The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Stranded

"Maybe. I'll look."

We all move out of the way to let the cowboy past. Some return to their seats while others (including myself) go outside to stretch their legs. Dwayne hands me his hat and gets to work. Donning the cowboy's hat, Averman joins me for some technically terrible square dancing. Thankfully, the sun is shining and it's not too hot. In just a short amount of time, Dwayne completes his first task.

"She's all good! Just a couple things sprung out of place. Easy as pie!" He boasts with glee as he rejoins us with oil covering his hands.

"You're something else, son." Frank praises him.

"Thank you, sir."

"Here." Adam hands him a couple of wet wipes to clean up.

"Thanks." Dwayne smiles as he removes to black oil from his skin before heading over to the next issue.

You may be wondering why we just have wet wipes on the bus. I'll tell you why. Goldberg smuggles food with him wherever he goes and has a knack for making a mess. By now, we know how to be prepared.

"These aren't tractor tyres, Robertson. You sure you wanna attempt this? I don't want you pulling a muscle or something." Orion shows his concern.

"I'll be alright." Dwayne takes the tools and uses his muscle memory to try and remove the first tyre. "This is mighty tough." The struggle is evident in his voice as he uses all his Texan strength. "This is heavier than a herd of cows." He sighs in defeat.

"Step aside, Tex. Time to bring out the big guns." Dean jumps down from the steps of the bus with the overconfidence of his god complex.

"Be my guest, partner." Dwayne obliges.

Dean cracks his neck and knuckles before gripping the wrench. He channels all of his anger into his attempt. However, the bolts don't move.

"Wow, Portman. Are these big guns or water pistols?" I chirp from behind him, causing collective chuckles and an impressed cackle from Russ through the window.

"Shut up!" He snaps. "Fulton, come help me! The damn thing won't budge!" He groans as he continues pushing and pulling.

In an instant, Fulton appears by his side. Despite their best efforts, the combined power of the Bash Brothers makes no difference. The pair march back onto the bus as they grumble about their grievances.

"There's a road phone a couple miles out. I'll go call the school and let them know and get us some help." Frank informs us - knowing this route like the back of his hand.

"You want someone to go with you?" Orion asks.

"No, no. You lot stay put. I'll be back soon."

All in agreement, Orion hands Frank some water and sends him on his way. Back on the bus we go. Allowing the others to enter before me, my original seat is still free. As I walk up the middle, I realise that Luis has somehow stayed asleep through all of this. Our disappointment translates through the sulking quiet.

"We're gonna die out here!" Goldberg is clearly worried about running out of food.

About 30 minutes has passed and the chatter has started creeping up. We've also begun to get impatient. By now, the complaining is at an all time high. Boredom has set in. With some extra room at the back of the bus, the girls decide to congregate there opposite a sleeping friend.

"When did you get blue nail polish?" Connie questions as we empty out our bags.

"Sarah let me borrow it last time we played them." I shrug.