AAOOOSC! The Movie!

On an airplane in the day time somewhere in Europe, Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin are sitting together in the middle row, watching Penguins videos on Sidney's iPad. In the video they were watching, Evgeni asks one of his teammates, 'How's name this guy?' while pointing to a cat.
Sidney snickers, covering his mouth. "How's name this guy." He tries to not laugh.
Evgeni shoots a serious look at Sidney. "You make fun of me asking questions?"
"Well, I mean," Sidney shakes off his urge to laugh,"it's weird how you say it."
Evgeni says nothing.
"It's 'what is this guy's name?'"
Evgeni just stares at Sidney.
"Well...um...." Sidney pulls Bubby from the ground and squeezes him into a tight hug. "It's proper English."
"Не поправьте меня." Evgeni gets up and walks over to Sergei Bobrovsky. He sits down and starts talking to him in Russian. (Don't correct me.)
Jonathan Quick walks up to Sidney. "Hey, Sid!" He sits in Evgeni's place.
"Hey, Jonny." Sidney slowly turns off his iPad and places it face down, showing the Pittsburgh Penguin's symbol on the case.
"What's wrong?" Jonathan asks.
"I made Geno mad." Sidney plays with Bubby's hand.
"It's okay, Sid." Jonathan pats Sidney's back. "You guys are gonna be enemies anyways. This is just a warmup!"
"We're gonna be enemies, too."
"Huh. That's right. But I'll be on the same team as Patrick."
"Oh man...." Sidney's brown eyes widen. "...Patrick and Jonathan...."
Jonathan makes a confused look. "What's so bad about Patrick and me?"
"No, no, no, not you--Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane!"
"Oh."
They turn to look at Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews.
Patrick is kneeling on his seat, looking down at Toews, who is seating on the seat behind him.
"Shut your maple syrup mouth, you moose lovin' dude!" Patrick snaps.
"Don't even show your Statue of Liberty face, you red, white, and blue, star and stripe patriot!" Toews shoots back.
"Wow, they're already enemies even though they're not at Sochi, yet!" Jonathan exclaims.
Toews begins to cry. "Oh man, oh man, I can't do this! I can't be enemies with you, Patrick!"
Patrick also begins to cry. "Me, too, dude! Same here, man!" Toews stands up and Patrick hugs him.
"Oh. They were just practicing. I was about to say..."
"Well, hello there, Jonathan," a voice says.
Jonathan looks up and sees Jimmy Howard looming over him. He makes a frightened look. "Oh, um, hey there, Jimmy."
"I'm just here to say: Don't you dare spy on me or get in the way of my plans! Just because we are on the same team doesn't mean we have free access to each other. This also goes with Ryan Miller. You understand?" Jimmy asks seriously.
"But you can't be taking over the NHL right now--you're on the other side of the world!" Jonathan exclaims.
Jimmy frowns. "Huh. That's right." He holds out his hand. "We are now friends. Until Febuaray 23rd. Okay?"
"Sounds good!" Jonathan shakes Jimmy's hand. "Glad that I can actually have peace with you for once!"
"Yup. And that also goes with Ryan Miller. See you at Sochi...friend." Jimmy walks off down the aisle.
Sidney gasps. "Ohmigosh, I forgot that you are on the same team as Jimmy and Ryan!"
"But your goalie is Carey Price!" Jonathan points out.
"Oh my, that's right! But thank God Claude's not in the Olympics this year!" Sidney wipes his forehead with the back of his hand with a sigh of relief. "Whoo-wee!"
Antti Niemi walks down the aisle with a tray of three tea cups and a teapot in the middle.
Jonathan waves at him. "Hey, Niemi!"
"Oh!" Antti stops next to Jonathan's and Sidney's row. "Hello there, Jonny!"
"What's up with the tea?" Sidney asks.
"I'm just trying to compromise with Kari and Tuukka." Antti makes a annoyed/bored look.
Sidney gasps.
"That's right! You're with them! Oh, man, good luck, Niemi!" Jonathan pats Antti's arm gently.
"Thank you, Jonathan."
"Wait, but weren't Kari and Tuukka all...." Sidney makes an odd look while making mashing motions with his hands. "...mashed up into one?"
"Yea, but not any more."
"Oh, okay."
Tuukka Rask storms up to Antti with a serious look. "Tuukka wants to know what is taking tea so long." He crosses his arms.
"Hehe, sorry, Tuukka...." Antti made an embrassed look. "...I was just--"
Tuukka snatches the teapot from the tray and drinks the tea from it no problem. He turns around and walks back to his seat.
Antti sighs and looks down at his teapot-less tray. "I gotta go get another teapot. See you guys later." He begins to walk back to the back of the airplane. "Oh, deary me."
"I feel for Antti," Sidney says.
"I know, it's like being on the same team as Kari and Tuukka is like...." Jonathan thinks for a moment. "...no."
"Only Antti can handle that."
"Yup."
"Yup."
"That's why you are not in that situtation," Antti tells them.
"Hey, Antti! You're back! That was quick!" Sidney exclaims.
"Yea, they have a whole row of them in the kitchen."
"So...are you going to go back with your Finnish goalies or...." Jonathan's voice trails off.
"Before I do that, I need to tell you guys something."
Sidney gulps. "Uh-oh."
