Edmonton, Canada

Western Conference, Sutton Place

It's been a relaxing few days without Tkachuk menacing me or terrorizing the hotel. I thought about it maybe being a good thing after we lost big to Vegas in game one. But that can't be it! I just have to not think about it, will come back and destroy game two!

Today is an off day for us, we've just had practice at the rink and now it's time to unwind and let our hair down...

Brock and I are sitting in the lobby at one of the tables. Lining the seating area are a bunch of bushes. The break in the middle on either side leading out to the elevator and leading up to the hotel buffett.

"What do you wanna do?" I ask him, watching the elevator to the side of us go up and down in the glass enclosure.

Brock shrugs and stuffs the last of his piece of bread in his mouth. "I don't know, but I'm feeling like a roleplay...like a Disney movie roleplay."

What is it with Brock Boeser and Disney? I sit up, eyeing him. "What do you have in mind? Also, WHY?"

Brock taps his chin. "I don't know...I really enjoy overhearing your celebration songs about Tkachuk being gone. We could just mold it into a Disney movie? It just seems very...Disney-ish, ya know."

"How so?" I question."

"You're strange," Bo Horvat comments, walking by, behind him with a plate of food. "You're going to make a Disney movie about Petey's songs that are about a lack of Tkachuk being here to torment him?"

He takes a seat at a vacant table a few feet from us.

"I might as well make a Disney movie about how much Ryan Reaves makes me wanna drill a fist into his face," Roussel chuckles, sitting in another table in the corner with his linemates.

"Oooh, will there we singing?" someone questions, sassily.

Roussel nods. "Absolutely!" He then bursts out laughing. "And I'll call it, "Bawk to the Future: The Musical. Get it? Cause he's a chicken and bawked at ME."

Brock rolls his eyes. "Not like---ugh! Nevermind, forget the movie idea."

Now I feel a little bad. "No! What were you thinking about for the plot of this movie?"

Brock sighs and sits up straight, looking dead into my eyes as he says, "Okay, get this, so there's someone locked away in a tower -- in this case, that's you locked in the hotel, being tormented by your evil "mother", Tkachuk. One day, Prince Charming, me, comes to rescue you from your "mother", Tkachuk..."

"Okay..." I manage to get out, trying hard not to lose it over how ridiculous his idea is. "I don't have long hair though...how am I Rapunzel?"

"Because you were stolen away from Millsy and Q, the King and Queen--"

"Do I WANT to know who the King is out of those two and who the Queen is?"

"Millsy's King obviously...c'mon now. So Tkachuk steals you away from them. Meanwhile, I come to the rescue and I kick Tkachuk's ass, saving you."

I rub my head. "That's some idea, Brock..."

"I whisk you away to freedom and we throw a party and runite with Millsy and Q, while Tkachuk sulks in the loss!" He claps his hands together excitedly. "I'm a movie idea GENIUS! It's totally original!"

"Well, we have to get Millsy and Q for this!" I exclaim, faking my own excitement over Brock's movie idea.

"Excellent idea, as they're important for parts in my movie concept!" Brock remarks.

"You two are really going to invest time making a Disney movie?" Roussel and Bo inquire.

We don't answer, just get up and rush for the elevators to head up to the floor to chat with Millsy and Q about the movie idea.

"You wanna shoot a WHAT?" Millsy questions as we all stand in Q's room, going over Brock's interesting concept.

"A Disney movie!" Brock replies, holding his head up high.

"Do I look like Disney magic to you?" Millsy remarks, folding his arms across his chest.

He's got a point. Millsy is the most anti-Disney looking player around here...

"C'mon Daddy Millsy," Q urges, seeing the sudden change of hurt in Brock's demeanor. "It'll be fun!"

"What's the idea?" Millsy mumbles out.

Brock runs through his idea again to them, "Basically I save Petey from his evil step-mother, Tkachuk, who abducted him from his REAL parents -- which will be portrayed by you two -- and then I'm hailed a hero for rescuing Petey and reuniting you three!"

I look at Q, who is frozen in place and then Millsy, who is pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm the husband to...Q?" Millsy manages to get out through his gritted teeth.

"Yup!" Brock nods his head energetically.

"You do realize the AGE DIFFERENCE here?" Millsy growls.

"Yeah, that's PERFECT for a Disney movie, since they're based on the original tales that included younger women marrying older princes."

Q and Millsy share a look.

"Well, I mean, I see how proud you are of the idea. I'm curious at least..." Q struggles to get the words out of his mouth, without sounding disinterested or unimpressed. "I mean, who'd be a better husband for me then JT Miller?"

Millsy slaps his forehead.

"Wait!" I suddenly shout out. "One, how are we getting Tkachuk? Two, how are we filming this?"

"Since we're all on board with the idea, you leave all of that to me! It's just a sprinkle of Hollywood magic!" Brock remarks, walking over to the desk, where Q has a container of salt. He pours some into his hand and then dumps it all over the floor.

Insert some bizarre transition from a Disney movie here. And then walk with me as we go two day from now...