Warning: Has some vague spoiler points about the end of "AAOOOSC! Wheatie Bits."

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November 6, 2017

After the win 7-0 against Team Russia…

Brett and Kale are sitting together in the back, on the plane to Swift Current. They are having pizza and drinks.

Brett: OOOO CANADA!

Kale: Our home and native land!

Brett: Truuuuuuue patriot love!

Kale: In all thy sons command!

Brett eats pizza

Brett: *muffles* Fiff fow fee farf

Kale: We see thee rise!

Brett: *strongly after swallowing* The true north strong and free!

Kale: From far and wide

Brett: OOOO Canada!

Together: We stand on guard on thee!

Kale: God keep our land!

Brett: Glorious and free!

Kale: OOOO Canada—

Brett: We stand on guard for thee!

Together: O CANADA WE STAND ON GUARD FOR THEE!!!! YEAH!

They clink their drinks together and drink.

Kale: 7 to zero! Amazing!

Brett: And I scored and assisted!

Kale: You did do really well!

Brett: Of course I did. And hey, you did pretty great too: 2 assists?

Kale: Three.

Brett: Three assists. Even better. *drinks*

Kale: But hey, we can’t get too caught up in the victory. We have one more match tomorrow.

Brett: Ah yes, round two! *deep breath* A chance to cream 'em even more!

Kale: And maybe you can get a hat trick!

Brett: Oh, that’d be nice. Maybe you should get a goal too

Kale: I got some shots on goal. But not IN the goal. At least I assisted. Anyway, how’s Jake Dog? *eats*

Brett: Oh, haha, he kept me up late last night bawling about his loss. BU’s having a sluggish season.

Kale: Aw, sorry about that.

Brett: *swiping through text messages* And now he’s talking to me about his next game…

Kale: *surprised* How many messages is that?

Brett: Oh, you think this is a lot? You should’ve seen last night. I lost my patience scrolling down my lock screen. *looks at phone* Sorry, Jake Dog, but I’m too busy celebrating. *turns off phone* I’ll text him tonight for a bit. *pauses* I always do say and then I always end up texting him for HOURS.

Kale: It’s not fun texting him like that? I’d love to text my friends like that! But instead, I get Pat who is the worst at holding balanced conversations and Duker who just communicates with memes.

Brett: It’s tiring. But don’t get me wrong, Jake Dog is my bestie. Hey, how’re the two doing?

Kale: Not too well: they’re both injured.

Brett: Oooo…too bad…I guess that’s what happens when you go into the NHL, eh?

Kale: Hey, I wanna go to the NHL!

Brett: Trust me, I do too, but us juniors are healthy!

Kale: Haha, did they get the curse of the NHL?

Brett: From the looks of it

Kale: Oh, but Duker’s in the AHL.

Brett: Major or minor pro leagues’ curse

Kale: Right!

Brett: But what’s wrong with them?

Kale: Uh, Duker’s got shoulder surgery, so he’s healing from that for a couple of months. And Pat got slammed badly on the boards in a game, so he’s out with a concussion. He’s trying to get on the ice, but it’s hard for him.

Brett: Ouch, that’s no fun.

Kale: Yeah. I guess it’s good to be back in the juniors for the season. And then when we go into the NHL, we’ll be just as big as the veterans.

Brett: Oh yeah! That’s a good way to look at it!

Kale: Of course. I gotta make the most out of the hurt of going another year here *chuckles*

Brett: I feel ya. Wanna hear something worse than what we went through?

Kale: Hit it.

Brett: Yamma Mamma.

Kale: He’s in the NHL. Still blows my mind at how he managed to stay up there.

Brett: Not anymore. They just sent him down to the juniors this morning.

Kale: No way!

Brett: Yeah way *eats*

Kale: Well, gotta say hi to him.

Brett: He’s gonna be mad.

Kale: *chuckles* We’re all on the same boat.

Brett: *lowly* But hey—

Kale: Hm?

Brett: What you think about Carter?

Kale: *shrugs* He’s fine. No threats. We’re cool, right?

Brett: I don’t know if it’s me, but I’m still getting that hate vibe from him. *throws eyes at his direction*

Kale: Well, he doesn’t talk to us. I just ignore him.

Brett: Trust me, I want to be on good terms with him. But it’s kinda hard to after all the fights we went through against each other and the grudge he’s holding against us.

Kale: He still has a grudge?

Brett: Wow, you really are ignoring him. Look.

They look

Carter has hard eyes on them. Turns away.

They do too

Kale: If looks can kill, we would’ve been dead right now. No, take that back, I would’ve been dead a long time ago with Pat’s looks!

Brett: He hates us.

Kale: What can we do about it?

Brett: Make him like us.

Kale: And how do you plan to do that?

Brett: Talk to him. Slap him upside his head. Something.

Kale: Let’s refrain from violence and not poke at this whatever you call it. Let’s just see how it goes. As long as he doesn’t hurt us, we’ll be fine. Besides, he lost his magic— We’ll definitely beat him in a fight.

Brett: Right, right. That’s comforting. I’m gonna get me another slice. *gets up and leaves*

Someone follows him with his eyes. Once Brett passes by, it is seen to be Stuart Skinner, who is next to Carter. He looks at Kale

Kale is occupied with his phone, eating pizza.

Stuart looks at his goalie. Looks away.


Later on, they are in the hotel in Swift Current.

Brett and Kale are in the hotel room sleeping. The hallway light pours over them as the door opens. A shadow casts over them. Footsteps. Halt.

A dark figure is in the doorway. He steps into the darkness, being lit by the moonlight. It’s Carter.

His eyes sweep the room. He spots Kale’s phone charging on the night table. He quickly steps up to it. He yanks it off from the charger, waking it up, and peers at it. He scrolls down from the notifications, spotting messages from Pat.

A smirk forms on his face. He turns off the phone, slips it into his left pocket, and steps out of the room.

He walks down the hallway, pulls the phone from his right pocket.

Then thunder rolls, causing him to halt in his tracks.

Stuart: Nice phone you got there.

Carter turns around, spotting his goalie buddy. He is holding his phone disguised as Kale’s.

Carter: Isn’t it past your bedtime?

Stuart: Isn’t it past yours too? *steps up to him; thunder rolls more* We’re on the same boat here, Carter. *holds hand out at him* Hand me the phone.

Carter turns it off: It’s mine. *slips it in his right pj’s pocket.*

Stuart: Yeah, and Claguer was borrowing it, sure. *shakes hand* Phone.

Carter: Why are you following me?

