enchanted | a. banks

01

"keep it down, please!" a young boy yells frantically trying to block himself from the pucks flying at the goal he was meant to be defending.

"i'm you're friend, aren't i?"

"man, c'mon goldberg! at least try to stop it, cause i'm getting tired of chasing the puck." his friend, the one shooting the puck, comments.

"be careful, man, it almost hit me that time!" goldberg yells.

"goldberg, you're the goalie. it's supposed to hit you." another boy, charlie, says skating over.

"does that sound stupid to anyone else?" goldberg responds to their disappointment.

"come on, goldberg." a young girl says, skating next to charlie, giving the dysfunctional goalie a disapproving eye roll while he gulps in fear, "IT'S SCARY, ALRIGHT, HOTHEAD?"

just then, a nice black car pulls up onto the rink.

"you don't know what you're doin'," another boy, karp, says, "we're gonna get in big trouble."

"shut you're face, karp." peter retorts.

"y'all, chill, all right? i'll take care of it."

"they're drug dealers, i just know it."

the door opens, the girl, quinn, who they call hothead, watches her team from the side of the rink, practicing her handles while keeping an eye on what is about to happen.

a man with a long, black coat steps out and stares at the group.

"yo, dude. you obviously in the wrong hood. this is my dominion. this is a drug-free zone, you understand? we ain't buying nothin'. i'm feeling generous today, so imma let you get you're sorry vanilla booty outta here before we be usin' you're eyeballs as hockey pucks!" jesse says before everyone explodes in laughter.

quinn chuckles, before realizing she shouldn't be getting distracted and focuses solely on her handling.

"thanks, bro, but i'm not goin' home 'till i take care of business." he says as he reaches into his jacket.

"oh my god."

"he's got a gun."

"stand back."

she hears as she glances up slightly, watching her team step back in fear as he pulls out a slip of paper.

they all sigh in relief, "district five pee wee hockey team. i'm gordon bombay. i'm the new coach."

the all start laughing again, "what a joke!"

"yeah, right!"

"afraid so, dude," bombay responds, "got the roster right here. averman, dave. conway, charlie. hall, terry."

"geez, he is the coach!"

"now, here's the long and the short of it. i hate hockey and i don't like kids."

"what's this supposed to be, a pep talk?" peter retorts.

bombay continues, "look i'm sure this'll be a real bonding experience. maybe one day, one of you will even write a book about it in jail."

quinn laughs at this. "funny." she hears jesse respond.

"is there a goalie?"

"only for a little while, i'm, uh, moving back to philly."

"thank you for sharing that."

"no problem." quinn rolls her eyes, can he be that dumb? well, it is goldberg.