[*]
[slamming noise]
Yeah, nice one, Boltz!
Whoo! Go team!
This team plays for one reason: to win!
Oof! You wanna make the cut,
you've gotta sweat hockey,
bleed hockey-
And, remember, most importantly to have fun!
On your own time!
No fun on my ice!
Only the best of the best will make this team!
Are you sure we should be here?
form a band or join a team.
They're getting close.
And since your oboe lessons never really paid out,
The closest I ever came to playing
was Super Puckzoid Four.
Oof!
As long as that guy's on our team,
who cares how bad we are?
Him?
[loud crash] Oof!
No. HIM.
Oof!
[grunting]
Okay then.
More room on the ice.
Who's up next?
Guys, don't leave!
If you're still here and you...
...haven't sustained a major injury,
congratulations.
You've made the team.
Yay.Yay.
* She's the girl next door.
* Nice, but not in a heart that's pure *
* She's the girl next door
* Just for me
* She can give you everything you need *
* She's the girl next door.
* Nice, but not in a heart that's pure *
* She's the girl next door
* Just for me
[*]
Ah!
[sound of shoveling]
Ugh, it's totally coming from over there.
Yeah, I smell it now.
Do I wet myself or vomit?
How about you give me some more flying tips after all?
-and totally ollied for a goal!
Dude, you haven't even touched the ice yet.
And I'm pretty sure "ollie's" a skateboarding term.
Who cares?
Let's milk this jock thing while we can.
Like Boltz.
We should totally hang out with him!
And talk about what?
How those guys are gonna wedgy us later?
Hello?
We made the team, they didn't.
Watch and learn.
Scusie.
[growling]
Hey, guys!
So how come you weren't at practice today?
Oh, that's right, you're not on the team.
This area's for players only, all right?
Wow.
That just happened.
Yeah, those were some sweeeet -
...hands?
I mean that slap shot was awesome.
So, what, you guys are, like,
water boys or something? No!
We happen to be players.
Yeah, and this is the players' table,
so unless you're one of our hockey groupies...
Hi.
Right?
There you are!
Special delivery from the vampire council.
What now?
Proper fang hygiene or werewolf dating tips?
Who's the new hunk?
That's Boltz with a B.
As in BO.
He's on the hockey team with Ethan and Benny.
Your dorks turned into jocks?
This is crazy! Totally.
I mean, I've seen jocks be dorky,
but never dorks- I mean this!
It says I'm wanted for grave robbing!
Why would I do that?
Bad nutritional choices?
Ugh, that's sick!
I don't even feed on the living!
I stick to bottled, organic plasma.
Yeah, that's not gonna help your case.
So, are you gonna introduce me to Boltz or what?
How do you plead?
Necro-what?
I thought I was accused of draining dead people.
Those are both valid points.
But we know you were in the graveyard.
We found your hairclip.
Okay, fine, I was there.
But I didn't do anything!
Ask Rory, he was there too!
We did. He said you were on a date.
He what?
We didn't believe it either,
which is why you stand accused.
This is a serious crime.
You can have 48 hours to catch the grave robber,
and prove your innocence.
Okay...
So what if I fail?
We would have to kill the virus inside you
before it spreads.
Oh. Like with antibiotics?
[*]
And so the council's gonna terminate me
if I don't catch this guy.
I really need your help.
We'd love to, but...
Hey, bench warming is a noble tradition!
Hey, Boltz, what's up!
UH!
It's harder than it looks.
Sorry, Sarah, I'd like to help
but we have the team to think about.
Ah!
Watch your step, missy!
Sorry.
Ew, do all hockey players smell like BO?
Oh, hey, Rory. Hi, Sarah!
Can I help you?
No.
Then why are you following me?
Or talk.
And this way we get to spend two days together!
Ugh, stake me now.
Erica's supposed to babysit you too.
She's around here somewhere.
So, have we met before?
Or was that just in my dreams?
Mrrr!
Awwww, he's shy- and strong.
I like that.
Mrrr!
Oh!
It is like somebody ran over a lizard
then stapled it to your face.
Erica, let's go!
Yeah, fine, let's go.
I literally never want to see his face again.
What's wrong with that Boltz kid?
What?
He's got skills, he just needs a little-
Brain?
Um...
I kinda have the opposite problem.
See, I know what to do,
it's just the "doing" where I have trouble.
Yeah.
That goalie's too good at blocking up close.
[whistle]
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[buzzer]
Um, now try going behind the net
and rebounding it off number 7's helmet!
Um, now pass it to number 8,
and body check him into the net!
Ooof!
[buzzer]
We're in the lead!
Can't take all the credit.
Boltz helped a little.
You look a little worn out, kid.
There's something's going on with Boltz.
What do you mean?
He's playing better than ever!
I know but I don't think he's ...
a natural.
[grunting]
He looks like a normal jock to me.