Stuart: Things get strange at this hour *thunder* Gotta keep an eye out for my goalie partner.
Carter: I don’t need anyone looking over me. If I did, I would’ve asked. *tries to pass by him*

Stuart blocks him with wind

Stuart: First phone.

Carter nails him to the wall with a blast of silver.

Carter: First, get out of my business, Skinny. *begins walking away*

Stuart stares down at him.

Wind begins whipping around Carter as lightning flashes and thunder clashes. Carter halts in his place, shielding his eyes as rain twirls around him. He is slowly pressed down to the ground on his knees.

Stuart stares more at him. The silver holding him creaks under the wind and snaps from the wind, flinging away from sight.

Stuart drops to his feet and holds his hand out at Carter. The phone flies out at him and he catches it like a puck

The small hurricane dies down, leaving Carter with messy hair and on his knees.

Stuart: Thank you.

Carter staggers to his feet. Lunges at him.

Stuart sprays him with lots of rain.

Carter falls to the ground, soaked.

Stuart: Hm, you’re off your game. Must be lacking sleep. *goes up to him* Come on, time for bed. *drags him to his room*

Carter is too weary to put up a fight.


Back in the skaters’ room…

Kale wakes up. He wearily pats on the night table to search his phone for the time. He pats on the empty space. His eyes widen at the odd feeling. He peers at the space.

It seems empty…

He turns on the lamp. Squints eyes at the light.

It IS empty!!

Kale: My phone. Where’s my phone? *looks around in his bed* I swore I was charging my phone here. *sees charger still plugged in* Yeah, it’s plugged in… *turns around to Brett* Brett!

Brett doesn’t answer.

Kale: Flame Wave!

Brett snuggles with his pillow.

Kale: Bretty Bretty Boo Boo!

Brett: *snaps his eyes* Why’d you call me that?

Kale: Anything to get you awake— *directs to empty space* Did you take my phone?

Brett: What? *looks at empty space* Why would I want your phone? I got mine right here. *pulls it out from under pillow*

Kale: It’s gone. I had it charged right here and I woke up to check the time and it’s gone. Someone took it.

Brett: You didn’t accidentally misplaced it?

Kale: No— the charger is still plugged in. Why on earth would I plug the charger and not my phone?

Brett: Go to back to sleep, it should reappear in the morning.

Thunder and lightning

Kale: Whoa, there’s a storm going on?

Brett: What? In this weather? It’s already winter here—there’s not supposed to be storms here, let alone thunder storms—

THUNDER!

Kale: I’m not hallucinating, am I?

Brett: No, no, I hear it too.

BOOM! FLASH!

Brett: I think the NHL is calling me.

Kale: Kings have nothing to do with this

BOOM!

Kale: It seems to be coming from the hallway.

Brett: But the windows are right here.

Silence.

Kale: I think it died down.

Brett: Why did you wake me up in the first place? *snuggles back into bed* Don’t wake me up until the sun’s up with sanity.

Kale: Sorry, I was thinking if you got my phone. *lowers himself back down* But I guess not…

Door creaks open.

Kale snaps his eyes to it.

Someone is walking in.

Kale slides himself under the blanket and yeah, he’s scared.

The person is coming closer to him.

Kale braces himself.

The person halts next to him in the light of the lamp. Kale looks up at him.

It’s Stuart, who is plugging Kale’s phone back in.

Kale narrows his eyes at him with bewilderment.

Stuart: I see you.

Kale: Skipy! What are you doing here?

Stuart: Well, my goalie partner decided to do things in the dark tonight and I had to fix it for him. *puts phone down* There’s your phone.

Kale: *in disbelief* Carter took my phone?

Stuart: Right under your nose.

Kale: Well, thanks for giving it back. I was starting to worry about it.

Stuart: Yeah, figured you need it before the team breakfast. I don’t know why he stole your phone though.

Kale: We have bad blood between each other. It’s a long story. I have a guess of why though.

Stuart: And your guess is…?

Kale: To get information about Pat. Nolan Patrick, my friend.

Stuart: Ah, second pick out of Brandon, eh?

Kale: Yup.

Stuart: I hated him. When he was coming at me with the puck during a game, of course.

Kale: *chuckles* I don’t blame you, he’s a killer on the ice.

Stuart: Yeah. Ugh. *looks at phone* Your phone’s here and you should put it somewhere else nearby you so that Carter won’t get his paws on it.

Kale: Okay. *slips it into the drawer* Gotta wait for it to complete charging.

Stuart: Get wireless charging. Anything for the sake of your phone.

Kale: Yeah, yeah, I’ll look into that. Thanks.

Stuart: Sure. Night, Claguer.

Kale: Good night, Skipy.

Stuart: *walking away* Howdy.

Brett: *waves aimlessly* Go away, Skips.

Stuart chuckles then leaves.


November 7, 2017

Next day…

Kale’s phone rings. Someone picks it up.

It’s Carter. Carter looks at it.

It’s Pat.

A smirk forms on his face. He looks at the bed next to him. Stuart is still asleep in the morning.
Carter goes through the messages:

Pat: Hey Kale.
My head still hurts like crazy.
I really wanna get back on the ice.
Are you still asleep?

Carter scrolls higher to see how Kale texts. With a nod, he begins typing:

Carter (as Kale): I’m awake, Pat.
Sorry that your head is still hurting. I really hope you get better.

Pat: Thanks :) Did I wake you?

Kale: Nah, I was already awake.

Pat: Early riser, eh?

Carter pauses. Then:

Kale: Actually, I was hanging out with Carter.

Pause. Then the three dots appear.

Pat: What?
Carter?
You mean that guy who tried to hijack my life?

Kale: I know, he wrecked your life—our lives.
But he’s actually a cool person. I mean, do I have a choice if he’s the starting goalie of Team WHL?

Pat: He was the starting goalie of Team Canada in the juniors and we avoided him like a plague.
Why are you associating with him?

Kale: He came up to me and at first I wanted to get away, but we really opened up and it was really nice. I would like for you to see the good side of him.

Carter is worried he’s making himself a bit TOO nice.

Pat: Kale, get your head back in reality. He may seem nice to you, but he’s what TS says "a nightmare dressed as a daydream." He is a trap, I’ve learned from myself and my stupid mistakes.

Uh-oh, Carter is cornered now. How can he pull himself away from this corner?

Kale: What harm would he possibly want to do to me if you’re not around? He’s the one after you, not me.

Pat: You’re my friend. He can use you to get to me. He’s crafty, Kale. Watch out.

Ouch. Pat’s right. But he’s more crafty than he thinks since he thinks this is from Kale.

