AAOOOSC! The Movie!

The next day, the EFP are at McMoose's, where they are the only customers at the moment.
"So, you just let them take you pony away just like that?" Michael asked Peyton. Peyton gives Michael a serious look. "I meant baby bronco."
"I'll try to get El Choowe back. It wasn't suppose to run away."
"So why did you let it out?" Colin questioned.
"Because I wanted it to check on Hiller, not follow him to the restaurant." Peyton groans. "Now its intercom is gone. I need to get it back...."
"But we shouldn't worrying about stealing other people's stuff--we should be trying to get rid of the GFP!" Drew tells them.
"That's right!" Peyton snaps his finger and points to Drew. "I like that!"
"But who do we certainly know is here?" Colin asks.
"Well, Tony Romo's here for sure...and Joe Flacco!" Aaron pipes in.
"I saw Jay Cutler and Andrew Luck...they were the ones that knocked me out," Michael tells them.
"How did Andrew get here?" Colin makes an odd look. "He gets lost all the time!"
Everyone shrugs except for Peyton.
"There are such things as planes and other people who are smarter than him geographical wise," Peyton answers.
"That was a rhetorical question!" Colin snaps.
"Well, thank you for that note, Colin."
"But is the Master of the GFP here?" Michael asks.
"He should be here if everyone else is here."
"We didn't see everyone here--you're forgetting about Victor Cruz!" Aaron tells Peyton.
"Right, right. But still, why would they be here alone?"
There was silence for a moment.
"He does have a point," Colin tells his sidekicks.
"Drew!" Peyton shouts.
Drew startles a bit. "Y-yes?"
"Go find the GFP and bring them to me."
Drew stands up quickly. "Right on it! " He salutes and rushes out of the restaurant.

That night after the USA vs. Czech Republic game, Jonathan and Patrick are walking back to the American cabins together.
"Patrick?"
"Yea, man?"
"Did you feel something different about this game compared to the previous games?"
"Uhhh...." Patrick looks around. "...not really, dude...."
"Well, this game felt shaky, like we were about to lose, like we weren't doing our best. You know what I mean, right?"
"Eh, kind of, man. But why were you feeling like that, man?"
"I don't know..." Jonathan immediately stops walking and turns around, facing Patrick face to face. "I know why--that pony! We don't have the orange and blue pony!"
"Dude, you can't just rely the game on some pony. You did great without it, man."
Jonathan turns back around and continues walking. "I let in two goals...I usually let in one...."
"Hey, at least we won, dude!"
"Yea, but I bet that you guys can't score five goals each game!"
"Wait man, who are we playing against next, dude?"
Jonathan pulls out a slip of paper from his huge sports bag and scans though it. "We are playing against..." His face goes pale. "The Canadians...for the semi-finals to the gold championship...."
"Don't worry, man!" Patrick slaps Jonathan's back. "We'll do great, dude!"
"But they have the pony!" Jonathan stuffs the paper back into the sports bag.
"Pony or not, man, we'll get the gold."
Jonathan sighs. "Yes we will. For USA!"
Patrick pumps his fist in the air. "For USA, dude! Whoo!"

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