AAOOOSC! The Movie!

In the Bolshoy Ice Dome, the Canadians and Swedes are receiving their medals somewhat happily after the gold medal match.
"Now please stand for the Canadian Anthem!" the announcer announces. He also says it in French and Russian.
Meanwhile the rest of the hockey players are watching this on TV in McMoose's.
"And like always, Canada gets the gold," Jonathan says flatly.
"They didn't get the gold in 2006, dude," Patrick tells Jonathan.
"Who got the gold in 2006 anyways, hm?" Jonathan raises an eyebrow.
"Oh yea... But Antti, man--" Patrick turns to Antti. "--aren't you suppose to be at the ceremony, dude?"
Antti shakes his head. "No, we already got our medals." He smiles as he raises his shiny, bronze medal.
"But couldn't you guys wait?" Jonathan asks.
"No! No wait!" Tuukka slams his fists on the table. "Tuukka want medal, Tuukka get medal!" He raises El Choowe up, who is wearing the medal around its neck. "Tuukka has medal! And pony!" He rubs his cheek against El Choowe's cheek and closes his eyes with a big smile on his face.
"With Tuukka on your team, everything comes instantly." Kari raises his hand at Tuukka.
Tuukka looks at Kari's hand weirdly. "Why hand close to Tuukka's face?"
"You're suppose to slap it."
"Oh." Tuukka puts El Choowe on the table and slaps Kari's hand hard.
"OWWWwwwww..." Kari pulls his hand away and looks at it. "I'm gonna have to teach you the right way to give high-fives...."
"Who has trash? I'll throw it away," Antti offers.
"Ooo, I do!" Kari gives Antti his tray full of wrappers and boxes.
Antti grabs the tray and the rest of the trash on the table and makes his way towards the trashcan.
"Um, I'll be right back." Jonathan gets up and walks up to Antti. He clears his throat. "Uh, Antti. I'm sorry...for getting all snappy and raising my voice on you...."
"Oh, that's okay, Jonathan, I understand." Antti dumps the trash into the trashcan. "I forgive you. But thank you"--he places the tray on the pile of trays on the trashcan-- "for saving me yesterday."
"Oh, that was nothing." Jonathan chuckles. "But you're welcome. So we're good?"
"Yea, yea, we're good."
"Okay, goo--" Jonathan's sentence is drowned by all the Olympic hockey teams walking in and chatting loudly. "Whoa, where did all these people come from?"
"Ha. ha. ha. ha. He. he. he. he. Canada's the team that beat the sad Swedes! Ha. ha. ha. ha!" Zdeno jokes.
Sergei sees Oshie and gives him the death stare as he is sitting down. "Bob."
Oshie points to the TV that shows the clip of him scoring the winning shootout goal on Sergei.
"Bob..," Sergei begins to cry on Evgeni's shoulder. "Bob, Bob, Bob...."
Evgeni pats Sergei's head. "Все в порядке, Сергей. Вы можете иметь свой реванш в плей-офф." (It's okay, Sergei, you can have your revenge in the playoffs.)
Sergei looks up at Evgeni. "Bob?"
"Bob is score."
"Bob!" Bob stands up straight and claps happily.
Hossa is walking around the restaurant handing out kit-kats. "You want kit-kat? You want kit-kat? Kit-kat good for you!"
Jonas walks up to his sidekicks' table. "Hey guys! Look at me!"
They look at him. "Hey, you're back to normal!" Jonathan exclaims.
"Congrats, man!" Patrick says.
"Thanks, Antti for getting me back to normal!" Jonas smiles at Antti.
"No problem. But don't forget to give some of the credit to Martin as well!"
"Now I can turn to my duck man form and back to normal and I can also still turn into a duck."
"Interesting...but cool," Jonathan comments.
The GFP enter the restaurant. "Hello, friends!" Philip says as they walk over to the hockey players' table.
"Hi, hi!" Tony greets.
"So what's going to happen to Manning now?" Antti asks Philip.
"Well, the EFP's powers are disabled since the trade of the NFL is coming up and they can get new powers if they get traded."
Jimmy and Ryan join the conversation. "Hey, that's the same thing for us. Except our powers don't get disabled," Ryan tells the football players.
"Maybe your's just might," Jimmy tells Ryan.
"Trust me, I'll do anything to move to another team. The Sabers stink."
"So your powers are now disabled?" Jonathan asks.
"Yea, but only for a short period of time. Only lasts for like month or so." Joe says.
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Look, look!" Tony goes on his tippy toes and slips an over-sized silver key onto the table top.
"What's this?" Antti drags the key onto the middle of the table and sees the engraved NFL symbol on it.
"It's the Key of the NFL. It's just a symbol that we have control over the NFL," Philip explains.
