The Wicked Adventures of Helenka-Ski-Bunny (Part 3)

Fluke-Scott-Bucker saw Helenka-Ski-Bunny across the crowded Skier’s Plaza and ran up to her, literally breathless.
“Helenka, I can’t believe that the 50-year storm caused the Intergalactic Federation members to cancel the Taco Bell Big Black Bean & Bad-Dog Guacamole Air competition. That means that the winner of the hollow-leg boat racing match will determine the final standings! You can’t race for the evil D.S. Powdie Hounds!”
“Actually Fluke, it’s worse than you think. Lord Sno-Tater has asked me to step in as the new anchor the D.S. Powdie Hounds boat racing team. Han is out! Unfortunately some of his droids flared up like a raging nuclear fire storm so he can’t compete.”
“Wow, I bet that’s kept him from being able to sit down for even a minute’s rest.”
“Indeed it has Fluke. But wait, at one point I thought you were trying to convince me to join the D.S. Powdie Hounds?!”
“Aw, Helenka, not really. It’s tough growing up with a Dad like Barfing Sno-Tater, especially being an evil Lord and all. I really just wanted us to get off this rock and go to Sri-Lanka and work with the great Formula One and Nascar driver, Jean Girad and his husband Gregoire, taming Komono Dragons to perform Shakespeare.
“So cool Fluke! And I have a plan that might allow this to all come together! My rep, the son of Kevin Giradano of Walkerton, Ontario, Mr. Robert Hyde Sharratt, who is also the Future World President, has been in secret negotiations for me to Captain another team. If we win, we’ll have enough money to go anywhere!”
“Helenka, that’s amazing, but what team could possibly pull off what would have to be the greatest underdog story of all time?”
“You’ll have to keep it tippy-top secret, but it’s the Awkwardly Feminine or Possibly Canadian Gym team. Peter Lafleur is now the coach and with his training, my Czech background, and panache for getting hammered and dancing on bars, I know we can win!”
“True that Dog! Let’s go get you some serious beer goggles, darl’in!”
As they turned and raced off towards the bar, Fluke had a funny feeling the crazy plan just couldn’t fail…

The End.