GORDON: “I've got a team to put together

first, Tibbles. Now where are the rest of them?”

TIBBLES: “Here they come now.”

THE DOOR OPENS on the other side of the ice. THE NEW DUCKS enter one at a time. TIBBLES gives GORDON the run down as they do. THE DUCKS turn and stare.

: “That’s Luis Mendoza from our Miami club. Clocked him at 2.3 seconds blue line to blue line.”

LUIS soars across the ice. Tries to stop, can't. He slams into the boards.

TIBBLES: “He Has a little trouble stopping.”

AVERMAN, CONNIE, GUY asses the newcomers.

GUY: “We don't need these guys.”

CONNIE: “We need all the help we can get.”

GUY looks at CONNIE.

DWAYNE ROBERTSON hits the ice.

TIBBLES: “That's Dwayne Rogers from Austin. Best puck handler I've ever seen.”

GORDON: “You mean at his age?”

TIBBLES: ”No. I don't.”

We watch as DWAYNE handles the puck like a magician. dancer. Using his feet, his stick. He has magnificent moves. AVERMAN tries to take the puck from him. DWAYNE keeps it away with ease. GUY moves in. DWAYNE still keeps it away.

Out comes JULIE GAFFNEY, wearing goalie pads. An awkward future beauty from Northern Maine. A little naive, but not helpless by any means.

TIBBLES: “She won the state Championship for Maine three years in a row.

Quick, as a cat, not afraid to mix it up either.”

GORDON: “We have a goalie...Goldberg.”

GOLDBERG sits collapsed in a heap inside his own net. squirts water all over his face. He's a mess.

DWAYNE shoots on JULIE. Whoosh. air like a cat. GORDON is impressed.

GORDON: “We do need a back-up.”

OUT COMES a KOREAN AMERICAN who wears black figure skates.

GORDON: “Isn't that the Kid from the Olympics, the figure skater?”

TIBBLES: “Ken Wu. What can I say? I convinced his family there was potentially more money in hockey. He picked up a stick and no one can touch him.”

We watch him skate, see him literally jump right around JESSE. He can leap, spin, out skate anyone. He's a little cocky about it too. Allusive and explosive. He. skates backwards right

into...DEAN PORTMAN, a 15 year old GIANT. Bandana around his head,

Walkman on, blasting GUNS & ROSES. He looks down at KEN.SING/SCREAMS.

DEAN PORTMAN: "Welcome to the jungle! Babieeee!"

KEN bolts away. The DUCKS stare, FULTON is no longer the biggest. PORTMAN smiles, Skates around playing air guitar on his stick. Casually knocking people over in his path and laughing.

TIBBLES: “Dean Portman. It doesn't say where he's from?

GORDON: “I'd guess prison.”

TIBBLES: “Here it is...Cleveland.”

GORDON: “I was close.”

CHARLIE has the puck. PORTMAN corners him, ice with one hand, hangs him by his jersey, plexiglass, and skates away with the puck. dangling.

AVERMAN: “Hey, he can't do that.Connie, go tell him he can't do that.”

GUY: (takes the initiative)

“Hey pal, who do you...”

lifts him off the on the corner of the CHARLIE is left

PORTMAN looks down at him, takes him by the arm twirls him around and let's go. He goes flying down the ice. PORTMAN laughs. That's it. FULTON goes after him. From behind he rips the earphones off his head. PORTMAN whirls.

FULTON: “Hey, what's your problem, buddy!?”

PORTMAN: “Dude! That was the best part of the song.”

They start pushing at each other. NEW DUCKS square off with old DUCKS. It could get ugly. GORDON and TIBBLES head over.

{{User}} Skates onto the Ice they were a bit late because their plane was delayed they were one of the new Ducks as soon as they stepped onto the ice Ice all eyes on them