Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!

Bus to Knotts Berry Farm

On one sunny day, almost all of the NHL are on a bus, going to Knotts Berry Farm.
"I wanna go--to Knotts Berry Farrrrrrm! I wanna go--to Knotts Berry Farrrrrm!" Sidney Crosby sings, patting on the window panel to the tune.
"We are going to Knotts Berry Farm," Jonathan Quick, who is sitting next to him tells him.
"So is Bubby!" Sidney squeezes his huge, stuffed gorilla, Bubby, into a tight hug. "And Bubby Jr.!" He holds up a smaller version of Bubby in the air.
Jonathan raises an eyebrow. "You're gonna carry that big thing all over the park?"
"I'm not gonna leave 'im on the bus!" Sidney's brown eyes widen at the thought of that. "That'll be curel!"
"Well, good luck carrying 'em all over the park." Jonathan turns away from Sidney.
Sitting in front of them are Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews.
"Why is everyone so exicted to go to a farm?" Toews asks.
"It's not a farm, dude, it's an amusement park, man," Patrick tells his friend.
"So why is it called 'Knotts Berry Farm'? Why not 'Knottsland,' like 'Disneyland' or Legoland'?"
Patrick shrugs. "I dunno, dude, ask the owner, man."
"I still think we're going to a farm. Is Rivers gonna be there?" Toews makes a goofy look.
Patrick shoots Toews an odd look. "I dunno, dude, but I doubt it, man."
"I'm gonna ask him." Toews pulls out his iPhone and starts iMessaging Philip Rivers, the quarterback of the San Diego Chargers and the King of the Funny Faces in the NFL.
"Is it scary...?" Patrick Marleau asks Roberto Luongo, who both of them are sitting in the back of the bus with Brad Marchand.
"Aw, Patrick, no, it's not gonna be scary! It's gonna be fun!" Roberto says with a Mexican accent; he scrubs Marleau's brown hair.
"It sounds scary..." Marleau hugs himself.
"Don't worry, it'll be great! Don't be scared!"
"Scary, scary, scary..."
"If it was October, then yea, it would be scary," Brad told him in a French accent.
"Is it October?" Marleau looks at Brad with big eyes.
"No, it's June."
"That's still close to October...that means it's scary..." Marleau curls up into a tiny ball.
"Aiy, chihuahua, how am I gonna go on the Xcelerator with him?" Roberto points to Marleau, who's now shaking.
Antti Niemi, who's sitting in the seat in front of them, turns around. "I'll watch over him for the day."
"Really?"
"Yea." Antti looks down at Marleau. "Marleau?"
Marleau looks up at Antti. "Nemooooo!" He gets up and sits next to Antti.
"There, problem solved," Brad tells Roberto. "Now we can buy all the burritos we can and ride on all the rides we can!"
"Yes! It's gonna be great, mi amigo!" Roberto high-fives Brad. (...my friend!)
On the front seats of the bus, Kari Lehtonen is on his iPhone, next to Tuukka Rask. "OMG, going to go to Knotts Berry Farm! Gonna be so fun! And I'm all prepared for the trip!" Kari looks around, seeing all the One Direction books he brought over surrounding him. "Hashtag awesome, hashtag me, hastag knotts berry farm, hastag--"
"Hastag stop hashtag," Tuukka cuts in.
"No, Tuukka I was not gonna hastag that. I was gonna type--" Kari continues typing. "--hastag one of the best days ever." He posts it. "There." He turns to Tuukka. "Do you have a Twitter?"
"Uhhh...I have pony." Tuukka holds up his brand new pet, El Choowe.
Kari makes a disgusted look. "Ew, you brought that thing over? Good luck trying to get it pass the gates!" He beings to stalk One Direction's twitter. "Oh my gosh! Harry just bought an island! I wanna go to it!" Starts typing on his iPhone.
El Choowe squeaks at bit.
"What, pony?" Tuukka asks El Choowe.
El Choowe strechtes its neck, overlooking Kari's phone.
Kari eyes El Choowe and scoots away from it.
El Choowe tries to get closer, but Tuukka pulls it away from him.
"Bad pony. Don't look at Kari's phone like that."
El Choowe squeaks sadly, so Tuukka feds it a carrot.
"So, Iceburgh, how do you think we'll do next year?" Marc-André Fleury asks Iceburgh.
Icebugh just eats an icecube.
"Yer guys ar gonnah do sho bad, you whon even go to duh playoffsh!" Giroux shouts from across the aisle. He's sitting next to his buddy, Scott Hartnell, who's reading a magazine about the Columbus Blue Jackets.
"I was not asking you, Claude, I was asking my friend, Iceburgh. Anyways, what's with the cowboy accent? Aren't you French?"
"Oui, je shuis français, encore!" (Yes, I am French, still!)
"Eh bien, il ne ressemble pas à elle!" (Well, it doesn't sound like it!)
"Tu as un problème avec mon shtyle de parler?" (You have a problem with my style of talking?)
"Oui, parce que ce n'est pas la façon dont nous les français parlent comme!" (Yes, because that is not how us French people talk like!)
Then they got into a French argument with Iceburgh just eating ice cubes.
Toews perks up a bit. "Ooo...there's French speakers here! Salut, je m'appelle Jonathan Toews. Je peux parler français..." (Hello, my name is Jonathan Toews. I can speak French...)
"Oh no, man..." Patrick places his head on his hands. "Please stop, dude."
"Uhhh...I understand what their saying...uhhh...," Corey Crawford says, smiling.
"What are they saying, Crow?" Andrew Shaw asks.
"Uhhh..."
"Well, this is gonna take a while to translate..."
"NOOOO!!!" Jonas cries from the middle of the bus, surrounded by bags of chips, bread, and crumbs. "Swizterland just got killed by France in the World Cup 5 to 2!!!" He begins to cry. "Whyyyyy???"
"It's okay, it's okay," Ryan Getzlaf pats Jonas's shoulder to comfort him.
"Easy for you to say--Canada's not even in the World Cup!" Jonas slumps and eats more chips. "Quack."
"But the reason why Canada's not in the World Cup is because they didn't even make through the qualifying round! That's how bad we are in soccor! You're better than us!"
