AAOOOSC! The Movie!

Patrick runs back to the American cabins excitedly. He barges into the main room, where he sees his teammates just sitting there all bored and sad. "Hey, guys!" He waves at them. No one says anything back to him. "What's wrong, dudes?"
"We lost...," Zach starts.
"...yesterday." Cam finishes.
"We lost yesterday," Joe Pavelski tells Patrick.
"So, no gold for us, man?" Patrick makes a worried look. Everyone shakes their heads. Patrick turns to Jonathan. "Jonny dude?"
Jonathan sighs. "We lost 1 to 0 thanks to Benn. But then the Canadians were caught with that magic sneezing pony, so they got disqualified, but we also got disqualified because he also had that pony."
Patrick scratches his head. "Man, I missed a lot. Sorry, guys."
"It's okay," TJ Oshie replies.
Someone knocks on the door.
Zach stands up. "The captain'll get it!" He walks confidently to the door and starts talking to the person who knocked.
Patrick sits next to Jonathan. "Does Antti know that I'm here, dude?"
"I dunno," Jonathan says carelessly. "But where were you?!"
"Held hostage with the GFP, man."
"GFP? What does that mean?"
"Good Football Players' Society, dude."
Jonathan gasps. "That's who we're lookin' for!
"Well, I found them, man."
Jonathan stands up. "We have to tell the rest and team up with them!"
"But they're at their events, dude."
Zach comes back in. "Okay, so it is official that Canada and we are disqualified. But there has to be a bronze medalist, so we are going to play against Canada again today. And for the gold match is Finland versus Sweden."
"Hey, better than Canada winning gold," Pavelski comments.
"So to the ice rink! Whoo!" Zach pumps his fist in the air and walks out of the room.
"Uh-oh, he's starting to act like Bylsma..," Brooks tells Paul.
"One Bylsma is enough," Paul says.

Later on in the Bolshoy Ice Dome, the Americans are warming up when the Finnish team comes in.
All the American players stop skating and make puzzled looks.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Timeout, timeout!" Zach makes the timeout signal with his hands.
"The game hasn't even started yet, Parise!" Pavelski tells Zach.
"Aren't we suppose to play against the Canadians?" Zach asks Bylsma.
All the Americans nod their heads.
"Why the heck would we play against the Canadians again?" Bylsma asks from the bench.
"Because the head poncho of the Olympics said so!"
"Well, according to what the 'head poncho' of the Olympics gave me, we are playing against Finland."
"Hey, that's better than playing against Canada again," Pavelski comments.
"So does that mean that Canada is in the gold medal match?!" Zach cries.
"Yup." Bylsma smiles. "I'm so proud of my Sidney."
"Ugh...." Zach turns around, facing his confused teammates. "Change of plans, guys--we're gonna play against the Finns."
Jonathan gulps. "That means I'm against...Rask." He sees Tuukka saving every single puck being shot at him.
"Don't worry, dude, you'll do great, man!" Patrick pats Jonathan's buff shoulder.
"I hope...." Jonathan skates back to his net.
Meanwhile in the benches...
"Now do you want to be the main goalie?" Ryan asks Jimmy.
"No, against Rask! Thank God I'm third string! Only good reason not to be the main goalie!" Jimmy leans towards Jonathan's direction. "Hey, Quick, good luck! And put your last name to good use now!"
Jonathan looks at Jimmy. "Haha, thanks for the encouragement, Jimmy."
"You better not leave us medal-less!" Ryan tells Jonathan.
"Okay then, would you like to take my place?" Jonathan crosses his arms as best as he could. Jimmy and Ryan both shake their heads. "So be quiet."
"Let's just how well he does!" Jimmy chuckles.
"At least the blame wouldn't be on us if we lose!" Ryan says. They both chuckle evilly together.

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