time ta get a break from yer desk!

Goldwing just slumped on the co-pilot chair and quickly buckled the seat belt - This isn't what I was hired for...- he mumbled. - And is she always like that?

-Nah, kiddo, You got her in a good mood! - the pilot chuckled as he started the engines and taxied the Sea Duck away from the docks and started gaining speed fast. The accountant could only grip tight the arms of his seat as the plane took off toward the opening between the cliffs, and then free of them, into the open sky.

-Kid, yer too uptigtht! Relax! - the big bear said - Ol' Baloo's here and You'll make back safe and sound - he said as he leaned back and rested his feet on the yoke, prompting Jon to look wide-eyed.

-Ah...shouldn't you...you know...use your hands to fly the plane? - the accountant said nervously.

Baloo sat back and grinned - Books, I only need mah hands ta do this - and he pulled the yoke back hard, sending the Sea Duck in a steep climb, the ocean disappearing and all windows facing the bright sky, until the plane leveled upside down for a second before coming in a fast fall, this time the big blue ocean in front of them, before Baloo pulled back in the last minute and leveled the plane again, the roar of the Superflight 100 engines mixed with the makeshift co-pilot's loud scream of terror.

- C'mon, kid, Baloo will learn ya to have some fun! Our next stop is Louie's - the big pilot told the now green and sick looking bear sitting by him.

And while Baloo was busy turning Jon into different colors, Rebecca had arrived a fancy hotel downtown. She stepped out of the cab and looked up the building.

- Okay, Mr. Foreign Rich Tycoon...let's do business! - she whispered to herself and entered  the lobby, heading straight for the reception. A stork lady smiled and greeted her.

- Welcome to The Tiger's Den, a Khan Industries subsidiary. How can I help you, Miss? - the feathered receptionist greeted.

- I'm Rebecca Cunningham and I have a scheduled meeting with Mr. Gearnak, from...room 309  I believe? - the orange bearess smiled.

- One moment please - the stork said as she dialed the room number - Hello? Mr. Gearnak, Miss Cunningham is here...oh? Go up? Yes Sir, of course. - she hung the phone and smiled - He says that you should go up, Miss Cunningham. He and his associates are waiting to start the meeting. 15 Floor.

- Thank you - Rebecca grinned and she took the very imponent elevator to the 15th floor. Stepping out, she looked at the room numbers until she found room 309, fixed her trenchcoat and knocked the door.

- Why, come in! - a voice sounded behind the door.  Rebecca opened it and stepped in to find a strange orange, wolfish man in a white suit with vertical stripes, a huge red moustache and dark glasses sitting by a table. - Miz...Cunningham, yes? Pleaze, sit, sit - he gestured at a chair by the table - No business before a glass of wine!

Rebecca smiled and she smiled, nodding a greet at the odd looking magnate and sat down - Thank you Mr. Gearnak.

The tycoon then took the bottle on the top of the table and looked at it. - Ah! 1867! Wonderful! Pleaze, Miz Cunningham...just smell this sweet aroma! - he said, opening the bottle and holding it close to Rebecca.

- Oh, Mr. Gearnak, I am not really a conosseur but....sniff...it smells....like....- and those were her last words before she fainted on her chair, the wolfish magnate quickly replacing the bottle cap.

- Mad Dog! Tie her tight and put her in the trunk! We are taking the submarine-thingie and going back to the meeting point, yes-no? - the "magnate" told the Air Pirate who stepped out of the closet with ropes in hand. - The lady is going to be Don Karrrrrrnage's guest for quite a bit, sí?

-Louie's place -

Baloo and Jon walked in to a full house, many pilots screaming, laughing and brawling. The big bear walked to the counter where the met the simian bar owner. - Hey cuz! Busy day t'day huh? How 'bout a Krakatoa Specia fer ol' Baloo and ma buddy here?

-Baloo, ma man! - the monkey raised his arms and quickly jumped the counter - Business' on fire now that the routes are safe from those pirates! Today only cuz I'll ignore yer tab here - he slapped the big bear on the back - and a buddy of ma buddy is my buddy, buddy-boy! - and slapped Jon on the back which made the younger bear whoof and nearly dropped his glasses from his pocket.

- Hey Baloo, dontcha ferget Friday man! Big attraction coming! - Louie boomed while he started using his hands and feet to quickly make two sundaes and slipped them fast on the counter

- Can't wait ta see it cuz! - the pilot said as he started digging on his ice cream.

Jon looked at the sundae with awe and tasted it. - Man, this is good! - and started eating hearty.