"Well, yea, that's true... Thanks for trying to cheer me up." Jonas eats a chunck of bread.
"Ha. ha. ha. ha.," Zdeno Chára starts, walking around the bus, "he, he, he, he. These hockey players are going somewhere not so tiny! Ha. ha. ha. ha!"
"You want kit-kat?" Marián Hossa holds out a basket of kit-kats towards Zdeno.
"Oh, thank you friend!" Zdeno takes one and begin munching it, lumbering back to his seat.
"TUUKKA WANTS KIT-KAT!!!" Tuukka runs over to Hossa and grabs the basket and begins shoving all the kit-kats in his mouth. "Mmmmm! Yummy!"
Hossa narrowed his eyes. "Musíš byť srandu..." He looked down at his empty basket. "No, tam ide o štvrtinu mojich kit-kats. A ja hovorím, že preto, že som sa viac!" He raises up a backpack full of kit-kats. (You gotta be kidding me... Well, there goes a quarter of my kit-kats. And I say that because I got more!)
"Hmmm...I wonder how this day's gonna go like...," Jimmy Howard mutters while stroking his chin. "A day in an amusement park with a bunch of hockey players... Fun."
"Are you being sarcastic?" Ryan Miller asks.
"I don't know...I just don't know...."
"He's being sarcastic," Carey Price tells him.
"Ack, why did you read my mind!" Jimmy snaps.
"Just answering Ryan's question, that's all."
"I'm gonna go on all the up-side down rides there are," Ryan says, "for the whole day, so don't bother me while I'm on 'em."
"I'm gonna go with you, then!" Carey tells Ryan.
"I just told you not to bother me when I go on them! Didn't you listen?"
"I'm not going on any rides," Henrik Lundqvist pipes in, who is sitting on the seat behind them. "If I do, I'm gonna mess up my hair...and lose my sunglasses." He strokes his perfect, combed hair and slips on his sunglasses.
"So what are you gonna do then? Walking around the park, lookin' like a model?" Ryan guesses.
"Practically, yes." Henrik lends back into his seat.
"Is there anyone else in the Detroit Red Wings that is on the bus, not including me?" Jimmy asks, looking around.
"My bro's here." Ryan points across the aisle to Drew Miller, Ryan's younger brother with gray hair, who is fixing a small, green vacuum cleaner.
"What on earth is he doing with that thing?" Jimmy points to Drew.
"Well, he was vacuuming his house when his vacuum cleaner swallowed a plastic bag, clogging it," Ryan explains. "So now his job is to get it unclogged since that's our mom's and she'll get very mad if she finds it like this."
"Aren't you gonna help him?" Carey asks.
"Nah, he has it."
Drew stciks his fingers in the tube of the vacuum cleaner and pulled out a small piece of plastic with a look of triumph. "Hey, Ryan!" He holds up the plastic, turning to his older brother. "I got it unclogged!"
"That's what was clogging the vacuum?" Ryan asks.
"Yup! And I also found out that there's a little compartment that has other vacuuming tools that I could've used when cleaning the rugs. Oh well." He shoved the plastic in his pocket.
"I thought it was a plastic bag, not a piece of plastic..." Ryan shakes his head. "My brother sometimes."
"I gotta tell you, it was the stupidest thing the vacuum has ever vacuumed!" Drew tells Ryan.
"Yup, you got that right."
"Now what is he gonna do with that thing?" Jimmy asks.
"Good question--vacuum the park?" Ryan begins to laugh.
"He's thinking of leaving it in the bus," Carey tells him.
"Gosh, you have to spoil everything, Price!"
"Sorry, sorry, just the truth!"
"Bob!" Sergei Bobrovsky pipes randomly.
"Что, что это, Сергей?" Evgeni Malkin asks him. (What, what is it, Sergei?)
"Куда мы идем?" (Where are we going?)
"Э-э...на ферму...Я слышал..." (Uhhh...to a farm...I heard...)
"О нет, я забыл принести мои комбинезон! Боб, Боб, Боб!" (Oh no, I forgot to bring my overalls! Bob, bob, bob!)
"Не волнуйтесь, никто не носит комбинезон, так что вы будете прекрасны." Evgeni pats Sergei's shoulder. (Don't worry, no one else is wearing overalls, so you'll be fine.)
"Хорошо..." Sergei looks up at Evgeni. "Bob." (Okay...)
"Ты хочешь спросить других, которые фермы мы собираемся?" (You want to ask the others which farm we're going to?)
"Нет, вы спросите. Bob." (No, you ask.)
"Хорошо." Evgeni walks up to Sidney. "What farm we go to?" (Okay.)
"Oh, we're going to Knotts Berry Farm!" Sidney exclaims super excitedly.
"No, what farm? What food farm?"
"Wha-wha do you mean?" Sidney makes a confused look.
"I think he's asking what type of farm we're going to," Jonathan tells Sidney.
"Oh, like starwberries, or blueberries or peaches or apples, right?"
"Yea."
"Well, we're not going to an actually farm--we're going to an--"
The bus stops in the parking lot of Knotts, showing all the twisting roller coasters reaching towards the sky and people walking towards the bridge that leads them to the enterance. "--amusement park!"
"We have now arrived at our destination. Please get off with all your personal items and enjoy your time at Knotts Berry Farm!" the bus driver announces from the intercom.
"Does that including this?" Drew raises his vacuum clearner, letting the driver see it.
"Yup."
"Darn it." Drew frowned.
Evgeni looks out the window with shock. "That no farm..."
"Because it's not a farm! Let's go!" Sidney stands up with Bubby and Bubby Jr. and swings his black Penguins backpack. He walks out of the bus with Jonathan, leaving Evgeni behind.
"Bob..." Sergei joins Evgeni, looking at the park weirdly. "Это не ферма." (That's not a farm)
"Это то, что я сказал Сид. Ну что ж, пойдем." (That's what I told Sid. Oh well, let's go.)
They walk back to their seats to grab their things.
The rest of the hockey players got off the bus with their items and made their way to Knotts Berry Farm!

