D3: The Mighty Ducks but with Cursing

Chapter 4

TW: Cursing, Curvy font, Cole/Varsity, Linda, Goldberg being stupid, and Luis being Creepy.

I almost cried re-watching Orion's confidence speech. He was probably thinking about his daughter. :( 

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Later that day, in Jan and Hans' shop. They're both in the back near the blade sharpener. Hans sharpens skates. Jan sits on the couch and re-stitches some hockey gloves. They listen to Norwegian records on an old 78 player. "You're edging it too much".  Hans ignores him. "That's too sharp" Jan said. Hans rolls his eyes; "I've been sharpening skates for sixty years, Jan".  "You've been making them to sharp for sixty years. They're skates, not sabres". Hans rolls his eyes again. Jan whispers under his breath "strudel head". "I heard that. Do I tell you how to stitch, do I? Do I?" Hans snaps. "No, because you can't do that either" Jan snaps back.  "You are annoying" Jan says. "Whatever, I'm moving to Florida" Hans jokes. "No, you aren't". They both laugh, returning to work. 

A bit after Charlie walks in. "School was not so fun today, eh, Charlie?" Jan says turn towards the door. "How'd you know it was me?" Charlie asks leaning on a sewing machine. "Hmm, only two people can open a door so sadly: you and Gordon" Jan says. Hans still sharping skates; "Now just one more pass". He gasps and groans. "I've really done it this time, Charlie!". Hans keeps groaning. "Get me a tourniquet, eh?" He continues groaning and Jan rolls his eyes. "Stupid" Jan mutters. Charlie laughs and throws a towel; "Knock it off, Hans. Wipe off the catsup, and stop trying to cheer me up". Hans chuckles. Charlie sighs; "School is a nightmare, especially our new hockey coach. Have you guys ever heard of Ted Orion?".  "Yes" Jan replied. "Yes, h-he left the North Stars when he was still in his prime" Hans says. Charlie sighs again and rolls his eyes; "This guy is no Duck". "Perhaps you should show him the way, Charlie" Jan says. Charlie chuckles and looks between the two; "He doesn't exactly seem open to new learning experiences".  "The question is, are you?" Hans asks. Charlie stands there pondering. 

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The next day, Goldberg and Averman are getting lunch in the cafeteria. "So what if she has a quicker glove. Who's got the better stick?" Goldberg asks. Averman monotone, tired of reassuring him; "You do, Goldberg". "I know that. And who's got the game experience, me or the Catlady?" Goldberg presses on. "You do". Averman says. "Mm-hmm". "Well, she's just quicker, uh, faster. That counts on this level".  "So, the fuck are ya trying to say? If I lost a few pounds, maybe I'd be number one again?".  Averman looks at his plate; "It might be easier to have her gain a few pounds". He walks off. Goldberg looks down at his food, thinking.

Varsity is harassing freshmen. Kenny walks by and Cole steals his lunch. "Hey, little bitch, yesterday's lunch was pretty good. What have we got today? Bag of chips. And some cookies. What do we have here?". "Just give it back" Ken tries to grab it back. "A sandwich" Cole laughs. "Get the fuck outta here". Rick pushes Ken away. Varsity laugh as he walks away.  Charlie, Fulton and Russ see this. Charlie looks down at his paper bag lunch. "I could maim that big goon. But with Portman here, we could take 'em all" Fulton says. Charlie smiles; "They want lunch... we'll fuckin give 'em lunch. Let's go, boys". A plan is hatching. The three boys leave the cafeteria. 

At a different part of the cafeteria. Linda, alone, sets her lunch down at an empty seat. A cheerleader walks over to her; "Uh, this seat is taken". Linda looks at her "No one's sitting in it".  A different cheerleader speaks up; "Well, this is a cheerleading section. Warrior cheerleaders only. (sarcastic) Are you a cheerleader?". Linda scoffs "Do I look like a fucking idiot?". She grabs her tray and leaves. Cheerleader 1 huffs; "what a bitch". Cheerleader 2 whimpers; "I know, right! Asshole!".