Pat: Can we drop this topic? My head’s pounding over it.

Then an idea comes to mind: What if Carter can heal Pat’s head in an exchange of having his life. If only he still has magic. He’d have to go to the founder for that. The founder…

But Pat won’t know anything about that. He’s an NHL power player, not WHL power player. Different founders.

Carter begins typing when—

Stuart: Morning, Hartsy.

Carter fumbles with the phone.

Carter: Hey, Skinny, glad you’re awake.

Stuart: Who’re you texting?

Carter: *shrugs* Family.

Stuart: Hm. *gets up and leaves*

Carter looks back down

Pat: I have to go lie down. Talk to you soon.

Carter types back

Kale: Okay, have a good nap :)

Pat: Thanks :))

Carter smirks as he turns off the phone. He then looks at the cover. He switched it to look like his…


Meanwhile, Kale is already up and ready, yet is having a weird time with his phone.

Kale: What? This never happened… Why is this there? What happened to that? Where did everything go?

Brett: *comes into room, ready to go too* Let’s go, Kale!

Kale: Wait! My phone!

Brett: You got it—you’re holding it right in your hand.

Kale: But it’s weird. Look. *shoes it to him* All of my contacts is gone. My tabs are gone. Even most of my apps are gone. And my wallpaper is even different! *scrutinizes it*

Brett: But it’s your phone.

Kale: *looks at it* Yeah, it is, but someone messed with it.

Brett: Skipy?

Kale: Carter. Skipy said Carter took it.

Brett: Oooo gotta ask about that then…

Kale: *groans* Why does he do this to me??


At the breakfast…

They are all eating a yummy breakfast :)

The skaters and goalies are far away.

Kale: How do I talk to Skipy about this if he’s right next to Carter?

Brett: Pull him to aside? I think you should wait until after breakfast. This bacon is bomb. *eats some*

Kale: But I can’t eat with my phone being all weird! I need it to communicate! I need to see if Pat is fine, if my coaches said anything, if the Kings called me up. *sighs* But I don’t want Carter to see that I’m on to something or else he’ll just make things way harder. I need Skipy to just *pretends to move him with perspective* move. *idea pops into mind* I got it.

Kale turns to his other side, where Tanner is serving himself more pancakes.

Kale: Hey, Kasp, wanna call over Skipy to see if he wants some pancakes?

Tanner: Hi, ho, Skipy, yo!

Stuart looks at him oddly

Tanner: *raises up pancakes* Pancakes!

Stuart: Um, I’m fine—

Tanner: Get some!

Stuart: Alright. *gets up with his plate*

Stuart begins serving himself more next to Kale

Kale: *nudges him* Skipy.

Stuart: Yeah?

Kale: Continue serving pancakes.

Stuart does so

Kale: I need to talk to you about my phone. To not lead Carter onto something, we’ll do it outside: I’ll leave first, and then you. Got it?

Stuart: Yeah. I’ll be watching you. *leaves*

Brett: Smart.

Kale: Anything to play it safe.

Tanner: Pancakes?

Kale: You got me. *gets some*

Brett: Hit me up too. *gets some*

They eat pancakes.

Brett: You know what goes best with chocolate pancakes?

Kale: What?

Brett: Orange juice.

Kale: We got some here.

Brett: Thankfully. *dips pancakes in them*

Kale: Whoa, what are you doing?

Brett: I said they go best together, right? *eats them*

Kale: Ugh. That’s orange juice! Why don’t you use the maple syrup?

Brett: I already did. Then I dip it and eat it. *does so*

Kale: I’ll stick to drinking my orange juice separate from my pancakes, thank you. *does so*

Brett: Okay, you’re missing out on all this goodness. Just think orange-flavoured chocolate. Delicious.

Kale: *stares at him* No. *turns away* No. No.

Brett: Yum, yum, yum.

Kale eyes the door. He eyes the goalies—they’re occupied with talking. Kale eyes the door again.

Finishes pancakes.

One more glance at Stuart, then he gets up and leaves.

Brett: My eating habits are really that bad?

Stuart looks up to see that Kale is gone.

Stuart: Hey, I’ll be back. Gotta wash up.

Carter: Okay.

Stuart gets up and leaves.


Outside of the eating room…

Stuart: What’s up?

Kale: Carter messed with my phone.

Stuart takes it and swipes through it.

Stuart: I don’t know how your phone’s supposed to look like. *hands it back*

Kale: Can you look at his phone? See if it has my stuff? I really need my contacts back.
Stuart: I swore I gave your phone back. *scratches head* Maybe Carter swapped again while I was asleep. I’ll look into it.

Kale: Thanks.

Stuart: *turning off phone* Sure. *leaves*

Kale stays behind.


Stuart goes back to Carter

Stuart: Can I use your phone? For your goalie partner?

Carter: What happened to your phone?

Stuart: It died on me. Forgot to charge it last night and I need to call my family for something.

Carter: Okay. *hands it*

Stuart takes it and leaves.

He bumps into Kale

Kale: Whoa, that quick?

Stuart: Special goalie partner privileges. *turns it on* Let’s see what’s here…

Kale: Go to contacts.

Stuart does so.

Kale: These are ALL mine! Wait, go to calls.

Stuart does so.

Kale: No new calls. Good.

Stuart: He was texting someone this morning.

Kale: Shoot. Go there.

Stuart does so.

Stuart: This morning, seven o’—

Kale stares hard at the messages he sent to Pat.

Kale: What is he doing?? *takes phone* He’s using me to make himself look good for Pat! At least Pat is not buying into it…

Stuart: Why is he texting Patrick?

Kale: I really don’t know why…he just wants to be…him.

Stuart: Him? Like…

Kale: Once upon a time, not too long ago, he did, um, possess him.

Stuart: Like a spirit?

Kale: He had magic powers. But not anymore—they got burnt out.

Stuart: Thank goodness, I don’t want him possessing me. I’m good.

Kale: I gotta tell Pat all this mix up. *begins texting* "Hey, Pat, it’s Kale, whatever text you received this morning, DON’T listen to them, those are from Carter, he took my phone—"

Doors open. They turn around.

The whole team is coming out.

Brett: Hey, morning skate time, Claguer!

Kale pulls him to shield him from view

Brett: Whoa—!

Stuart: He’s trying to tell his victimized friend what’s going on with the phone switch.

Brett: Ohhhh

Carter: Skinny, you’re good with my phone?

Stuart: *leads him away* Yeah, just give me a moment, I’m waiting for my family to call me back. *pats his shoulder*

Carter: Can I see it—?

Stuart: No, I don’t wanna miss my call. I’ll meet you in the locker room.

