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The name 'Tyrell' used by permission of LoneWolf_fanwriter.
Chapter 1
Balto was one of the happiest dogs alive at the moment. He had just survived a terrorist hijacking of his plane, and now an Australian director wanted to make a movie about it! It was starring Brad Pitt (in a dog suit) as him, and Jessica Alba (in a dog suit) as Jenna! Balto and Jenna flew down as technical consultants, and stayed for the premiere in Sydney. While they were down there, they got a job offer from a dog named Steele Karrzon who wanted two pilots for his private jet. Unfortunately, it was in San Diego, so they would have to fly. They had booked a flight on Oceanic Flight 815 (no similarities to Flight 815 that Balto and Jenna flew. This one is Oceanic.).
“Hoo boy. 815.” said Balto. “I never want to hear that number again in my life.”
“Just our luck it'll probably crash on some island.”
“I doubt it. I've crashed four planes in my life. I highly doubt that would happen to me again.”
They boarded the plane, and it took off with no problems. Except for a loud obnoxious German passenger named Adolf Hitler.
“I refuse to eat that scum!” he shouted when lunch was served. “Hamburgers, Pepsi and Ice Cream! No! I refuse!”
“But sir, it's all we have,” said the stewardess. “Unless you'd be content with some peanuts.”
“Peanuts?!” he screamed “Thot's worse! I vill not be satisfied vith anything less than a decent German meal!”
“Do they serve knuckle sandwiches in Germany?” Balto grumbled.
“I heard thot!” screamed Adolf “And besides, a German like me could kick your sissy American butt vith one hand tied behind my back!”
“Oh yeah?” challenged Balto “I got two words for you. Balto's Eleven!”
“Ba... Balto's Eleven?” Adolf sat down and got quiet very quickly.
“What the heck are Balto's Eleven?” Jenna asked.
“The gang I was the mastermind for. We were notorious in Germany.”
“Ah.”
Adolf was silent for most of he trip. He kept taking quick peeks at Balto to make sure he was staying away. Balto was also silent. He was either sleeping or listening to music most of the time. Jenna leaned over to try to hear what he was listening to.
“Oh come on!” she thought “That's like the tenth time he's listened to 'Thunderstruck'! Doesn't he ever get tired of it?”
It only got worse when he quietly started singing along.
'Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... thunder! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... thunder!' he kept whispering. It got even worse when he sang along with 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.
“I see a little silhouetto of a man, SCARAMOUCHE SCARAMOUCHE, will you do the fan-DANG-GO...
“Will you shut up?!!” Jenna finally screamed.
This looked particularly odd to all the other passengers, because Balto was singing loud enough only for himself and Jenna to hear.
“The American girl is going crazy!” shouted Adolf.
Balto looked around for a moment, shrugged, put his earphones back in, and started singing along with Van Halen's 'The Cradle Will Rock.'
“You see it's really kinda frightenin' how this... younger generationswiiings .... you know it's more than just some new sensaaation ...”
“It's going to be a long trip.” thought Jenna.
Eventually, Balto fell back asleep. Jenna decided to pull a very, very vicious trick on him. She unplugged the earphones from his IPod, plugged them into her own, hid Balto's IPod, and put the earphones back on Balto's head. When he woke back up, he immediately hit the 'play' button. He expected 'TNT' to start playing, but rather got a horrible earful of Jesse McCartney music. He shrieked and tore the earphones out and hurled the IPod clear into the front row. The man who's lap it landed in picked it up and looked at it for a moment. When a stewardess saw it, she looked at the playlist (all Jesse McCartney and Celine Dion) and promptly had the man arrested for bringing a potentially lethal weapon on the plane.
At this point the trip turned dangerous. The pilot was asleep, and had been for twenty minutes. The co-pilot shook him awake.
“What? What?” grumbled the pilot.
“The navigation systems have gone dead!”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Everything is deader than the cat I ran over this morning! And slightly more alive than my mother-in-law.”
“Oh great. Check the map. Where are we now?”
“Uh, here sir.” He pointed to a location on the map.
“It looks like our best bet would be to reroute to Fiji. We can see if we can land and get some repairs.”
They flew on that course for awhile, until they hit turbulence.