"You didn't have control over the NFL before, man?" Patrick asks.
"No, we failed to. Manning had control over it. But now that we turned them into the NFL, we gained control back, not only for saving the NFL but also for saving the Olympics."
"Cool, dude!"
"Yup, yup!" Tony smiles.
"But the EFP are gonna get their powers back, right?" Antti asks.
"Yea, and they can go rise into power and try to beat you guys again. That's what I do," Jimmy tells the football players.
"Maybe, maybe not; it depends. I don't have control over if the EFP get their powers back, though," Philip replies.
"Who determines if the EFP keeps their powers are not, man?" Patrick asks.
"The Founders of the NFL."
"There's so many, it's like insane. So we just call 'em the Founders," Jay adds in, waving his hand in the air.
"Same thing here," Antti says. "Except there's only one for the NHL."
"Well, that's nice," Jay says.
"Well, would you like my phone number? We can contact each other for hero duty!" Philip asks.
"Sure!" They both pull out their phones and begin to exchange phone numbers.
All the Canadians walk into the restaurant with their medals
"WHOA! What the heck happened to our restaurant?!" Toews asks with his brown eyes widen.
"It's not our restaurant--it's everyone's!" Sidney tells Toews happily.
"AHHHHH!!! TOO MANY PEOPLE!!!" Marleau hides behind Roberto.
"Aiy, Patrick! How did you even get drafted into the NHL?" Roberto asks, walking around in circles, trying to look at Marleau, but can't since he's following his back.
"Toooo many people... Toooooo many people...."
All the Ducks get together, including Jonas, and they start eating and quacking together happily.
"Aw, great! Now would you look at that!" Toews points to Zdeno, who is walking around, telling jokes to hockey players. "See, Sid, I told ya if we bring in the Americans, the Slovaks would come here in no time!"
"Hey, it's okay!" Sidney pats Toews's back. "At least we got our gold medals!" He raises his from his chest.
"True."
Jimmy turns to Jonathan. "I am sorry, Jonathan Quick, but now it is February 23rd, so you are no longer my friend. Same thing goes with Ryan Miller." He holds out his hand.
"Okay." Jonathan shakes hands. He gets up and walks over to Sidney.
"Oh, there you are!" Sidney exclaims. "I was looking for you! There's so many people here!"
"Yea, I know. But here." Jonathan pulls out Bubby Jr. from his pocket and hands him over to Sidney. "Thanks for letting me take care of him. He was very quiet and cooperative."
"Oh, really?" Sidney smiles. "That's awesome!" He looks at Bubby Jr. "Good job, your daddy'll be proud you!" He pauses for a moment. "Bubby Jr. says that he wants to stay with you again. Here." Sidney gives him back to Jonathan.
"No, no, no, but he's yours!" Jonathan gives the small stuffed gorilla back to Sidney.
"But Bubby Jr. says so!" Sidney tosses Bubby Jr. back to Jonathan, but it got swiped by a white streak mid-air. "What the--" They look down and see El Choowe with the gorilla in its mouth.
"Pony like gorilla?" Tuukka asks, kneeling to El Choowe's level.
El Choowe makes some squeaky noises in agreement.
"That's Bubby Jr.," Sidney tells Tuukka.
"Oh this your gorilla?" Tuukka stands back up with El Choowe. He looks at it. "You give back gorilla to Sid."
El Choowe opens its mouth and the gorilla drops back to Sidney. It looks at him with big eyes.
"Isn't that Peyton's pony?" Sidney asks.
"My pony." Tuukka gives Sidney a stern look as he walks away; El Choowe narrows its eyes at Sidney.
"Well then, now Tuukka owns a pony. Interesting," Sidney mutters to himself.
"Do you want to go back to our table?" Jonathan asks.
"Sure."
Jonathan leads Sidney back to their sidekicks' table.
Victor stands up on an empty table. "I feel some party vibes wanting to be exposed! So let's salsa! Hit the lights!" He points to a waiter, who stumbles over to the light switch and turns it off. Victor pushes the tables out of the way to make room for dancing.
Colorful lights appear in the dark room and Happy by Pharrell Williams starts playing.
Victor starts dancing the salsa in the middle of the room, wearing a sombrero; the other football players start dancing as well; Zdeno joins them with Hossa, doing some Slovak dance. The Swedes come in and Henrik starts dancing the disco, stealing the spotlight. Before you know, it, everyone is dancing their last Olympic day away.

The End.

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