AAOOOSC! The Movie!

In the Bolshoy Ice Dome the next day, all the USA players are warming up with the Canadian hockey players.
Jonathan meanwhile is skating aimlessly around the USA part of the rink. "Oh my gosh, Patrick, where are you?! Ughhh...."
Sidney skates up to Jonathan. "Do you know where Patrick's at?"
"No...." Jonathan groans. "I hadn't seen him since yesterday."
"Uhhh...that's not good...."
"Hey! Crosby!" Mike Babcock, Team Canada's coach shouts. "Quit talkin' to Quick and get back skatin'!"
"Yea, same here!" Bylsma shouts at Quick. "Except, um, except, that Quick, stop talking to, um, Crosby! Yea!"
"Good luck." Sidney pats Jonathan's shoulder.
"Thanks." Jonathan skates away to his net.

That night at McMoose's, everyone is watching short track men's 500m finals on TV and eating.
"Here it is!" PK announces. "Men's short track finals!"
"Go Canada!" Toews pumps his hand with his half-eaten hamburger in the air.
"And off they go!"
"Those people look scary...." Marleau whimpers.
"Aiy, Patrick, why they look scary to you?" Roberto asks.
"They go fast...."
"You go fast, too! Man up!" He slaps Marleau's back.
"OOOOFFFF!!!"
Sidney sits down with his friends. "So, Antti, how did your game go?"
Antti sighs slowly. "No gold medal for us." He eats a forkful of his salad
"Hey, don't you dare blame anything on me now!" Kari snaps. "I did my best! Blame is on the stupid Swedes!" He groans and eats a fry.
"Don't worry, Niemi, our gold medal dreams are over, too." Jonathan pats Antti's shoulder and takes a bite of a chicken tender.
"But not Canada's!" Sidney blurts out.
Jonathan, Antti, and Kari give Sidney a stern look.
"Well, the bronze medal is up for grabs." Sidney chuckles.
"That's right!" Kari exclaims happily, slamming his hands flat on the table. "Now we get to play against you guys!" Kari smirks at Jonathan.
"Yay," Jonathan says flatly.
"And you know what's more awesome?" Kari continues. "Tuukka's feelin' a whole lot better, so he gets to play tomorrow!"
"Oh no..," Jonathan groans.
"Oh yes." Kari makes a sly smile on his face.
"Don't worry, Jonathan, you'll do great," Antti tells him.
Jonathan nods his head. "If I lost to Canada 1 to 0, then I can beat you guys."
"Not with Tuukka playing!" Kari blurts out.
"Kari, we're suppose to be encouraging him, not making him nervous!" Antti snaps.
"But he's our enemy!"
"No, he's not."
"Ugh, Nemo, you're just too nice." Kari eats a chicken nugget and goes on his iPhone to One Direction's Twitter page.
"Wait, Jonathan, had you found Patrick yet?" Antti stabs his salad with his plastic fork
"No. Not today." Jonathan stares at the table top seriously, finishing up his chicken tenders.
"But my intercom is telling me that he's in the American cabins."
Jonathan faces Antti. "Well, your intercom must be malfunctioning because he is not at the cabins!" he says pretty harshly.
Antti's eyes widen in shock; he was about to say something, but was cut off by PK's announcement.
"And Canada gets bronze!" PK shouts.
"Not bad," Sharp comments.
Antti just narrows his eyes at Jonathan. "I'll verify it with Martin. Now would you excuse me." He gets up walks over to another table.
"Ouch," Kari says slowly, looking at his phone.
Jonathan groans and places his elbows on the table with his hands on his brown, kind of spiky hair.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?! NOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!" all the Canadians yell at the TV.
"Wha-wha-wha-what happened?" Sidney looks around the room in bewilderment.
"We're...we're...disqualified...." Toews says sadly. "The Olympic news tells us so. They even said it in English."
Sidney's eyes widen. "WHAT THE BUBBYS?!?!?!?!?!"
"I know, right? Someone found our cute pony in the cabins and reported it to the Olympic committee because he found out that the pony has some type of luck dust! And that's a disadvantage, so...." Toews sighs in dismay.
"No, no, no! This can't--" Sidney abruptly stands up. "--USA ALSO HAD THE PONY!!!" He points to the USA table that is across the room.
"They did!" Carey affirms.
"How do you know?" Jimmy snaps.
"By my telepathic powers!"
"So that practically means that we're both out!" Ryan tells them.
"But a pony just can't interfere and disqualify two teams!" Toews stands up. "You guys should be out, not us!"
"Excuse me!" Zach stands up also. "You guys also had that fair share of that pony, so it's fair if we both go home!"
"Shut up you rioting patriot! Either way, you guys would go home because you lost to us!"
Jimmy stands up. "You beat us because you had the pony and not us!"
"No, we beat you guys because you guys played like a pee-wee hockey team!"
"EXCUSE MEEEEE?!!?" Jimmy zaps Toews with his red energy in frustration.
Toews slides onto the ground, crashing into tables and into the wall. "What...was...that?"
"Uh-oh," Ryan mutters.
"Why did I do that?" Jimmy murmurs to himself.
Toews rushes up to Jimmy and starts fighting him, trying to pull his shirt over him.
The other hockey players sees that there's a fight, so they begin to fight each other.
Before you know it, the Americans and Canadians are fighting/ arguing/ throwing stuff/ quacking at each other, turning the restaurant into a madhouse.
Meanwhile, Antti is already outside the restaurant, just when the arguing started to fire up into a fight.
He presses a button on the intercom and speaks into it. "Okay, Martin, are you in?"
"Yea," Martin answers, "but why are you talking to me? I thought that you were suppose to talk to Pekka."
"Well, our intercoms got lost, but I managed to get one back, and you have everything in front of you, so...yea...."
"Okay, okay, Niemi, what is it?"
"Try to locate where Patrick Kane is at."
"Okay." There is silence for a moment. "He's at the American ca--"
"Where in the American cabins is he?!"
"Let me check." Silence takes over again. "It says that he's u--"
Static covers Martin's sentence.
"Martin? Martin?" Antti taps the intercom screen. "Martin are you there can you hear me--"
"Cheesy, cheesy, cheesy! Go Packers! Uh-uh! Gooooo Packer! Uh-uh! Hope you have cheese on your head! Haha!"
"What the--" The voice from the intercom disappears and the intercom dies. "Wait, no, no, no." Antti's grits his teeth while holding onto the power button, hoping to revive it. The intercom is still dark. "No, no, no...EI!" Antti groans and places his hand on his forehead. "Mitä nyt? En voi mennä etsivät häntä siellä... He tappavat minut. Jonathan on ainoa, joka voi mennä sinne, mutta hän on...ei, siinä on jotain vialla juuri nyt--älkää mennä hänen luokseen. Aion vain odottaa ja katsoa, mitä tapahtuu seuraavaksi. Yritä vain olla kuin säännöllinen urheilija ja napata pronssi. Se on ainoa asia, voisin tehdä juuri nyt... Miski? Miski nyt?"
(NO! ...Now what? I can't go searching for him in there... They'll kill me. Jonathan's the only one that can go in there, but he's...no, there's something wrong with him right now--don't go to him. I'm just gonna wait and see what happens next. Just try to be like a regular athlete and grab the bronze. That's the only thing I could do right now... Why? Why now?)
Meanwhile in the EFP HQS, Peyton Manning is pressing some buttons on his intercom.
"Did I do it?" Aaron asks excitedly.
"Yes, you did a marvelous job. You interrupted the conversation and killed the intercom. Now he can never find us." Peyton chuckles evilly and Aaron joins in, giving him a high five.

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