Somewhere over Maryland, Sunday morning

Jan 02, 2011 14:17


As he piloted the experimental Venture X-1 jet through the skies, on the way to drop Hank off at school, Brock Samson noticed some unusual readings on the radar.

"Hey, uh, Doc?" he asked. "You remembered to file a flight plan, right?"

Dr. Venture waved a hand dismissively. "Flight plan, schmite plan," he snorted. "It's not like we're landing at a real airport! It's BWI!!!"

"Yeah, well, I think the two bogies on our tail say we need one," Brock pointed out. "Look, I'm gonna get on the horn and straighten this all out. Everybody sit down and strap in tight, in case we need to do any evasive maneuvers."

Instead of sitting down, Hank hopped up excitedly. "OOOOH! Can I --?"

"NO, HANK!," Brock cut in. "You CAN'T drive!"

Hank sat down dejectedly and sighed. "Awwww, nutbunnies!"

[NFI, NFB. Nothing to warn for, this time.]

brock, establishy, x-1, pop

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