The room is empty with just the four. Well, three from Carter’s POV

Carter: Do you even have my—?

Stuart: *leads him away* Go, locker room, I’ll meet you there WITH your phone.

Carter: Let me through— *shoves him*

Stuart: No, go to the locker room— *shoves him back*

Carter: *roughhousing with him* Just let me—

Stuart hooks him with wind.

Brett: Kale, security’s bursting to the seams…

Kale: Wait, hold up…

Kale is typing a REALLY long explanation of what’s going on #GeminiText

Grunts are heard in the background

Brett: You know what— Give me that

Kale: What?

Brett takes the phone.

Brett: Where’s your phoney phone?

Kale: My what?

Brett: Other phone!

Kale gives it to him.

Brett swaps the phone covers.

Brett: Here. *gives him his phone with his phone cover* This has your contacts.

Kale: Smart!

Brett: Orange juice and pancakes, man! Gotta give this back to Carter. *skids it over to him*

But there’s a hurricane around Carter by Stuart.

The phone is skidding

And it gets fried by lightning, discharging lightning throughout the room, burning out all the lights.

Everything stops.

Brett: There’s your phone, Carter.

Carter crawls to it and grabs it. It’s melted and burnt.

Stuart: Yeeeaaahhhh I didn’t mean for that to happen.

Carter throws the phone at him.

Stuart catches it.

Carter spots the phone in Kale’s hand. He storms up to him.

Carter: Give me the phone and I won’t bother you anymore.

Kale: No. *hands it to Brett*

Brett: What?

Carter slides to Brett and holds hand out at it.

Carter: Phone.

Brett holds it out at him. He then quickly hurls it beyond him.

They follow the flying phone with their eyes.

Stuart catches it in the air. He flies off in a burst of air.

Carter: HUR-HUR-HUUURRRAAAHHH!!! *leaps after him*

Kale: Let’s go help him.

Brett: Right on it!

They fly off together


Through the Swift Current skies/city…

Stuart is flying through the air with the phone. Carter is surprisingly keeping up with him from down below.

SWOOSH!

Brett takes him up into his armoured arms, pulling him up into the air

Carter: RAWR!!!! Let! Me! Go! *rips claws against suit*

Brett: Game over, Hart! Drop the plan!

Carter: You wish! *about to rip off his face*

Metal wheat stalk clashes with his claws

Kale: We’ll let you go if you leave us alone!

Carter: Give me back the phone and I’ll leave you alone!

Kale: I don’t have the phone. And I know you won’t stop bugging me even if I did hand it to you.

Carter: Tell Skinner to give it to me, that traitor!

Stuart: *comes to him* Hey, man, chill! I had to take sides with these guys because you’re definitely stepping out of line!

Carter: You didn’t have to butt into my business in the first place!

Stuart: What’s the team’s business is my business.

Kale: Look, we just got our phones, so let’s just go back our own ways.

Brett: You’re outnumbered too-- You can’t beat all three of us. Spare the humility, eh?

Carter: HUR-HUR--

Brett: Should I drop him?

Kale: What??

Carter: HUURRRAAHHH!!! *about to attack his face*

Brett: WHOA! *drops him*

The two stare at him

Brett: It was either him or my beauty.

Carter lands on his fours perfectly. He stares up at the three.

Kale: He’s fine.

Stuart: I got a plan to make sure he doesn’t mess with us again. *flies off*

The other two fly after him

Carter chases after them

Brett: Do I nab him again?

Stuart: No! Don’t!

Kale: So what do we do?

Stuart: Just watch.

He halts in the air. Lifts arms into air. The sky grows dark and churns storm cloud. Thunder rolls as rain pours down. Then a large bolt of lightning flashes down straight at Carter.

Once the flash is gone, the skies part and the sun and blueness returns.

Kale: *starting down at the smoking Carter* What did you do?? *turns to Stuart*

Stuart flies down. They come after him. They land right beside Carter

Carter is lying face down, smoking.

Brett: You fried him!

Stuart: He’ll recover. Just anything to learn his lesson.

They stare down at him

Kale: Is he even conscious? Can he move? Will he get his normal colour? Would he even be okay for tonight’s game?

Brett: Whoa…

Stuart: That’s strange.

Kale: What? *looks down at him*

The smoke is turning into wispy green energy as he pulses green.

Kale: No… *flashback to the same green he used for their costumes and on Pat* That’s his...magic…

Stuart: Magic? But you said he didn’t have that anymore

Brett: If that’s not his magic, I don’t know what is.

Carter rises to his knees. He’s no longer burning or black. The green dies down to wisps. He turns to them.

Carter: *standing up* Never felt better than ever.

Carter blasts a streak of green energy straight at Brett. Brett goes smashing into the wall behind them

Kale: Brett! *rushes over to him*

Stuart: ARUGH! *unleashes a whip of lightning at him*

Carter absorbs it, manipulating it into his own energy

Carter: Just what I needed. *blasts magic at him*

Stuart redirects it as wind around him.

Carter: What if I do this? *sucks away wind and wraps him with magic up to his neck*

Carter: Finally, I got the upper hand. Besides, these are my powers. I thought I lost them forever. *uses magic to retrieve phone, all beautifully fixed* *fixes his own burnt hand* Pleasure doing business with you. *teleports*

Stuart falls to the ground, coughing after being strained for a bit and his powers sucked from his hands. He slowly gets up, massaging his palms, and turns around to see the others.

Kale is tending to Brett, who is lying on the ground

Kale: Where does it hurt?

Brett: My head…

Stuart: What’s going on?

Kale: Brett’s not doing too well-- He took a huge hit to the head.

Brett: Ow…

Stuart: Why don’t you wear a helmet with the suit anyway?

Brett: My hair…

Stuart shakes his head.

Kale: Where’s Carter?

Stuart: *dejected* He got away...

Kale: Good. Hopefully he doesn’t bother us again.

Stuart: ...with the phone.

Kale: He got the phone back??

Stuart: With his...magic. He locked me in place; I couldn’t do anything...it was so weird...feeling so hopeless.

Brett: That’s deep. Like Cheerios.

Kale: Okay, so Carter’s got his magic again. We beat him once, we can do it again.

Brett: That...that was when you merged with Duker and had the crazy portal powers. Now none of us merge with each other. How can we match our powers to his?

Stuart: Not even my powers match up to his.

Silence.

Kale: Pat is gonna get so confused...and might buy into it if Carter cracks his code.

Stuart: Well, let’s hope he’s smarter than you think. *holds hand out to Brett* Need a hand?

