AAOOOSC! #3

Back with the GHP, they arrive at a gas station in New York City. They land and walk over to Martin Brodeur, who was next to a gas pump and his car.
Antti activates the pump and puts it in the car. "How long had you been in this gas station for?"
"Errr..." Martin bites his lip, thinking. "...about a day and a half.
"You have a lot of patience," Pekka tells him.
"Well, I mean my car has no more gas...I couldn't go anywhere else."
"Why are you at New York City, anyways?" Sidney asks. "It's off-season!"
"I was just heading to Montréal to meet my folks. Didn't get that far."
"Yea, I can see that," Jonas points out.
"So, you're gonna take me to Detroit after this?" Martin asks Antti.
"Yup."
"What about my car? I can't being it with me and I don't want to leave it here."
"Oh...um...Jonny, can you carry a car?" Antti looks around. "Jonathan, where are you, anyways?"
"Up here," Jonathan answers.
Antti looks up, seeing Jonathan laying on top of Martin's car. "Oh, there you are."
"Who gave you permission to go on my car, 2012 Stanley Cup winner?" Martin asks Jonathan.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? But I'm exhausted. Try flying with more than five grown men on your own energy from San Jose to New York City, passing Detroit, nonstop."
"Well, you have strong powers, right?"
Jonthan throws his arms in the air. "That's why I'm able to do it!"
"Gain your energy then because another 200 pounds is gonna be added to your bus!"
Jonathan groans. "Ugh, Niemi...you own me..."
"I'm, well, we're doing this for Sergei's and the NHL's sake."
"Yea..."
"If we all fail, at least it's off-season," Jonas says.
Antti turns his head quickly, looking at Jonas. "Who says we're gonna fail?"
Jonas nervously opens a Doritos bag. "Uhhh...well..." He shoves a bunch of chips, drowning his sentence.
"Wait, everyone be quiet, dudes!" Patrick says quickly.
Everyone falls silent. The gas pump cluncks, indicating that it is done filling up. Jonas swallows and puts his hand into the chip bag, crinkling it, then makes crunching sounds when the eats more chips.
Patrick makes weird, sharp, quick movements with his hands and legs in fustration. "Ugh! Jonas! Be quiet, man!"
"I'm sorry," Jonas squeaks. He swallows and continues eating more chips.
"Gimme those, dude!" He snatches the bag from Jonas and throws it onto the ground.
Jonas sadly looks down. "Meine chips...nein..." (My chips...no...)
"Shhh!" Patrick turns invisible and looks around the area cautiously.
Everyone else gets into defenisve postion.
Patrick walks back to them. "Sorry, guys." He turns visible. "I thought I heard something; I guess I was--"
"OHMIGOSH!!! Patrick! Behind you!!!" Jonas yells.
"What is--" Patrick turns around.
A silhouette with bright, yellow, glowing eyes is hovering close by Patrick, behind a tall bush. It quickly lunges at Patrick, attacking him with bursts of light.
"That's Kari!" Jonathan points out.
"That shape is not his, though!" Pekka exclaims.
"So, who's is it then?" Sidney asks in fright.
"Okay, okay, okay, we're under attack! Jonathan, Sidney, Pekka-- You guys can come with me; we'll teleport to Detroit," Martin commands.
"Oh, so now you tell us that you can teleport!" Jonathan says a bit angerily.
"I only use 'em in emergencies; I don't wanna use 'em all up."
"You and your devilsih behavoir..." Jonathna growls, jumping down from the car.
"Alright, sounds good! Go guys, go!" Antti urges.
"Okay, hold hands with me!" Martin tells them.
Sidney, Jonathan, and Pekka hold on to Martin. They then disappear in a cloud of red/black smoke.

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