Post by RaceFanX on Aug 25, 2009 1:04:52 GMT -5
It's a beautiful but bitter cold winter day in Grutley. A blizzard last night has closed school and school children in their heavy coats and snow pants sled and have snowball fights. The kids all scatter as a bright orange Oshkosh snow plow with a giant V-like blade buzzes down the country road and flings snow everywhere as it clears the road. Grutley has become a winter wonderland. As the tempature drops the little kids all go in to warm up...but there is still one being outside moving...
Hiccup Hole is frozen solid. There's been no swimming in it for about three months now. Lucy's long since flown south for the winter. And yet the snow's been cleared off to produce an glassy ice surface. There's an almost skating-like sound as suddenly one of the dals flashes by, the claws on the front of his paws serving as a pseudo-ice skate. He's propped himself on his hind legs with a stick-like branch. Instead of black spots, his fur is dyed with red and blue patterns that mimic the white road jersey of the NHL's Montreal Canadians. This is Hab. If there was ever a dalmatian built for -5 F, it was this little pup from Quebec. His inner thoughts monologue in his French-Canadian voice as he shots up and down his makeshift rink.
"If there is one thing I love in life, it's the cold. Because it is only when the winter deep freeze begins that the competition really gets hot..."
BOOM! The action cuts to a makeshift game of ice hockey as a similar dog with his fur dyed like a Detroit Red Wings jersey is laid out by a bigger pup with his fur dyed like a New York Rangers one.
"If it hurts you're still alive Wing," said Ranger. Wing bounces back up.
"No duh, Ranger. Now if you'll excuse me I have a goal to net," said Wing as he sped off. Six dalmatian pups, all with crude sticks and using a pinecone as a punk all take part in a ragtag game of hockey. These are the so-called "Hockey Hounds," Hab, Leaf, Wing, Bruin, Ranger and their goalie Hawk. The cross-checks and body slams occur with such frequency it's clear they prefere to play the sport the "old time" way. However two other dogs secretly watch from the sidelines...
"Look at them, all happy and content. They love nothing better than being on that stupid ice rink. You were right Vandella, those stupid dalmatians are complete fools," said Cruelyn.
"Indeed they are. You have to admit though, they are good at what they do. They're the best around here at it and they take pride in that fact," replied Vandella.
"They think they're the best, HUMBUG! Dalmatians by nature are inferior. Those dogs just need a dose of humble pie and I'm just the dog to assure they get it," said Cruelyn with a twisted smile.
"You claim to be the best on the ice, very simply I want you to prove it. I'm going to get a team of the best I can find and bring them here for a little game against you. No farm on the line, just your pride," she said with a smirk.
"If it's a game of hockey you're wanting, consider it a date," replied Hab with his five friends around him. "Just give us a time and date."
"A week from Saturday. I'll give you the benefit of having it at Hiccup Hole," replied Cruelyn.
"It's a date," replied Leaf, the confidence showing in the Ontario pup's voice.
"A challenge, eh? We'll kick your team's tail six ways from Sunday." said Bruin in his New England accent. "There's no way that you can beat us."
"Indeed, of course I have no intention of playing in the game. I already arranged to bring in ringers."
"What do you mean by ringers," said Ranger, his Broklyn accent somewhat more distinct than usual...
Cut to a shot of 12 ducks skating around the pond practicing.
Cruelyn has spared no expense, they all wear seafoam green jerseys saying "DUCKS" with a aggressive logo on them and carry offical-looking avian-sized sticks. They skate much faster and with much more finess than the dogs do. After a confrontation, their team captain introduces himself and his crew.
"My name is King," said the main duck as he prepared to introduce his teammates, going down the line. "This is my crew. Dodger, Laker, Clipper, Galaxy, Angel, Sparks, my goalie Chivas, Riptide, Ram, Raider and Express."
"We're a lovable team of underdogs who seem to always overcome adversity and win in the end despite all odds," said Dodger.
The Hockey Hounds began to realize what they are up against, so called "lovable underdogs" or no...this team of ducks definetly looked mighty.
"We're going to need more dogs," said Bruin.
"No duh," replied Wing.
With some clever recruiting, the dogs get a full roster. A clip is shown of right before the game. The Dearly farm team managed to get some canine-sized sticks and jerseys of their own, there's are blue with yellow lettering that reads "CHIEFS." The only clip of the actual game is one of Hab with his teammates. He's not hurt, but he's mad.
"This is not about the farm. It is not about duty or honor, Queen or country. This is about pride. I don't have much in life but what I do have is a drive to win. I don't care about what we have to do, we're going to win this game. This is our house, we make the rules and the first rule is we never lose. This is personal now. We're not just going to beat them. We're going to beat the sh*t out of them." Universally, you can see the fire in all the canines eyes. This game's goin' be war. The screen cuts to black.
"Raise a little hell" by the Canadian band Trooper begins to play. The title appears.
Coming soon...
THE COLD WAR!
This winter, the fire's on the ice
With London Calling having hit some production snags (I need a more workable plot that engages the enviroment but also makes a thrilling story), I've been thinking about doing a more light-hearted like this one in the meantime. It's somewhat of a reverse on the typically sports movie, our canines are supposed to be the somewhat mean and c ocky rivals with their opposition the lovable underdogs. Basically I want to do like a "SLAP SHOT vs. THE MIGHTY DUCKS." I do have qualms about this one though, like casting some of my characters in lead roles; something I usually avoid.