- Nah, Books, it's da best! Ol' Louie's here own creation - Baloo grinned and slapped high five with his best pal.

- Hey, aintcha the guy working the books for Becky? Kit said about an accountant with a bike and jacket but he didn't say you fly toommph! - Baloo quickly put a hand on Louie's mouth and shook his head.

- Books here is just fer show, we're going to Port Flamingo - he whispered as he got his hand off and brought Louie closer.

- Oooh! Yeah, that stupid thing of them about co-pilots! Right! So I guess Kit or Becky were busy? - the simian asked.

- Kit's in school and Beckers at some meeting with one of those rich types...Man, more work fer ol' me! I been working so bad I'm even losing weight! - Baloo complained.

- From what I see, cuz, somebody found it and put it back in you! - Louie laughed. Baloo simply grumbled as Jon stifled a laugh.

Soon they were airborne again and heading for Port Flamingo.

-Well, Mr. Co-Pilot, time ta earn yer pay. Or You gonna just sit there and watch the view? C'mon, grab that yoke! - the big bear said, which made Goldwing's eyes wide.

-But...But...I can't fly...I'm no pilot! - the accountant started.

-You never know till You try! Grab that yoke coz I'm letting go of this one! - and that's exactly what the gray bear did, which caused the plane to start tilting to the left. Jon quickly grabbed the yoke but pulled it too much to the right, then tried to correct it. It wasn't the most elegant start, as the Sea Duck tilted from side to side as the accountant failed to level it. Finally, Baloo got the yoke back and quickly set the cargo plane on course . -Aw, and now ya know...don't worry kid, not everybody gets it the first time!

Jon could finally breath in relief as the plane was stable again -Well,  not everybody is a pilot, Baloo. I'll stick to my motorcycle - he grinned.

Soon they were landing in Porto Flamingo. Baloo smoothly brought the plane down and they docked with the harbor.

-Ok, Books, You just sit tight there fer show while I go talk ta them and soon we'll get this stuff out and be on our way back. Who needs so many pink crystal elephants anyway? - the big bear wondered.

-Beats me. Some eccentric type probably, or a guy with too much money and poor decoration tastes - the accountant chuckled.

Baloo shrugged and approached the small office by the dock where a tired looking rat with a red vest and gray shirt and a hat was making notes. - Hey man. Delivery from Higher for Hire from Cape Suzette. -the big bear said quickly.

The rat looked at Baloo uninterested, then at the yellow plane and checked down his notes.

- Can't authorize. Nothing scheduled for today from Cape Suzette or Higher for Hire. Turn back. - the rat simply said.

- What?? Hey man, c'mon! we flew all the way here, what are we s'posed  ta do with the cargo now? - the pilot complained.

- Not my business. No authorization, can't accept the delivery. - the rat said and simply shut the small window that allowed him to talk with the bear.

- Aw man...all that gas...Rebecca will be mad! Looks like we got scammed! Wonder if she can put all those elephants fer sale... - the pilot said to himself as he walked back in the plane, looking through the front window but did not see the accountant. - One simple thing you ask 'sit tight' and the kid can't do that? - he grumbled and walked to the left side door to the cargo hold and opened it - Kid, we can't deliver the stuff, looks like....whoa!

Jon tried to answer, but it was difficult with the gag over his muzzle and the huge hand of Dumptruck who held him dangling over the cargo hold floor, his hands probably bound as he had them behind his back.  Jon perhaps was trying to warn about the strange dingo air pirate with dynamite strapped to his arms and who was now pointing a gun at Baloo's head.

- Sorry, he can't answer you...he is all tied up right now - Hacksaw grinned and shook the gun, signaling for Baloo to raise his arms.

The big pilot bear sighed and did as ordered - Darn it...now Rebecca's going to be REALLY mad...

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

- Higher for Hire. Evening -

Kit sat down on the big easy chair at the office, trying to read the latest issue of his favorite magazine (Flyboy magazine)about planes , but his eyes kept constantly glancing at the clock.

- That's so strange, he whispered - then there was a knock at the door. He jumped off the chair and quickly went to open it but, to his surprise, it was  Molly and Wildcat. He blinked - Molly? Wildcat? What happened?

- Kit? Mommy's not here? - the little yellow bear cub girl asked, looking a bit scared - When Mommy never show up to get me and Lucy, we called Wildcat.

-Wildcat? - Kit asked, greeting the lion - But you were not on vacations?

- Ah, yeah...but I wuz visiting Buzz...he had this thingie that wuz like "Eeek I'm sick!"

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