“The Fifth Estate”

“So, Wildwing,” Ray Ferero began mischievously, “NBC has actually allotted more time for interviews during the Stanley Cups Finals. So, I was wondering, do you have any funny stories from Puckworld?”

The team captain, dressed in a sweatpants and a wet shirt, turned around briefly, scooping something out of the view of the camera. “Dive is still talking to ESPN, so…” A smirk formed upon his face. “When Dive was nine—no, he had just turned ten—he was checked into the goal post head—”

“NNNNOOOOOO!”

A force slammed into Wildwing from behind, causing the older brother to stumble a few steps forward. From behind him, Nosedive appeared, his eyes wide and frantic. “No! No! That story happened on Puckworld, and it will stay on Puckworld!”

“Come on!” Wildwing objected, regaining his balance and shaking his head. “It’s not that bad!”

“Not that bad? I ended up unconscious on the ice while a brawl was all around! How is that not bad?”

“And here with us now is Nosedive Featherburn, as well,” Ray spoke into his microphone, then put the object underneath the boy’s beak. “Tell us. Do you have any hilarious stories from Puckworld?”

Nosedive pondered for a minute, then smirked impishly. “Sure! You know, unlike Earth, genders were mixed on hockey teams on Puckworld. So, one time when Wildwing was dating this girl Larcen, they used to go into the back of the bus and—”

A hand clamped over his beak, and Wildwing suddenly laughed nervously, draping an arm over his brother’s shoulders and around his chest. “You know, I just saved your network from a lot of FCC fines, Ray.”

Nosedive whined, then struggled against Wildwing’s hold. The big brother instantly grabbed Nosedive’s hand and twisted it around his back, earning himself a scathing glare.

Ray panted, loosening his tie. “I think the interviews over. Back to you at the studio!”

Nosedive tore his beak from Wildwing’s hand. “No! The truth will not be the silenced! The Fifth Estate has a Constitutional right to—”

Shaking his head, Wildwing quickly grabbed his brother by the waist and lifted it into the air. “The Fifth Estate may, but you aren’t even a citizen—”

And the TV went fuzzy.