Brett: I need a foot. *gets helped up by Kale and Stuart*

Kale: What are we gonna say to coach about Brett?

Stuart: He fell ill. Let’s go.


Back in the hotel room…

Kale is wallowing in his misery while Brett is lying in bed, thinking weird universal thoughts.
That hit did a number on him.

Brett: What if clouds were cat faces instead of white marshmallows?

Kale: What?

Brett: You know, you look up and you meow at the cat cloud and it meows back to you. And you can talk to the sky. Meowing. Meow.

Kale: *eyes him* Are you okay?

Brett: I don’t know. Pizza would be great to wear though. The crust can be here...and the triangle goes down, and I can eat it whenever I’m hungry, so I won’t go hungry.

Kale: Just go to sleep.

Brett: But if I go to sleep, what if I teleport to the Sahara? And I get stuck there? And then I have to live with parrots and eat bananas? You know how much I’d miss pizza?

Kale: You won’t teleport to the Sahara, go to bed.

Brett: Or maybe I should teleport there. Then I can get your phone

Kale: My phone is not over there. Carter has it.

Brett: Carter is the king parrot. He squeaks whenever his toes aren’t clipped right.

Kale *pulls blanket up to his chin, making him comfy* Good night, Brett.

Brett: Good night, Kale. It’s the midnight sun.

Kale: Yeah, sure, pretend it’s that.

Brett snuggles in and goes to sleep.


On top of the roof where no one can bother him…

Carter texts Pat once again.

Pat: Kale? Kale? Where are you? You don’t take this long to text me back? Are you busy with your game? My head still hurts really badly and I hate it.

Carter: *smirks* I am back.

He texts…

Kale: Sorry, I was in practice. Coach made us do too many laps around the rink

Pat: At least you got my messages. My head hurts.

Carter smirks even MORE.

Kale: I know who can heal your head.

Pat: Say Carter and I will strangle you.

Carter frowns. Tough cookie.

Kale: But Carter CAN heal you. He got his magic back!

Pat: WHAT??? KALE! You’re making it sound like a good thing!

Kale: It IS a good thing! He actually healed me. What a good man he is!

Pat: Okay, how did he heal you?

Kale: Okay, I didn’t want to tell you this because I thought you’d get mad (which you did), but what took me a long time to text you was because Carter was healing me! During one of the many laps, I went too fast and crashed into the boards, doing something to my foot. I thought I wasn’t gonna be able to play, but Carter told me he could heal me with his magic. I was hesitant, but he did it and now I can play tonight!
Seriously, Pat, believe me.

Silence.

Pat: Fine. Bring him here in 5.

Carter makes a small fist pump. He broke through one obstacle. But…

Carter reads the text again: BRING HIM here. BRING.

That means Kale has to come to. No, that can’t happen.

Carter texts…

Kale: I’ll tell Carter to come over here. I have to stay behind--alternate captain duties.

Pat: Since when did the alternate captain get special privileges of staying behind?
Don’t forget once I was a alternate captain before I became captain and now I’m no longer a captain, BUT I will be soon again! ;)

Dang it. But…

Kale: It’s something new we started up this year.

Pat: Kale, Carter can just might get lost.

It’s true-- Carter doesn’t know where Pat is staying in Philly. He only knows their home in Brandon. Or wait…

Carter pulls up at Pat’s location. Perfect.

Kale: I just showed Carter where you’re at. He knows exactly here, since he’s familiar with Philly.

Pat: But I want to see you too!!

Kale: Sorry, I’ll come after the series hopefully. We have a break and I’ll see you there. But Carter will go.

Pat: Alright. I’ll see Carter in 5

Kale: Awesome!

Carter smiles. He CAN’T believe it!!!


At Pat’s house…

Pat is lying on the sofa, concussion-mode.

Carter waltzes in.

Carter: Hey, Nolan!

Pat: Hi.

Carter: So, Kale sent me here. *sits next to him* It’s a bummer he couldn’t come.

Pat: *pulls out phone* I’ll text him to say that he came…

Carter: No, no, no, no, no, no! *holds his phone down* No, no.

Pat eyes him.

Carter: No. No electronics, that’s bad for your head. *pulls phone out and puts it on the coffee table*

Pat: But you’re going to heal me.

Carter: Yeah, yeah, I am, totally.

Pat: How did you get your magic back though? It burnt out.

Carter: Yeah, it did until I got struck by lightning. Then I guess it energized it back!

Pat: Since when does it storm up there at this time?

Carter: I actually came from Skinner. But anyway--

Pat: Skinner…

Carter: Back-up goalie. So--

Pat: Why did he strike you with lightning?

Carter: Nolan! Let me heal you, please!

Pat: Wow, okay, you got the skills of a doctor, but not a the patience of one, geez.

Carter: Sorry, I just can’t wait to heal you! And then you can play again and it’d be great!

Pat: Why are you so passionate about that?

Carter: Because I care for you! I want the best for you.

Pat: I can hear the honey you eat for breakfast literally oozing out from your words. Stop it and spit it out. Why are you here, Carter?

Carter: To heal you.

Pat: Sure, you definitely care for me.

Carter: I do!

Pat: Do you hear the sarcasm coming out from my mouth or do I need to turn it up a notch?

Carter: Nolan, look, it might be weird for me caring about you, but I really do.

Pat: Not only did you take over my life once, you also turned me into a cat, swapped powers with me, and possessed me! Do you think I’ll buy into this?

Carter: Well, Kale did bring me here.

Pat: Kale sometimes has his head in the clouds! At least I can see reality as it is, bitter or not! *going closer to him with finger at him* You can swoon everyone here on earth, but you’ll never be able to bend me to your wants ever again! I fell too many times in your traps and I swore to myself I’ll never do it ever!

Carter: *stands up* Fine, you won’t get healed then.

Pat: Good.

Carter: And then you’ll miss your rookie season...something that only comes once in a lifetime. The misery of that. And you know, concussions are not fun to heal: lying there all day in your own thoughts, driving you delirious. Probably that’s why you’re acting the way you are.

Pat: I’m acting perfectly fine!

Carter: How’s your head?

Pat: Hurting. Duh, I’m recovering here.

Carter: So how do you know you’re acting fine if your head is hurting? The pain can mess with your perceptive process, causing you to conclude one thing, yet in reality it’s actually another thing.

Pat: Thinking clearly or not, you’re a hypocrite.

Carter: Fine! I won’t heal you, I’ll do what I was planning on actually doing--!

Pat: I told you! I told you! I told you! *swings throwing star at him*

Carter deflects it with magic. Blasts magic at Pat. It surrounds him...uh oh.


