AAOOOSC! Future!

Sidney and Connor are now in the League Leaders office. It is empty since the League Leaders themselves hadn’t arrived back from Paris. They are standing in front of the desk, looking out toward the doorway. And Connor does have his NHL ruler attire on.

“Do you think they’re gonna come anytime soon?” Sidney whispers to Connor.

“Yes, they are going to come in one minute and thirty-four point three seconds.” He tells him back, facing the door.

“Wow, very precise!” the Penguin comments back, still in a whisper.

Silence engulfs the room for a moment.

“Do you know what to do though when they’re here?” Connor asks him, also whispering.

“Yeah,” Sidney whispers back, nodding his head.

“Alright…” The Oiler turns to look at the door. “They’ll be here in five...four...three...two...one--”

The doors bursts open and the three members of the League Leaders hobble into the room in fits of arguing.

“We shouldn’t warn the power players!” Harry bellows, walking into the office with his eyes on his partners.

“No, we should warn the power players, make them know we’re nice!” Larry tells him much more calmly, waving his free hand in the air.

“We are nice,” Gary murmurs in his sleep from his hovering bed.

“If they get a warning--” Harry starts, storming up to his desk with his head turned to face Larry. “--they’ll definitely defeat us before we could even lift a finger to launch the--” He immediately halts in front of the two power players in shock. “Ohhh, well… Hello there, gentlemen! Did you hear--?”

“--everything,” Connor growls, shooting the leader a dark look. “And we know everything about your vicious, little plan to destroy all the NHL power players!” He sticks his face toward his. “You thought you were so clever we would’ve never known! But with the ruler of the NHL against you, we’ll always know.”

“How did you find out?” Harry shouts, fuming with anger. “Who told you? Who spilled the beans?!”

“That you would not need to know.” Connor gazes down at Sidney with a sophisticated look. “Sid?”

With a huge smile, Sidney sprays ice around the ankles and wrists of the League Leaders, forcing them to stay in place or else they would fall.

“No, not ice again!” Larry cries out. “I’m sick and tired of ice!”

“We’re hockey players,” the Penguin starts off, “what do you expect? We breathe and live ice!”

“But where you’re going,” Connor cuts in, “you don’t need to worry about any unexpected sights of ice…!” He then and extends his hands out towards the League Leaders.

A black space begins unfolding behind them, emitting screeches and howls and other horrific cacophony from it; he stretches it so that it is the size of a bed.

Then like controlling a hologram device, Connor got a hold of Gary and his bed, who is closest to the hole, with the force of his hand through his mind and pushes him into the hole; Gary disappears into the darkness, not moving himself, since he is now asleep. He did this with Larry as well, who thought that waving his cane in the air would do the trick to keep him in his office.

Connor then turns to Harry and grasps him tight with his mind. "I warned you."

Before Harry could say a single word, the ruler of the NHL thrusted him into the hole.

He then immediately throws his right hand up in the air; the hole zips itself up into thin air, disappearing from sight.

“There.” Connor dusts his hands with a satisfying smile. “Done.” He then faces Sidney.

Sidney is gawking at the spot where the hole was once located. “Whoa. Oh my Bubbys, I never knew something like that could be real...!”

“Well, you were the one who mentioned it to me, right?” Connor says, beginning to walk across the room to exit it.

Sidney follows after him, catching up to him. “Yeah, but I never saw it-- Jonathan just told me about it.” He then pauses. “So they’re gone now.”

“It’s about time.” Connor rolls his eyes and breezes through the doorway.

“Since they’re gone and we won, we can celebrate!” The Penguin throws his hands up into the air. “Yay!”

“Errr…not so fast.” The Oiler halts in his strolling and turns around to face Sidney. “I got something to do. Maybe after we can celebrate.”

Sidney tilts his head to a side with an uncertain look. “What are you gonna do?”

“Mmmm…” Connor has his fist next to his face while mulling over what to tell him with knitted eyebrows and pursed lips. “Nothing for you to know.” He turns his fist into a pointer finger, pointing at him. “Meet me at Hoppin’ Nuggets at eighteen o’clock.” He then swiftly turns around and disappears in a flash of yellow energy.

Sidney blinks for a few moments and then looks around the empty hallway. “Aw. I’m all alone.” He sighs. “I should go to John’s house… See how he’s doing with that time machine of his. I do really miss Bubby and Bubby Jr.” He then drags himself down the vacant hallway.

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