Jack Frost Page #5

What do you think?

AII right, give me the puck.

There's a Iot of wood!

Fakes Ieft, fakes right.

Man, nice shot. AII right!

You got the--

AII right!

-Dad, are you okay?|-Yeah, I'm good.

I think you got the J-shot.

I think you got the J-shot down.

AII right, come on.|Let's go home.

Come on, come on.

You pIayed great.

Thanks for teaching me the J-shot.

I want to see you use it.|You got to get back on the team.

-No, I don't think so.|-I do.

You're Ietting your friends|and yourseIf down.

-But wait a second--|-No ''buts. ''

Let's taIk about schooIwork.

What about it?

I saw your report card.|You've got serious jamming to do.

What's this, a Iecture?|Now you're giving me a Iecture?

See? It's kind of scary.

Think how the snowman must feeI.

And I'm worried about your mom.

-Why?|-Has she hung any Christmas Iights?

Not a Iot.

Yeah, I know. HardIy any.

Why are you teIIing me this?

You've got responsibiIities now.

You'II just have to face them.

You got to watch out for Mom. . .

. . .and straighten things out|with your friends.

I'm onIy 1 2 years oId.|I can't take aII this!

I might have pushed it|a smidge too hard.

Hey, hon.

I'm heading to the Shiverfest.|You want to come aIong?

No, thanks.

Or if you'd rather,|you can come with me.

I'm going to go caroIing with|Mrs. WiIkins and the neighbor Iadies.

They did a good job this year.|Do you Iike the tree?

Want a baIIoon or anything?

Or pretzeIs? They've got--

Wow! Check out these snowmen.

Finals of the father-son snowman|building contest begin in 5 minutes.

Five minutes.

Mom thinks I'm going nuts, doesn't she?

No, no, no.

She's just a IittIe concerned,|that's aII.

So. . .

. . .what's going on?

You wouIdn't beIieve me|if I toId you.

Come on, Iet's check out the band.

TaIk about a tough gig.|It's freezing out here.

Why don't you pIay music anymore?

I kind of Iost the groove.

The groove?

PIaying with your dad, I never|thought about what music was.

Music was Iife. It was. . .

. . .just. . .

. . .Iike breathing, reaIIy.

So naturaI.

After he died. . .

. . .music became. . .

. . .a job.

You know, Jack aIways said to me:

''It shouId never feeI Iike work. ''

He was your best friend, huh?

Your dad was the reaI deaI.

Do you think he wanted me|to be a musician?

More than anything, he wanted you to be|whatever you wanted to be.

He didn't care what that was.

Just whatever made you happy.

ReaIIy?

ReaIIy.

Think you'II get the groove back?

Someday, maybe.

I hope so.

Man, you got your shopping done, folks?

You got 10 hours till Christmas Eve...

...and it's already 55 degrees.

Could get up to 70 today.

Snowplo w drivers got a day off.

lt's hot enough to melt a snowman.

Although, you know,|good news for Sid Gronic.

Speaking of hot,|here's a little Billy ldol for you.

''Hot in the City''|on central Colorado 's classic rock.

Hey, man. Good morning.

I've been doing a Iot of thinking|about what you said.

You're right.

The J-shot,|it wasn't just about hockey, was it?

What do you think?

There's something I got to do.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Coach.

I'd Iike to get back on the team.

What?

You ditched us, CharIie.|Remember?

Do we have to bring|your snowman buddy aIong too?

There'II be no mention of snowmen|in this car.

I don't know, CharIie.

WeII, I do.

I say we Iet him back on the team.

Everybody deserves a second chance.

Go get your stuff.

Go, CharIie!

They Iet me back on the team.

Listen, Dad, about Iast night, I--

It's okay, buddy.|What time they drop the puck?

-1 1 :
30. But you don't got to come.|-I know that.

He's taIking to the snowman again.

What'd I say, Tuck?

Shake it, CharIie!

Remember. . .

. . .arms and wrists.

Straight but reIaxed.

Thanks again, Dad.|See you after the game.

Man, this sun is brutaI.

I mean, I am IiteraIIy|meIting my ass off.

I didn't come|aII the way from the hereafter. . .

. . .to miss another one|of my kid's hockey games.

Chet, Iisten.

Chet, I know|we've had our differences. . .

. . .but I got a game to catch.

I reaIIy couId use your heIp.

So how are we going to do this?

Go. Yes, Frost!

He's good.

Come on, okay. Here we go.|Come on.

Maybe you got some friends|who are Huskies.

You know a Saint Bernard?

Score! One-nothing.

And here we go again.

That's right, Chet.|Take your time.

Wonder if there's gonna be any|cute poodIes there.

That's what I thought!

Good pass, CharIie!

Go, Spencer! Go!

He scored!

Score by Spencer Jordan,|with an assist by Charlie Frost.

Mountaineers, one.|Devils, one.

Okay, so far, so good.

Stay cooI.

AImost there.

AII right, Frost!

Get it back!

Go, CharIie. Go!

Yes, Frost. Go!

One hundred yards|of piping-hot asphaIt.

Bad day to be a snowman.

This couId reaIIy sting.

Okay, baby steps, baby steps.

Man, this is getting hot.|This is hot.

This is hot on my tootsies.|My tootsies is burning.

HoIy habanero !

This is hot.|Let's speed her up!

Leaping Lawrence of Arabia!

I am so hot!

AII right, aII right, Frost!

AII right, CharIie!

Turn it around!

Frost, yes, go!

The J-shot, CharIie-boy, come on!

Arms and wrists.

Straight but relaxed.

Nice going, butthead!

Outstanding! Yes!

My man! Yes!

You got the power!

Way to go, CharIie.

The ice is now open|for all free skates.

Outstanding game.|What can I say?

You rock, dude.

You're meIting.|You gotta be crazy to come here.

I couIdn't miss your big game.

Let's get you on the ice|so you can cooI off.

That's not going to work.

I got to get you somepIace coId.|I won't Iose you again.

I'II be back!

SomepIace coId.

Mom?

No cutting!

It's okay, ma'am.|He's my son.

You need to drive us somewhere|right now.

-Honey, I'm working.|-You've got to!

What's wrong?

-He's meIting.|-Who's meIting?

The snowman's meIting.

That's just the way it is.

If you drive us to the mountains,|he won't meIt.

I'm not driving you|and your snowman anywhere.

I know this has been hard for you.

You don't understand, Mom.

Dad's the snowman.

What?

I'm sorry, but he made me promise|not to teII you.

Honey, he died a year ago.

You'II just have to accept that.

No, Mom, you don't understand.

It's gonna be okay, Dad.

Do me a favor.|Watch out for snowpIows.

CharIie's run away with the snowman.

ReaIIy.

Oh, my!

Look out! Move, move!

Excuse me. Look out.

-He couId be anywhere.|-Mac, it's a kid and a snowman.

You and me.|Once and for aII.

I'II fight you any other time.|Just not now.

I don't know who's more stupider,|you or your snowman.

Excuse me.|Did you just say ''stupider''?

What kind of word is ''stupider''?

Who said that?

I did. . .

. . .you IittIe baggy-pants snow punk.

What the heck is it?

Not what. Who.

And he's my dad.

I knew it!

Mitch and Pudge thought I was crazy.|But I saw you that day.

You throw a mean snowbaII.

Okay, okay, okay.|Just chiII, kid.

Don't have a meItdown.

Look, Rory,|it's too hot down here.

If I don't get him up to|the mountains, I'II Iose him.

He does Iook pretty bad.

Come on.

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