Meanwhile…

Lunch time with Team Canada…

Stuart: So, how’s Brett?

Kale: Out like a light. Hopefully he stays like that. He was making all of these weird “what if” analogies and making them seem like they were facts. He suggested that clouds should actually be cat faces that meow.

Stuart: I wonder how that’d sound like when thunder comes.

Kale stuffs head in hands.

Stuart: I got it: a lion’s roar.

Kale looks up. He spots something off.

Kale: Where’s Carter?

Stuart: Carter? *looks around* He was supposed to be here--

Kale: Wasn’t he with you?

Stuart: After the fight, no. He went off his own way, I went my own. You think I wanna hang out with him after that showdown? He nearly choked me! Next time I see him, I just might do the same to him!

Kale: Okay, but where’s Carter? He has my phone. He could be doing...something that he shouldn’t be doing…

Stuart: I’ll call him… *does so* Hey, Carter, where are you at? No, you’re not, you’re missing lunch. Everyone’s here at lunch. Carter-- Fine, do as you please. *hangs up* He’s not having any of it.

Kale: Can you get his location?

Stuart: *does so* Take a wild guess.

Kale: Philly.

Stuart: You’re smart.

Kale: He got to Pat! We’ve got to do something about it!!

Stuart: After lunch we can swing by there and see the mess he’s made. But we can’t do it for long--we got a game in a couple of hours.

Kale: Hopefully it won’t take that long… *shakes head* I can’t believe this is happening.

Stuart: It is happening. *eats*

Kale: Wait! Brett! Who’s gonna take care of Brett? What if he wakes up and we’re not around?

Stuart: It’s only us two now. No one else can stay behind to look after him.

Kale: I am so torn.

Stuart: My plans are torn. *holds up agenda with scratches*

Kale: I know! We can ask another power player to look over Brett!

Stuart: Other power players…

Kale: Yeah, there’s Dennis, Cougars’ power player, Cody, Winterhawks’ power player, David, Tigers’ power player, Dillon, Rockets’ power player, Jake, Hitmen’s power player, Tyler, Broncos’ power player, Sam, Pats’ power player--

Stuart: What powers do they have?

Kale: That’s a really good question. And then there’s Tyler, the Giants’ power players, and Matthew, the Royals’ power player.

Stuart: That’s another team I’d like to see their powers.

Kale: We can ask one to look over Brett, the power player of the Warriors!

Stuart: How about the Hitman?

Kale: Beaner?

Stuart: Yeah. Hitman might do the job well protecting.

Kale: Ah, I getcha! *to Jake, who is ahead of him* Hey, Beaner!

Jake: Claguer! *fist bumps him* What’s up?

Kale: Can you do a big favour for us?

Jake: How big?

Kale: Um, looking-over-someone-who’s-unconscious-and-loopy-for-a-while big.

Jake: Okay, what are the details?

Stuart: Howdy’s out like a light after being smashed into a wall. We need you to look after him so when he wakes up, he doesn’t do anything stupid. Kale here says he’s crazy.

Kale: He thinks when you go to sleep, you teleport to the Sahara.

Stuart: And knowing you being the power player of the Hitmen, having the aspects of an actual hitman, you’ll do the job well.

Jake: We’re still gonna play, right?

Kale: Yes. If we don't’ come back til then, go and play! This can’t interfere with our game.

Jake: Can I ask where you guys will be at?

Stuart: Fixing some things that need fixing. Kale lost his phone.

Kale: I need it back.

Jake: Alright, that’s good. I’ll look over him well.

Kale: Thank you!


Cut to room…

Brett is already awake, rambling on and on and on

Brett: And then, the puppy told Jake Daddy, “Can we please have mud pie? And Jake Daddy said, “Sure! Mud is good for the soul!” So they rode on the polar bear ice cubes and caught as many noodles as they can but then--

Jake: I feel soooo awkward right now.

Kale: He’s talking about another Jake, not you.

Brett: Then the evil castle of haunts spewed all of the pencils into the pit and WOOSH! The waves fly by with seagulls surfing on them--

Stuart: *holds his mouth closed* That’s enough, thank you.

Brett: But I’m not done--

Stuart holds his mouth tighter.

Kale: Okay, Brett, Jake here will look over you while we go and get my phone back.

Brett: You’re not Jake.

Jake: Yeah, definitely not the Jake you were just talking about

Brett: Where’s Jake?

Stuart: Right here.

Brett: That’s not Jake.

Kale: Jake Dog is in Boston. Jake Bean--Beaner--will take care of you right now.

Brett: Like as in bean burrito?

Jake: *chuckles* Bean burrito.

Kale: *going to door* So be good, we’ll be back as soon as possible, hopefully you get better, and let’s go Skipy!

Stuart: See ya! *rushes off with Kale*

Jake and Brett look at each other

Jake: If you tell me a story, don’t include me.

Brett: I can include Flappy the mailbox.


In the skies…!

Stuart and Kale are flying!

Kale: You got a plan?

Stuart: I don’t plan-- I improvise.

Kale: I don’t think that’s a good idea…

Stuart: It’s what I do in games all the time.

Kale: Okay, then in that case, I trust you…


At Pat’s house.

Kale knocks. Anticipation.

Door opens. It’s Pat

Kale: Pat! *hugs him* Oh, thank goodness you’re okay!

Pat: Yeah, I’m fine, what you’d think would happen to me?

Kale: Carter got his magic back! I thought he was gonna take over you again like last time!

Pat: No, no Carter here. Just me…!

Stuart: Um--

Kale: Oh, Pat, you remember Skipy? Well, um, Skinner--goalie of the Hurricanes?

Pat: Oh, right, Skinny, nice to meet you! *shakes hands*

Stuart: Only Carter calls me that…

Pat: What, that nickname is only reserved for Carter to call you?

Stuart: We just met…

Pat: I call everyone with the last name “Skinner” as “Skinny.”

Kale: So you’re okay?

Pat: Yeah.

Kale: How’s your head?

Pat: All better!

Stuart: Already?

Pat: You make it sound like a bad thing.

Stuart: Concussions aren’t supposed to heal that quickly…

Pat: Carter came by and healed me! That’s why I’m all better!

Kale: So Carter did came by!

Pat: Yeah, that’s how I’m better

Kale: And he didn’t use his magic on you?

*Stuart is getting suspicious*

Pat: Only to heal me, of course.

Kale: Did you see my phone with him?

Pat: Nope.

Stuart is on his phone

Kale: But he’s not with us, so that’s why we came here-- We were worried he would’ve--

Phone rings in the bg.

