AAOOOSC!: Gulls' Adventures!

At Poway Ice Arena, the practice facility of the San Diego Gulls, most of the Gulls are in their exclusive locker room, gearing up for practice.

Then the three residents of the Monarossabergie House step into the room. The team immediately stops their chattering and dressing up to look at their arriving teammates. The most noticeable thing about the three are the white gloves Brandon is now wearing.

“Ayyy, snazzy gloves there, Monty Muffins!” Bryan Moore remarks with a smirk from his stall. “Tryin’ to compete against Michael Jackson?”

“Shut up, squirrel,” Joseph snaps at him as he steps into the room.

Bryan glares at him. “This has nothing to do with you, Grumpy.”

Next to the small skater, Stu Bickel nudges his arm. “Heeey, Mooresy, how many rolls of stick tape do you have?”

Bryan whirls his head to face him, completely shifting his attention. “To be honest, I have no idea.” He cranes his head to the left side and peers up at the wall, spotting his massive pile of stick tape. “But I would say over a good hundred…”

Brandon settles himself down in his stall along with Joseph and Nick. He peers down at his gloved hands with a frown. “I REALLY want to take these gloves off.”

“DON’T,” Joseph snaps at him.

Brandon groans: “Ehhh…”

“You look good with the gloves,” Nick comments with a small smile.

He gazes at him. “Thanks for the encouragement, Nicky.”

Nick smiles as largely as possible, which isn't too large.

Brandon turns back to his gloves. “But do I have to wear these gloves with my other gloves?”

“You’re gonna have to to not duplicate your gloves while putting them on,” Joseph tells him as he reaches over for his equipment that is behind him. “Like what happened to the white gloves.”

Brandon stuffs his hand into his jeans’ pocket and pulls them back out, revealing another pair of white gloves exactly like the ones he is wearing. “Ugh…right…”

“NOOOOOOOO!!!” Bryan yells from the other side of the room.

All the Gulls turn their attention on him.

“I have less than a hundred rolls!” he wails from his stick tape stock, wearing his full equipment. “I thought I had over a hundred...!”

From the corner of the locker room, one of the Gulls’ goalies, Matt Hackett, holds out his roll of stick tape toward Bryan. “You can have my stick tape…”

“Don’t give your stuff to him!” Joseph snaps at him. “He’s hogging more than enough!”

“Aw, don’t worry, buddy!” Joe Piskula, the captain of the Gulls, exclaims to Bryan. “We’re gonna play very soon, so cheer up!”

Brandon eyes Bryan’s pile of stick tape with narrowed eyes while rubbing his chin. Then an idea comes into his mind.

“Yeah…I guess.” Bryan hangs his head low with a sad frown and wide eyes. “I have no stick tape…”

Joseph huffs and rolls his eyes.

Then the coach of the Gulls, Coach Dallas Eakins, ambles into the room with a Gulls’ themed tracksuit. “Alright, everyone, out on the ice!” he exclaims to them.

With that, most of the Gulls grab their sticks, helmets, and gloves, then lumber out of the room. Once they are all gone, the only two Gulls left are Brandon and Joseph.

Joseph, who is already all geared up, peers at his roommate with a look of disappointment. “You don’t even have your skates on?”

“Ummm…” Brandon stares at his skate-less feet.

“Don’t take off your gloves.” Joseph then gets up, collects his stick and helmet, then stalks out of the room.

Now it is only Brandon in the locker room.

Brandon warily gazes around his surroundings. He then yanks off his gloves, tosses them aside, gets up, and steps over to Bryan’s pile of less-than-a-hundred stick tape rolls. He taps a roll with his bare finger.

The roll immediately produces another roll.

Brandon smiles. Finally, his curse has come to good use. He continues touching Bryan’s stick tape tolls, giving him many more rolls.

Once Brandon is sure that the pile is holding more than a hundred rolls, he walks back to his stall and begins suiting up quickly. Each time he touches his equipment or clothing, a replicate of that equipment pops into view.

After Brandon is done gearing up, he is left with an extra set of his equipment. He kicks the equipment against the foot of his stall to move them out of the way, then lumbers out of the room.

Out in the massive room where the rink is, from the benches, Coach Dallas is staring out at his team warming up. Then to his right, spots his star defenceman stepping up into the bench.

“What took you so long?” he asks him with a disapproving expression.

“Um--” Brandon fumbles, making his way toward him. “I had a hard time with my gear.”

From nearby on the ice, Joseph buries his face in his gloves.

“Well, get out there.” The coach nods his head toward the ice.

Brandon swings himself over the bench and starts warming up by skating around the rink. He catches up to Joseph.

“Hey!”

Joseph eyes him. “You got your gloves on?”

Brandon holds out his hands that are covered by his hockey gloves. “Just these ones.”

He rolls his eyes. “Your problem.”

Brandon then turns to the right, where the glass is located. Right away, he spots a familiar fangirl with dark brown hair and a large smile.

The fangirl immediately waves to him giddily.

He makes his famous expression at her with pursed lips and slanted eyebrows, then turns away and speeds off back to his roommate.

“Is there a way I can un-duplicate someone?” he murmurs, eyeing the fangirl from behind his shoulder.

“No,” Joseph replies flatly.

Notes

E.9 "Activate Duplicate"
Part 2/4
Episode 9/20