“Attention passengers! Please fasten your seat belts. We will be experiencing some turbulence.”
Everyone one the plane panicked, scrambling back to their seats and putting on their seat belts. Except Balto. He just sat there smiling.
“Balto! What are you so happy about?”
He didn't respond. Then Jenna noticed. He had ear phones on. She grabbed them and yanked them out of his ears.
“What are you so happy about?” she asked again.
“Oh, I don't know. I just always liked the way Bon Scott sings 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.'”
“Didn't you hear the captain?”
“No. What did he say?”
“We're hitting turbulence! We need our seat belts on! Didn't you notice everybody quickly putting on their seat belts? Didn't you even feel the turbulence?”
“No. Like I said, I really like 'Dirty Deeds'.”
The plane hit more turbulence. Now Balto put his seat belt on. And the plane hit more and more turbulence. Finally, the back of the plane ripped clean off the rest of the plane, one row behind Balto and Jenna! There was only one row of seats between them and the sky. And it snapped off and went flying out the back! Balto felt his chair beginning to do the same, so he unfastened his belt, and grabbed on to the seat in front of him. Jenna saw this and did the same. An instant later, their row of seats flew out the back. They managed to hold on for awhile, but then the front of the plane snapped off as well! The jolt through the plane was enough to weaken Balto and Jenna's hold on their seats. Their grips slipped, and they went flying out the back, along with Adolf, and several others.
Chapter 2
All the passengers that flew out the back landed in the water. The ones that survived the impact had to dodge all the debris that was hailing down on them. Bits of metal, bodies, chairs, luggage, everything. A suitcase came flying down and scraped his head. Pain shot from the middle of his forehead clear down to his right ear.
“Balto!” shouted Jenna, barely audible over the roar of the engines. “Are you alright?”
He was about to respond when he saw the plane fly toward an island, and then in an explosion of fire and metal, the plane crashed on the island.
“We need to swim for the island!” Balto shouted. He swam for a few feet, but then the pain from his head got unbearable. He looked to his right and saw a large piece of scrap metal floating. He climbed on it and hollered to the others. “Hey! Over here! Get on the metal!” Then he collapsed. He put his hand up to where the suitcase had hit him. He pulled his hand away and looked at it. Red. He tore off a piece of the shirt he was wearing (his beloved vintage AC/DC concert shirt!) and put it against his head. He would've gotten it wet but it already was. He held it up there for a minute, then said to the others who had gotten on their little 'raft' “Try to row with your hands. See if we can get to the island.”
“But thot vill take forever stupid American!” Adolf complained.
“You got a better idea Smiley?”
Adolf just grumbled.
It took them nearly two hours to arrive at the beach, but they finally made it. Instantly people rushed to them to help them off the wing. One man in a suit came forward. He looked at Balto's head and said “You'd better let me take a look at that.”
“You a doctor?”
“Yep. Jack Shepard. You?”
“Balto Man...” he almost finished saying his real name (Mandrell), when he realized he was known as a criminal by that name. “Balto Tyrell. Say, just how bad is my head?”
“Pretty bad. What hit you?”
“Luggage.”
“It certainly did a good job of gashing your head open. You've got a deep cut from the middle of your head to your right ear.”
“A perfect way to end a day. Did you know this is my fifth airplane crash?”
“Wow. It sounds like you have a bad history with planes.”
“You haven't heard the half of it. I've crashed, been hijacked, shot down, stranded on an island twice... I feel like the Apostle Paul.”
“Who?”
“Never mind. You know, having done all that, it's a wonder I ever became a pilot.”
“You are?”
“Yeah. My first mishap with a plane happened in flight school. I was flying a Cessna with my instructor on my first flight. You know what happened?”
“What?”
“The plane burst into flames.”
“Yikes.”
“We jumped out just before it exploded.”
“Wait. You jumped out of a flying Cessna?”
“Yeah. I couldn't walk for two months.”
Jack finished treating Balto's head wound. He said “If this starts hurting again, come and get me. I may have done something wrong. If so, your cut might get infected.”
That night, they started a signal fire to alert any passing planes
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good.
does it come a continue?? I mean did Balto,
Jenna and Hitler succeed to escape from the island or do
they just get back to it?