"No, no, no, it's nothing bad, Sid, no need to worry." Antti turns to Jonathan. "Jonathan, do you have your intercom?"
'It's in my luggage. Why?"
"So that you can stay in contact with Martin so that everything's in check in the NHL HQs."
"But Jimmy's here!"
"Not Giroux."
"Right... But Jimmy told me that he's taking a break on his business--"
"Still. Just in case. I'm keeping contact with Pekka." He shakes his head slowly. "Poor, poor, Pekka. I hope he gets better."
"NEEEEEEEEMOOOOO!!!" Tuukka storms up to Antti again. "Tuukka wants more tea! Stop talk and sit with Tuukka!" He grabs Antti and starts pulling him away down the aisle. "Stop talk, stop talk, stop talk!"
"So you're gonna keep in touch with Mr. Brodeur?"
Jonathan sighs. "Yup. Do I have a choice?"
"Well, let's just hope that Giroux is entertained by lassoing pigeons on his glider and not make any trouble."
Jonathan laughs at what Sidney just said. His laughs are joined by a series of quacks.
Sidney's eyes widen. "Jonny! Your laugh! You're a duck!"
Jonathan stops laughing and talks over the quacking. "I'm not quacking--they are!"
Sidney and Jonathan turn around. They see Jonas Hiller, Corey Perry, and Ryan Getzlaf sitting on the row behind them, quacking hard. They are full of crumbs, surrounded by empty chip bags and they have more bread and chips in their hands; they are sitting pretty lazily.
"Well, we didn't know that you guys were here!"
Jonas smiles with his eyes closed. "Yup-a-doo-da!"
"ACK! It's a King!" Ryan falls onto the ground.
"Aw, stop freakin' out, Ryan!" Corey snaps. "He did not eat us last time, so he's not gonna eat us this time!"
"I'm still staying down here."
Teemu Selänne appears next to the Ducks' row with more bags of chips and bread. "More food!"
"Yay!" All the Ducks quack happily and grab the food from their teammate, who sits with them. They continue eating messily.
Sidney and Jonathan exchange looks.
"You want some?" Jonas holds out an opened bag of chips.
"Ummm...no thanks," Jonathan says.
"Are there any lakes at Sochi?" Jonas begins to eat the chips from the bag he offered to his friends.
"Cold ones, I believe," Sidney guesses.
"There's the Black Sea," Jonathan says.
Corey gulps. "No thanks."
The intercom of the airplane crackles and a voice comes on: "Now we are landing at Sochi, Russia. Please sit down and fasten your seatbelt. Thank you." It is also said in Czech, French, Finnish, German, Latvian, Norwegian, Russian, Slovak, Slovenian, and Swedish.
The Ducks look down at their messy, lazy selves.
"Uh, oh," Teemu says.
Ryan begins to struggle to get up. "Need...to get...up!"
"Make room for the captain!" Corey tells his teammates.
"I can't!" Jonas exclaims. "This is only for three people!"
"Teemu! Sit somewhere else!" Corey tells Teemu.
Teemu fastens his seatbelt. "En voi. Ha." (I can't. Ha.)
Jonas fastens his seatbelt. "Ryan, just stay down there!"
"Mehhh...."
"We should buckle up ourselves," Sidney tells Jonathan.
Jonathan chuckles. "But they're so enteratining and funny!" He turns back around with Sidney and they fasten their seatlbelts. "Unfortunately, they're gonna be seperated!"
"Except for Corey and Ryan. I'm gonna be with them!" Sidney smiles.
"I'm gonna be with Cam Fowler. Anyways...where is he?" Jonathan spots Ryan army crawling towards an empty seat that is next to Cam Fowler, who is eating a crossant and shaking off the crumbs like a duck. "Yes! He's just like a duck!"
"Welcome to Sochi!" the announcer says. "Please get off the plane. Now. Thank you!" It is also said in Czech, French, Finnish, German, Latvian, Norwegian, Russian, Slovak, Slovenian, and Swedish.
"Well, oh, okay then! Gosh!" Jonathan unbuckles and gets up. He grabs his bags with Sidney.
"Wow! I'm going to be in Geno's country!" Sidney exclaims.
Jonathan slips out of the row and starts walking down the aisle with Sidney. "And Bob's."
"Oh yes, can't forget about Sergei!"
"And Alex's."
"Alex's...." Sidney thinks for a moment."...Alex Ovechkin's...." He then narrows his eyes. "... Ooo, I hate that guy!"
Jonathan makes a serious look at something in front of him as they arrived into the airport. "Those's aren't hockey players...."
"Who?" Sidney asks.
"Those people." He points to four guys walking together towards the luggage claimer.
"Maybe they're interviewers."
"They are not interviews. They are athletes, but no winter athletes. They're--they're--"
Two of the guys turn around, seeing Jonathan and Sidney; they are wearing sunglasses, so their identity is hidden.
Jonathan narrows his brown eyes. "They're football players."
Sidney begins to laugh. "Jonny! No football players are suppose to be here! Besides, only hockey players were on the airplane!" He pats Jonathan's back. "Don't worry, everything'll be alright! No football players here!"
Jonathan smiles. "That's right! There's no such thing as football here--only winter sports!"
"That's right! Now let's go grab our luggage--I don't want Bubby Jr. to sufficate in my bag much longer...."
Jonathan groans. "Wow, Sid...."

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