[[The Quebec Nordiques are suiting up - the door to their locker room gets a big hole smashed in it. It's Mallethead.]]
[[Mallethead, wearing a toque, speaks through the hole.]]
Mallethead: I HEARD A HOCKEY TEAM NEEDS AN ENFORCER...
Robbie Ftorek: I think you've got the job, friend!
[[Ftorek has now opened the door - three feet of snow has piled inside with him.]]
Mallethead: HEY! YOU'RE THE QUEBEC NORDQUES!
Robbie Ftorek: At your service, eh?
Mallethead: YOU MOVED LIKE SIX YEARS AGO!
Robbie Ftorek: No, the FRANCHISE moved. The real team, the HEART, remained.
[[A series of shots of the Quebec Nordiques doing hockey puck tricks, rescuing a toqued cat from a tree, and forming a human chain to save somebody who's fallen down a waterfall]]
Robbie Ftorek (voice-over): You see, the players who had given their souls to this team realized it could nver really move. Without direction, we all kept showing up at 'l'Colisee,' without games, without paychecks, without hope. We persevered. Nowadays, we barnstorm around Canada, scaring up games to make ends meet, helping good people out of jams when we can. We're all good men trying to redeem wasted chances.
[[Mallethead is now wearing a Nordiques uniform and a helmet.]]
Mallethead: WASTED CHANCES!?
Robbie Ftorek: We have dark sides too. We're sort of a Canadian foreign legion.