Pat’s eyes go wide.

Stuart: Liar. *breezes by him*

Pat: Hey! Manners!

Stuart doesn’t care--he already grabs Kale’s phone, which is on the table WITH Carter’s phone.

Kale: You have my phone? You have CARTER’S phone?

Stuart: *tosses Kale’s phone to rightful owner* Carter.

Pat: You’re smart.

Stuart: Of course I am, that’s why you shouldn’t go around tricking people like me. *points to Kale* And him.

Kale: Where’s Pat and what did you do to him??

Pat: More safe than last time.

Stuart grabs him by wind, pulling him upward like a choking force

Stuart: Tell us where Nolan is. NOW.

Intensity rises as Carter stares him down…!

Kale’s phone rings.
Kale: *picks it up* ‘Sup, Beaner. * Wait, what? Really? * *looks at Pat* But he’s… * Ohhh… * Okay, we’ll be there as soon as possible, thanks. *hangs up*

Kale turns to Stuart

Kale: Uhhh...Skipy, Beaner's saying Carter’s at their place.

Stuart flicks his eyes up at Pat.

Pat: I say go there. You’ll see the other half of my work.

Stuart slowly looks back at Kale.

Stuart: He’s coming with us.

Pat: No, I’m not. *shoots magic through him*

Stuart skids away from him, letting go of his grasp.

Kale: Hey! *thrusts a metallic wheat stalk at him*

Pat blocks it with a zap of magic. Blasts magic at him.

Stuart jumps up and grabs it with wind. He has a hard time controlling it again.

Kale is looking at them, not knowing any idea what to do

Phone rings. Again.

Kale picks it up #TypicalGemini

Kale: What? * It’s getting weird? * Really? * Right now? * Fine, okay, we’ll be there! *hangs up* Skipy, let’s go! Beaner needs us! Pat’s not here!

The stalemate snaps, throwing Stuart back onto the ground

Stuart: OOF!

Kale: Come on! *grabs him by his wheat stalks hooked around his arms and drags him out before Pat can recover from the blast*

Stuart: I guess...I’m blasted.


Back in the hotel…

Kale and Stuart are running down the hallway

Stuart: So what did Beaner say?

Kale: He says Carter’s in the room, but he’s not acting like himself, which is throwing him off and thinking that things are getting really weird. He sounded really paranoid, which I don’t blame him since he’s with Brett, who’s really nuts, and Carter-whoever-he-is-anymore--

Stuart: Claguer, how is Carter acting like??

Kale: *approaching door* He’s saying he’s acting like--

*opens door*

They freeze in the doorway, staring at the room

On the other side is Carter, who is in a chair with ropes and duct tape on his mouth. That’s it.

Stuart: What the heck--?

Jake: *appears from shadows with gun* There you guys are! I got him! I didn’t know if you wanted me to end him or not!

Kale: What are you doing to him?? I know we hate him and all, but not that much to do this!

Jake: It’s my intuition… I’m a hitman. And this is me being generous.

Stuart: Where’s Brett?

Jake: In the bathroom. I hid him there before he did anything stupid.

*Brett singing Henry the VIII through the other side of the bathroom door*

Stuart: Ugh, he’s still not in his right mind.

Jake: So? *rounds muzzle near Carter’s head*

Kale: Take off the duct tape, that’s not necessary.

Jake: Just doing my job… *rips it off*

Carter: *gasp* First, let me make one thing clear: ASK before you DO!

Jake: Ask you why you’re acting weird?

Carter: No! Ask me who I really am!

Kale: So if you’re not Carter, then you are…

Carter: ...Pat. Nolan. Nolan Patrick, you’re FRIEND?

Pause.

Stuart: So Carter looks like Nolan, Nolan now looks like Carter… That makes a whole lot of sense.

Kale: You guys swapped bodies??

Pat: *dips head* Yes.

Jake: Well, my job just got a whole lot harder.

Kale: How-how are we gonna reverse this? We got a game tonight, Carter can’t be playing like Pat!

Stuart: But Pat can play like Carter--

Pat: NO! *grabs their attention* We are NOT playing like this! I am gonna get myself back for like the second time this year before your game starts!

Kale: *looks at time* We only got a couple of hours before we can.

Pat: GOOD. Better than a couple of minutes.

Jake: But Carter’s not starting tonight, so you should be fine--

Pat: Someone slap him or something, he’s not getting the message.

Kale: Okay, okay, okay *waves hands in the air* Let’s just make sense of what’s going on: Brett’s definitely out because he’s strange in the mind, Carter and Pat swapped bodies and we need to fix that before 5 tonight! Now the question is HOW are we gonna do that?

Stuart: All I can think of is by Carter. He did it, he can only fix it.

Pat: How the heck did he get his magic back? It was burnt out and now it comes back to haunt me!

Stuart: *holds hand up* I struck him and he got ‘em.

Kale: It was like you energized him back with his magic.

Pat: You guys are hopeless.

Stuart: Put the tape back on his mouth, please.

Kale: No--!

Jake: Yes!

Jake does so.

Stuart: *to Kale* We’ve GOT to go back to Carter’s; it’s the only way to make things right.

Kale: And if we do, what are we gonna do there?

Stuart: Improvise.

Kale: And how did that go, exactly?

Stuart: Don’t give me that sass. I know he’s your friend and all--

Kale: Sorry, sorry, we just need a plan. A good one. One that will defeat Carter, who has mastery over these potent powers that can wipe us all out in a matter of seconds--

Brett: (OS) Magic??

The two halt. Look down.

Brett is now sitting criss cross applesauce beside them in awe.

Jake: Hey! How did you get out??

Brett: I wanna hear about magic!

Stuart: It’s not the good type of magic.

Brett: All magic is good! Because it’s all maaaagical!

Kale: Maybe Brett might know something

Stuart: Yeah, like how to create the weirdest stories on the planet.

Brett: How do you get magic? I want magic!

Kale: *to Stuart* We go to Carter’s.

Brett: Carter has magic? How does he get magic?

Kale: Well, Skipy here struck ‘em with his own lightning, reviving his magical abilities.

Brett: Wow! So-so if you revived his magic, then you can un-revive his magic!

Pause. Brett’s on to something.

Brett: And-and you can control his magic because you revive his magic! Lightning strike: there’s magic! Lightning move: magic move! Lightning zap: no more magic.

Stuart: Whoa. Is he saying I have control over Carter’s powers just because I gave ‘em back to him?

Kale: It DOES make sense...

Brett: Then the cows can caw all night. Baaaa. Baaaa. Baaaa.

