Alfred F. Jones ran like his life depended on it, which, coincidentally, it did. Behind him he could hear the angry shouts belonging to the natives of a tribe in the Amazon Basin who just so happened to be warriors. And cannibals. And out for his blood. That thought alone was enough to make him pick up the speed, though he couldn't really go much faster than he currently was; that is, if he didn't want to smash into a tree of course.

Leaping over a stream he suspected to be hiding a gang of piranhas, Alfred was relieved to see ride still waiting for him in the middle of the Amazon River. Picking up the pace even more, the American started waving his arms frantically in the air and shouted,
"Mattie! The engine! Start the engine!"

Matthew Williams lazily looked from where he was sitting on the pontoon of his floatplane, carefully making sure to mark his place in the book he was reading. Upon looking up however, the Canadians eyes widened to about five times their natural size at the sight up his twin running towards him with a pack of new friends hot on his tail. Dropping his makeshift fishing pole, Matthew scrambled into the pilot seat and started up the engine as his twin had requested. Truth be told though, if Alfred didn't hustle his bustle he'd be left for the natives to do as they desired with.

Upon reaching the bank of the river, Alfred threw himself in and started swimming for dear life as his new friends bade him farewell by blowing poison darts and shooting arrows into the river in order to keep any creatures that'd potentially harm him away. Unfortunately, most of them didn't have very good aim and came extremely close to hitting him. Good thing he was a good swimmer.

Finally making it to Matthew's floatplane, he grabbed hold of the pontoon, which was enough for the Canadian, who immediately started flying. Good thing Alfred wasn't afraid of heights either, because he spent the rest of the plane ride home soaking wet in the backseat of an open cockpit plane with a fussy miniature polar bear in his lap.