Pheonix Coyotes Montana Max Kings = Los Angeles Kings Perfecto Rangers = New York Rangers Psychic Flyers = Philadelphia Flyers This story was written by Kieron “ Dark Helmet ” Wells. It was finished January 5th, 1999. I wrote this fanfiction story because I am a big fan of both Tiny Toon Adventures and the NHL. My favourite team in real life is the Detroit Red Wings, but I also like the Philadelphia Flyers and Ottawa Senators. I have a Tiny Toon Adventures page called Lord Helmet’s Tiny Toon Adventures page. If you get a chance, please visit it. The URL is www.fortunecity.com/lavendar/eastwood/462/index.html This page has character profiles, tons of Tiny Toons pictures, links and more, and is updated frequently. If you want to e-mail me, the adress is Dark_Helmet5@hotmail.com