Jake: Okay, okay, back into the bathroom *grabs him*

Kale: Wait! *looks at Brett genuinely* Thank you, Brett. I think you just gave us to code to beat Carter.

Brett: The bunnies love you.

Kale: Okay, you can take him away now.

Brett: *being taken away by Jake* One-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater!

Kale: *takes off Carter’s tape* We’re getting you back, Pat.

Carter: Thank you!

Stuart: You’re gonna have to come with us too.

Carter: Anything to get myself back. *looks down at restraints* Can someone release me?

Kale: Beaner!


Cue to:

Kale, Carter, and Stuart marching down the hallway.

Carter: This is NOT how I was planning on spending my day on the IR!

Kale: Well, it’s nice to take a break from lying around all day, eh?

Carter: Yes! And my head doesn’t hurt anymore!

Stuart: That’s because you’re not yourself.

Carter: Right. Does that mean I’ll get my concussion back once I turn back to myself?

Stuart: Yep.

Carter: Well, better being like this!

Kale: But Carter should have a concussion with Pat’s body!

Stuart: With magic, anything can be done.

Kale: So we can heal Pat with Carter’s--

Carter: No, no, no, no, I’d rather heal for eternity than be healed in a snap by that guy.

Coach: *approaches them* There you guys are! We’re off to go off-ice training at the arena! Let’s go! Let everyone else know the same thing!

The three: WHAT?

They watch the coach leave.

Carter: But I’m not myself!

Kale: You heard him-- We got a game to play *leaves*

Carter: But you said a couple of hours, not a couple of minutes!

Kale: I forgot off-ice training existed.

Stuart: Hey, I’m starting, so you don’t need to do any goalie stuff.

Carter: Had you forgotten about pregame warm-ups or suiting up?

Stuart: I’ll help you.

Carter: *groans* I wanted to go back on the ice, but not like this…


In the locker room, gearing up

Carter is messing around with all the straps of the goalie pads

Carter: How does--? Which one goes to where--? Do you put it here or here...?

Stuart: Follow the strap with their buckles.

Carter: But what about this strap? It has TWO buckles

Stuart: Pick which one is comfortable.

Carter: *does so* How do you goalies do it with so much stuff?

Stuart: By loving our position. *pause* You gotta do the shoelaces too

Carter: I did tie my skates, I’m not that ignorant with goalies.

Stuart: No. *points to boot of pad* Your shoelaces for the pad to connect with the skate. You need to tie that first before doing your leg straps.

Carter: You’re kidding?

Stuart: Do you want to go tripping on the ice and having the boot fly out of alignment with your skate?

Carter: *bends over to look at thrown laces* So how do you do this?

Stuart: Take off your leg pads, that’s the first thing you have to do.

Carter: *begins roughly unbuckling his work* I. Hate. This. *lets pad slap down the to ground* And now?

Stuart: Get the laces and wrap them around the silts that hold your blades with the shoe of your skate from tip to back and around your ankles to the laces of your skates and tie it there. Make sure that the tip of your skate is snugged against the tip of your boot and criss-cross as you are wrapping your laces around the…

Carter: Ugggghhhh *drops head into lap* You do it. I’ve had enough for today.

Stuart: It’s easier for you to do it than me--

Coach: 10 mins!

Stuart: We’ve been dressing up for 20 mins and you still hadn’t finished your leg pads!

Carter: This is the first time I’m doing this!

Stuart: Fine, I’ll do it. *knees with full equipment and does it* It’s supposed to take 10 mins to gear up, not just do the leg pads alone…

Carter: I hear your grumbling.

Stuart: That’s the whole point.


On the ice…

Carter is attempting to streak down the ice

Stuart: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. *taps him with stick* Slowly, you’re gonna rocket-boost yourself into Russia.

Carter: I’m going as slow as a turtle! How can you skate fast with all this stuff on??

Stuart: Because we’re not meant to skate as fast as skaters. We’re meant to move as fast as the puck.

Carter: That doesn’t make any sense…

*they park by the net*

Stuart: You know the drill?

Carter: No.

Stuart: I save 10 shots, I trade places with you. You do 10, we swap again. Skate around, go for another around--

Carter: Just tell me when I’m done with the net

Stuart: Alright. And in the meanwhile, you’re out stretching with the others.

Carter: Great.

Stuart: I’ll go first so that you can see the type of moves to do. *goes in the net*

Carter skates off to blue line and plops himself there

Kale: *comes over and stretched with him* So, how’s it like being a goalie?

Carter: You think algebra’s hard? Think again.

Kale: That bad, eh?

Carter: The leg pads are hard, the gear slow you down, you got weird rotations for warm-ups, and how am I supposed to do that!?

Redirects to Stuart, who is sliding in a butterfly position while nabbing a puck with his catcher’s glove.

Kale: At least he’s starting.

Carter: Thankfully. And he better do well and not have Coach bring me in. *dips head* This is so terrible.

Kale; Hey, the good thing is that everyone will think this is Carter doing it, not you, Pat. So your name won’t be hurt.

Carter: *eyes light up* You’re right! You know what? *sly look as he sticks his face into his* I’ll do so bad that it’d make Carter look bad and learn his lesson *chuckles*

Kale: Don’t make us as Team Canada look back too!

Carter: No, no, you guys’ll look good with letting in all the goals!

Stuart: You’re up.

Carter: Yipee. *heaves himself up* *drifts away*

Stuart takes his place

Stuart: How’s Pat?

Kale: He’s finally found the light in this situation.

Stuart: Which is?

Kale: That.

Redirects to Pat, who is just scrambling to save pucks, but he’s not doing anywhere near good.

Stuart: Hmmm...wrecking his image, eh? *eyes Kale* What a vengeful guy.

Kale: *shrugs* I guess it works…

Carter actually saves a shot by jumping into a butterfly and the puck bouncing off his leg bad. He swipes it into the net.

Stuart: Noo, no, no, you’re NOT supposed to jump into a butterfly! You drop! DROP, HART, DROP!

Carter drops onto a stomach for a high shot.

Kale: Good advice.

Stuart: *groans* My apprentice is not cooperating with me.

Kale: He’s supposed to be a skater

Stuart: Sorry if I take the art of goaltending so passionately. *realization* Wait, that’s ten shots! *launches off*

Kale: *chuckles* Goalies. *skates off*


Time runs out and after an intermission, the game begins!

Carter is sitting on the bench.

Kale gets in after his shift

Carter: Not too bad.

Kale: Thanks. Hanging in there?

Carter: As long as I’m sitting here, I will be fine.

Kale: Good.

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