AAOOOSC! The Movie!

In the Bolshoy Ice Dome, the USA men's hockey team is practicing for the game against the Slovaks. Meanwhile in the stands, Peyton is with Aaron, watching them.
"Are we gonna watch a hockey game?!" Aaron asks excitedly.
"No...we're gonna make a hockey game better," Peyton replies.
"How?"
"By what we've been planning to do all this time in Sochi! USA's gonna win by it!"
"How?"
Peyton turns his hands into fists. "URGH! You. Are. Useless!"
Aaron nervously eats some blocks of cheese. "Well, I'm sorry..."
Peyton, with a stern look, holds up a small, white pony with Bronco orange hair and Bronco blue hooves.
"Pony!" Aaron drops his cheese and hugs the pony, pulling it away from its owner.
"It's not a pony, it's a baby bronco!" Peyton snaps. He tries to pull the baby bronco away from Aaron, but it's stuck. "Don't you know that this is our key to success?" He points to the pony, who is now laying on Aaron's lap.
"I forgot." Aaron pops another cheese block into his mouth. "What's its name?"
"El Choowe."
"El Chewy?" Aaron forces out a laugh. "That's a funny name!"
"It didn't get its name for nothing," Peyton says, holding up El Choowe; El Choowe is chewing on Aaron's left jacket sleeve like a cow chewing on grass.
Aaron's eyes widen. "Ack!" He tears his arm away from the bronco.
"Thank you." Peyton places El Choowe on his lap and begins to pet it. "Now, we need the coach, Coach Bylsma, to go away so that El Choowe can do its magic." Peyton looks down at it with huge eyes. "Right?" El Choowe nods its head and purrs happily. Peyton looks at Aaron. "Aaron, spy on Bylsma and tell me when he is gone."
"How does he look like?" Aaron asks.
"Uh...bald man with glasses...always happy...wears a suit and tie."
"A bald coach?"
"He does have some hair, but not as much as me." Peyton runs his hair through his blond hair and chuckles.
"I think that I have way more hair than you, Manning!" Aaron flips his brown hair. Peyton gives a serious look at Aaron. "Well, it is true!"
"Just...go."
"Alright!" Aaron scrambles to his feet and runs down to the railing, looking down at the ice rink and spots Bylsma standing in the bench.
"Come on, guys, do those laps! Shoot those pucks! Make them goals! Come on! Whoo!" Bylsma pumps his fist in the air.
Jimmy, who is sitting next to Bylsma, taps his arm. "Uh...Penguins' coach?"
Bylsma looks down at Jimmy. "I am not the coach of the Penguins, but I am the coach of the USA men's Olympic hockey team. Anyways, yes?"
"Is Quick starting?" Jimmy asks.
"Yup!"
"Am I gonna play anytime soon?"
"Well, I mean, Quick has a last name that is great for a goalie, so I know that'll he'll be good because he his...quick!"
"So I have to have the last name 'Quick' or 'Fast' in order to play?"
"Well, I'll let you play only if you are good."
"I am, trust me."
Bylsma shrugs. "Eh, I'll think about it." He walks to the other side of the bench.
Jimmy slumps in his chair in his goalie gear and growls.
"Aw, cheer up!" Ryan pats Jimmy's shoulder. "At least you won't be the one to blame if we lose!"
"Hm, that is true..."
Bylsma's phone rings and he answers it. "Hello?...Oh, okay!...I'll be right there!" He hangs up. "Parise!"
Zach Parise, the captain of the USA team skates up to Bylsma. "Yes, coach?"
"I'm gonna leave for a bit--gotta pick up some pizza from Papa Crosby's!"
"Okay..."
"So, can you look over the team while I'm gone?"
"Sure!"
Bylsma pats the captain's shoulder. "Thanks, capt!" He walks off.
Zach turns around, facing the ice rink. He stands very still, like a guard from the Medieval times.
"He's gone!" Aaron rushes back to Peyton. "Peyton, Peyton, he's gone!"
Peyton raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"Yes! Yes! I am 100% cheesy sure!"
"Let me check." Peyton gets up, holding on to El Choowe and walks over to the railing. He looks down at the ice rink and see that it is coach-less. "Okay..." He holds up El Choowe, looking at its orange eyes. "...El Choowe, you know what to do."
El Choowe nods its head, making some cute, little noises and then disappears in a puff of sparkly, orange dust.
Patrick skates over to Jonathan, who is getting up from the ice. "Hey, Jonny man!"
"Hi there, Patrick." Jonathan straightens up. "Why aren't you skating with the other skaters?"
"Because non of them are Blackhawks, dude."
"I'm not a Blackhawk, though," Jonathan tells him.
"But you're my friend, man."
"They are, too."
"No, dude, you got it all wrong, man. They're my teammates, dude, not friends, man."
"Ah, okay." Jonathan hears some scuffling sounds beneath him and looks down, finding El Choowe looking up at him between him and Patrick. Jonathan makes a weird look. "What is that doing here?" He points to El Choowe.
"I think it made the wrong turn, dude." Patrick chuckles at how El Choowe looks like.
"I'll take it outside." Jonathan bends down to El Choowe's height and reaches his hands out towards it.
"EL CHOOWE!!!" El Choowe jumps up as it sneezes loudly, spraying orange and white sparkly dust all over Jonathan.
Jonathan immediately stands back up, coughing and sniffling with his eyes shut tight. He waves his hand in his catching glove over his face. "Really? It had to sneeze on me just as I was about to pick it up?" He blinks multiple times and calms down.
"I'll do it, man." Patrick bends down to pick up El Choowe.
"EL CHOOWE!!!" El Choowe sneezes again, this time on Patrick.
Patrick stands back up quickly, wiping his face with his glove. "Oh dude, that is some strong stuff, man!
El Choowe runs as best as it can towards the other USA hockey players on the ice, slipping and sliding on its hooves.
"I wonder who's pony that is--"
"--and what on earth it's doing here, dude!" Patrick adds in.
El Choowe sneezes on the rest of the USA hockey players, then teleports back to Peyton.
"Good job, El Choowe!" Peyton pets its head and looks deeply into its eyes. "You sprinkled your luck dust on all the Americans?" El Choowe nods its head and purrs, closing its eyes. "Goooood..." He gives it a carrot. "Alrightie then, Aaron, let's get out of here before they catch us."
"Awww...but I wanna watch the game!" Aaron whines.
"USA's gonna win, so there. Now let's go." Peyton grabs Aaron's wrist with his free hand and teleports him and El Choowe out of the ice dome.

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