To be continued!










Notes

Okay, so let me get this straight: this story was written on the 26 of June, before I left to San Jose. I didn't get it up on the website though because I didn't finish it and I was in the middle of my screenplay and almost done getting over my cold. This was inspired by my trip because during the trip, I went to California's Great America, another amusement park. The reason why I picked Knotts instead of that one was because I had no idea how the Great America was like since I went there when I was little and didn't remember any of it and I recently went to Knotts, which was AMAZING!!! (And yes, I went on ALL the thrill rides there, so I'll descibe them in the next story).
I'll say that this story broke the 'Mini' Stories rule since it's kinda long due to the many characters in it.
Aaaaand I'm planning that the next one will also be long.
Well then, other than that...I SHOULD GO!
OOO! And...HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!
Bye!
PS The part of Drew Miller and the vacuum cleaner was inspired by my brother, who was vacuuming around me and did the exact same thing Drew did. I didn't know what Drew should do when Ryan points him out, so I asked my bro and he said vacuuming or something along those lines, so yea....
PSS I sang in California's Great America on a karaoke stage, singing Royals by Lorde, so you can watch me right over here
PSSS Don't go looking for the second part of this story!!! I hadn't written it! XD

Comments

@A Shruinger sure no problem

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
Thank you :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/21/17

@A Shruinger ok I understand


Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
I'm sorry, but:

"If you were looking for a romance story of you and your favourite hockey player, you have come to the wrong place." -copied and pasted from my profile

Look at the description of "AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!" for more information regarding what type of requests I accept if you'd like.

I do recommend Tumblr, Wattpad, or other romantic-themed one-shot collections on this site to request on. :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/18/17

could you do guy: Jake Guentzel name: Brooke matoic type of imagine: smut jake and I just got back from celebrating winning the Stanley Cup and he thinks I was flirting with Olli Maatta and Jakes gets jealous and after we get home this big huge fight breaks out between me and jake he says that he should have listened to PK Subban and leave me and I told him that he probably should have and then I mumbled under my breath that I bet Olli could do a lot better when it comes to sex unlike jake and he hears me now he's far beyond pissed off he tells me to repeat myself but he knows what I said I repeat myself and then he tells me he's going to prove that he can do better because he needs to set me straight.

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/18/17