Trust me, there's something's up.
It has to do with that gem on his mask.
I just don't know what it's ...
Dude, it's obvious!
He stumbled onto some kinda magical steroids
and cheated his way to becoming
the greatest player ever!
How are you so sure?
Because it's exactly what I would do!
Good game, guys.
Great game today! Thanks!
I always give 111 percent.
That's nice, son.
Say, Ethan... [clears throat]
You had some brilliant ideas today.
Mind hanging back?
I'd sure would love to pick your brain.
Oh, me?
I don't know...
Benny and I did have that...
...homework we had to do.
Hey, that's the team spirit!
I guess you're right. Yeah.
Meanwhile, I find out
what his mojo is, duplicate it.
Next time you see me,
I'll be just like Boltz.
[grunting]
Well, not exactly like him.
You get the idea.
So you get accused of grave robbing
and you wanna hang out in a graveyard?
For the last time,
I do not drain dead people, okay?
Do you think that's the guy?
Go away, you rotten kids!
If you want rob a grave, dig your own!
Uuuugh, my arthritis.
For hockey.
That sport is a lot weirder than I thought.
Did you know there's a spell that cures athlete's foot?
Fascinating.
Did you know your buddy Boltz isn't your average jock?
Of course!
I'm trying to figure out his trick
Come again?
This old weirdo says the stone on his mask
is called the Eye of Zartak.
It resurrects dead limbs
in whatever shape you put them in.
Your buddy Boltz
is made of a dozen dead hockey players!
Do you know what this means?
That we have a crazy hockey monster on the loose?
No, it means I'll never be good at hockey!
Monster's not crazy, just slow.
Is that supposed to be better?
So, if you're not behind this, who is?
The new man, uh, Steiner.
A very hands-on coach.
Told me to find a thick skull for-
much bigger than you?
Anything for the team, right?
[sigh] That's the attitude I like.
The two of you made a great team out there today.
Between your brains and his skill,
you could go all the way.
I'm talking NHL here.
Really? Thanks.
The question is, how committed are you?
Are you ready to take this to the next level?
Sure!
Um, but about Boltz ...
How well do you know him?
Well, good luck with that.
I'm not sure I wanna be cut out for this.
Come on, Ethan.
There's no "I" in team.
No, there's a U in lunatic!
[grunting]
Great knockdown, kiddo!
Technically, cross-checking,
[groaning]
Is it just me, or is it really cold in here?
Ah!
[cracking]
There ya go, sport!
Now, you may feel a slight jolt.
[crackling]
[loud grunting]
[grunting]
It's alive!
[grunting]
Up top!
And now for the final piece.
You're gonna kill me
just so Whitechapel can make the playoffs?
Oh, relax, Ethan,
I'm just going to put your brain into his body.
You'll be fine.
[alarm ringing]
[sigh] I have to attend to something.
Ethan! This place is huge.
Next time, can you join a ping-pong team or something?
I wouldn't! Pongers are animals!
Boltz! Defence!
[grunting]
Is that supposed to be a head?
How is he even drinking?
I know.
He is totally hotter with his mask on.
Yeah, vamp speed plus ice
equals wipe-out every time.
Good to know.
Just find Ethan!
[grunting]
We'll take care of Mr. Mumbles.
Please tell me that's for a helmet fitting!
Once I have your noodle out,
they'll have no choice but to let me
put it in Boltz.
You'll never get away with this!
Ethan?
In here!
[grunting]
Ugh!
Ugh, that tastes like mouldy sewer water!
Ethan!
B-be-hind you!
Ahhhhhh!
There.
Now, where were we?
How about a little one-on-one?
[grunting]
Benny Weir with the puck.
He's gotta go top shelf.
It's do or die!
[grunting]
Literally.
NO WAY!
BENNY IS THE GREATEST!
Yes!
What happened to him?
Did the Zarkak-thingy fall out or something?
Fall out?
TELL ME you saw that shot!
Come on, Ethan!
There's no I in "scream" either.
[screaming]
Are you okay?
Yeah, but I am done with hockey.
I've had enough ice time to last me forever.
...and so you can be assured
the grave robbing is over.
At least until next hockey season.
Wonderful story, Sarah.
I- I thought about that.
So I brought you this.
These are all the spare parts that were stolen.
And if you thought I was draining the dead,
you can check for fang marks.
Actually touch them?
That would take hours.
Try not to get sick.
It's too bad Stern folded the team
Yeah, good point...
But I will miss the status that team got us, though.
No, no, no.
Hey, we'll still have the status-
I'm good. I'm good.
We'll always have this to remind us
of how cool we almost were.
I know.
I'm gathering all the equipment for storage.
This was the last item on my list.
Are you sure you want it? I mean, it's... ancient.
That stinks.
If Boltz was here, I know what he'd say.
Yeah.
Mrrrr. Mrrrrah.