On the 400
Written by: Chorins96
Author’s Note: Roy MacGregor owns The Screech Owls.
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"Hello out there, we're on the air; its hockey night tonight,"
Mr. Dillinger sand.
Stompin' Tom Connor was going full blast in Mr. Dillinger's eleven
seater astro van that he rented for a day to drive the owls to Toronto
Pearson's Airport. Data was in the front seat sitting next to Mr. Dillinger
playing with some game boy. Behind him in the next few seats were Nish, Fahd
and Lars. Sara, Travis and Derek sat behind them and in the back were Andy
Dmitri and Jenny. Muck was also driving with Liz and Ty.
"Tension grows, the whistle
blows and the puck goes down the ice," Lars chimed in. Lars was blowing
huge bubbles with the glow in the dark bubble gum he had brought at the stupid
stop. Nish reached over past Faud and poked the bubble. Bubble gum went all
over Lars's face.
"Ewwww," why did you do
that for?" Lars asked, pealing the ABC gum off his face.
It was six o'clock and it was
getting dark. Lar's face was lined with florence yellow strips. Lars took the
gum and put it in his mouth.
"That's gross," Sara
exclaimed.
Sara was sitting beside Derek who
was busy keeping track of a game of papper, scissors, rock between Sara and
Travis. Travis was winning the game by a score of twelve to four. Derek was
keeping score with a pencil he had brought at the stupid stop. The pencil was
around a foot long and instead of an eraser on the end of it, there was a long,
white feather. Every so often, Derek would fick the back of Nish's neck and
Nish would squirm. Nish then would spin around and try to grab the feather away
from Derek. Derek flicked the back of Nish's neck again but this time, Nish
didn't even flinch. It was too much for Derek to resist. Derek flicked the back
of Nish's neck but this time, Nish spun around almost as he was anticipating
Derek and grabbed the feather right out of Derek's hand.
Nish let out a hearty laugh.
"It's mine," Nish declared. It's all mine."
"Keep it," Derek shot
back.
"I will," Nish said.
Nish then decided to flick the back
of Mr. Dillinger's neck.
"Quit it Nish," Mr.
Dillinger said trying not to laugh.
"The goalie jumps and the
players bump and the fans all go insane.Someone roars "Bobby scores!"
at the good ole hockey game," Mr Dillinger bellowed. "Come on
everybody!"
The entire buss load of hockey
players stopped what they were doing and sang, "Oh the good ole hockey
game is the best game you can name. And the best game you can name is the good
ole hockey game."
"Second Period," Sara
announced with the song.
"Where players dash with
skates aflash the home team trails behind," Travis said knowing the words
by heart."
"But they grab the puck and go
bursting up and they're down across the line," Derek said beside Travis
scraching his head with a pencil.
"They storm the crease like
bumble bees they travel like a burning flame," Faud said with a big grin
on his face.
"We see them slide the puck
inside -It's a "1-1" hockey game!" Jenny said.
The Screech Owls went over the
chores once again but this time it was twice as loud. "Oh the good ole hockey
game is the best game you can name. And the best game you can name is the good
ole hockey game!!"
"Third Period," Andy said
in his deepest voice.
"Oh take me where the hockey
players face off down the rink," Dmitri sang twitching his nose.
"And the Stanley Cup is all
filled up for the chaps who win the drink," Lars said playing with some
silly putty that he got at the stupid stop
"Now the final flick of the
hockey stick and a one gigantic scream," Data said still playing on his
gameboy.
"The puck is in! The home team
wins! The good ole hockey game!" Nish bellowed at the end. Nish always had
to be the loudest.
The Screech Owls went over the
chores once again but this time it was so loud that Travis ears were starting
to hurt. "Oh the good ole hockey game is the best game you can name. And
the best game you can name is the good ole hockey game!!"
The screech Owls sang it one more
time. The Screech Owls went over the chores once again but this time it was
twice as loud. "Oh the good ole hockey game is the best game you can name.
And the best game you can name is the good ole hockey game!!"
The next time the screech owls were
silent as they listened to Stompin' Tom go over the chores one more time.
"The Screech Owls went over the chores once again but this time it was
twice as loud. "Oh the good ole hockey game is the best game you can name.
And the best game you can name is the good ole hockey game!!"
Then Nish sucked in some air
yelled," He shoots he scores..."
After that, the screech owls
started to wind down. Mr. Dillinger flipped the tape over and pressed play.
"It''s been one week since you
looked at me," Mr. Dillinger sang holding his one hand in a fist
pretending it was a microphone. "Cocked your head to the side and said
I''m angry."
Nish flicked the back of Mr.
Dillinger's head again.
"Stop it Nish," Mr.
Dillinger said in a more serious tone.
He glanced at the rear view mirror
to see if all the other Screech Owls were acting up. As usual, Nish was the
only one acking out.
Mr. Dillinger started his loud
singing again with the chores. "Five days since you laughed at me saying.
Get that together come back and see me."
Nish reached forward and flicked
the back of Mr. Dillinger's head again. "Three days since the living
room,I realized it''s all my fault, but couldn't tell you. Yesterday you''d
forgiven me
But it''ll still be two days till I
say I''m sorry."
Nish had an uncontrollable urge. He
had to do it again. Nish reached up with the feather and flicked the back of
Mr. Dillinger’s neck for the last time. Mr. Dillinger spun around and snached
the feather out of Nish’s hand.
Mr. Dillinger smiled innocently as
he turned around. When he had turned around, Mr. Dillinger saw a small blue
Honda and instead of slamming on the breaks, he accidently put his foot on the
gas and his van rocked ahead. Mr. Dillinger then slammed his foot on the break
and the white Astro van skidded and Mr.Dillinger jerked the wheel to the right
narrowly missing the blue Honda. The white Astro van came to a halt. Mr.
Dillinger let out a large sigh of relief. Mr. Dillinger pulled the van out of
neutral and started again. As soon as the van was in drive, a loud police siren
sounded. Mr. Dillinger glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a police car
with its flashing lights on the siren going.
"Let’s beat ‘em!" Nish
yelled.
"Shut up Nish!"
Mr.Dillinger yelled pulling te car on to the shoulder of the road.
The police car went ahead of them
and parked with its flashers still on. Mr. Dillinger spun around and glared at
Nish.
"Way to go Nish," Faud
said sarcastically. "Now we’ll never get to go to England."
"We’ll get there," Mr.
Dillinger sighed.
The police officer knocked on the
driver’s side window and Mr. Dillinger nervously rolled it down.
"Can I help you officer?"
Mr Dillinger asked.
"Driver’s licence
please,"the officer said bluntly.
Mr Dillinger got out his wallet and
sorted thought a bundle of Canadian Tire money and produced a Ontario G class
licence and handed it over to the police officer.
The police officer took off his
sunglasses and inspected it carefully.
"Please step out of the
van," the police officer said opening the driver’s side door.
Mr. Dillinger reluctantly got out and
followed the police officer back to his car.
"Oh oh," Sara said.
"What’s going to happen now?"
"Don’t know," Derek said
watching his father put something in his mouth. "Looks like they’re giving
him a breath test."
The Screech Owls watched in silence
at Mr. Dillinger walked back to the van holding a piece of paper and got back
into the van.
"You better drive more careful
next time," the police officer warned and then went back to his car and
drove off.
Mr. Dillinger did up his seat belt
and started up the van and was on his way to Toronto Person Airport.
"It’s going to be a long
ride," Mr. Dillinger sighed thinking of the traffic ticket that he now
had.
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