What do you guys think, should this ice hockey-themed fic hit the ice or the showers?
(Kudos if anyone can find the in-joke with the ducks' names)
Hiccup Hole is frozen solid. There's been no swimming in it for about three months now. Lucy's long since flown south for the winter. And yet the snow's been cleared off to produce an glassy ice surface. There's an almost skating-like sound as suddenly one of the dals flashes by, the claws on the front of his paws serving as a pseudo-ice skate. He's propped himself on his hind legs with a stick-like branch. Instead of black spots, his fur is dyed with red and blue patterns that mimic the white road jersey of the NHL's Montreal Canadians. This is Hab. If there was ever a dalmatian built for -5 F, it was this little pup from Quebec. His inner thoughts monologue in his French-Canadian voice as he shots up and down his makeshift rink.
"If there is one thing I love in life, it's the cold. Because it is only when the winter deep freeze begins that the competition really gets hot..."
BOOM! The action cuts to a makeshift game of ice hockey as a similar dog with his fur dyed like a Detroit Red Wings jersey is laid out by a bigger pup with his fur dyed like a New York Rangers one.
"If it hurts you're still alive Wing," said Ranger. Wing bounces back up.
"No duh, Ranger. Now if you'll excuse me I have a goal to net," said Wing as he sped off. Six dalmatian pups, all with crude sticks and using a pinecone as a punk all take part in a ragtag game of hockey. These are the so-called "Hockey Hounds," Hab, Leaf, Wing, Bruin, Ranger and their goalie Hawk. The cross-checks and body slams occur with such frequency it's clear they prefere to play the sport the "old time" way. However two other dogs secretly watch from the sidelines...
"Look at them, all happy and content. They love nothing better than being on that stupid ice rink. You were right Vandella, those stupid dalmatians are complete fools," said Cruelyn.
"Indeed they are. You have to admit though, they are good at what they do. They're the best around here at it and they take pride in that fact," replied Vandella.
"They think they're the best, HUMBUG! Dalmatians by nature are inferior. Those dogs just need a dose of humble pie and I'm just the dog to assure they get it," said Cruelyn with a twisted smile.
"You claim to be the best on the ice, very simply I want you to prove it. I'm going to get a team of the best I can find and bring them here for a little game against you. No farm on the line, just your pride," she said with a smirk.
"If it's a game of hockey you're wanting, consider it a date," replied Hab with his five friends around him. "Just give us a time and date."
"A week from Saturday. I'll give you the benefit of having it at Hiccup Hole," replied Cruelyn.
"It's a date," replied Leaf, the confidence showing in the Ontario pup's voice.
"A challenge, eh? We'll kick your team's tail six ways from Sunday." said Bruin in his New England accent. "There's no way that you can beat us."
"Indeed, of course I have no intention of playing in the game. I already arranged to bring in ringers."
"What do you mean by ringers," said Ranger, his Broklyn accent somewhat more distinct than usual...
Cut to a shot of 12 ducks skating around the pond practicing.
Cruelyn has spared no expense, they all wear seafoam green jerseys saying "DUCKS" with a aggressive logo on them and carry offical-looking avian-sized sticks. They skate much faster and with much more finess than the dogs do. After a confrontation, their team captain introduces himself and his crew.
"My name is King," said the main duck as he prepared to introduce his teammates, going down the line. "This is my crew. Dodger, Laker, Clipper, Galaxy, Angel, Sparks, my goalie Chivas, Riptide, Ram, Raider and Express."
"We're a lovable team of underdogs who seem to always overcome adversity and win in the end despite all odds," said Dodger.
The Hockey Hounds began to realize what they are up against, so called "lovable underdogs" or no...this team of ducks definetly looked mighty.
"We're going to need more dogs," said Bruin.
"No duh," replied Wing.
With some clever recruiting, the dogs get a full roster. A clip is shown of right before the game. The Dearly farm team managed to get some canine-sized sticks and jerseys of their own, there's are blue with yellow lettering that reads "CHIEFS." The only clip of the actual game is one of Hab with his teammates. He's not hurt, but he's mad.
"This is not about the farm. It is not about duty or honor, Queen or country. This is about pride. I don't have much in life but what I do have is a drive to win. I don't care about what we have to do, we're going to win this game. This is our house, we make the rules and the first rule is we never lose. This is personal now. We're not just going to beat them. We're going to beat the sh*t out of them." Universally, you can see the fire in all the canines eyes. This game's goin' be war. The screen cuts to black.
"Raise a little hell" by the Canadian band Trooper begins to play. The title appears.
Coming soon...
THE COLD WAR!
This winter, the fire's on the ice
With London Calling having hit some production snags (I need a more workable plot that engages the enviroment but also makes a thrilling story), I've been thinking about doing a more light-hearted like this one in the meantime. It's somewhat of a reverse on the typically sports movie, our canines are supposed to be the somewhat mean and c ocky rivals with their opposition the lovable underdogs. Basically I want to do like a "SLAP SHOT vs. THE MIGHTY DUCKS." I do have qualms about this one though, like casting some of my characters in lead roles; something I usually avoid.
What do you guys think, should this ice hockey-themed fic hit the ice or the showers?
(Kudos if anyone can find the in-joke with the ducks' names)