Frank P.O.V.

I woke up several hours later on a deserted street. I was in a car. Instead of it being my 1965 Chevrolet Traverse, it was now a 1944 Plymouth. I got out of the car and I took a look at the exterior. The car was red. The front bumper was shiny. How did this car get here? I thought. I decided to take a walk around this place. I walked for a little while. I then came across a airfield full of biplanes. This was totally perfect. I had already impersonated a pilot for Pan Am. I figured why not impersonate a real pilot. I snuck into the airfield as quietly as possible. Up ahead, there were guards armed with the most obvious weapons ever: guns. They stood in front of the airfield. There was a gate behind the guards. I decided the only way to get into the airfield without being shot was to disguise myself as a pilot. Luckily I saw a pilot walking towards the gate. He looked like a anthropomorphic wolf. I snuck up behind him and suffocated him with my hand. Pretty soon, he was knocked out. Once the wolf pilot was knocked out, I quickly took of his clothes. While I was taking his clothes off, I noticed a rectangular name tag. The name tag read: James T. Wolf. I dragged him into a dark alley. I put the pilot uniform on. I looked like a World War 1 flying ace. I picked up my jeans. I took out my fake Pan Am pilot license out of one of the jeans pockets. Luckily, there was a burlap sack nearby. I put my clothes in the burlap sack. I lifted the burlap sack over my shoulder. I walked up to the gate. I stopped. I took out my pilot license. I decided to change my birth date on the license from 1948 to 1917. That way people will know that I'm a 27 year old man, even though I'm not. I took a small strip of paper. I covered the printed date of 1948 and wrote in a pen that I made appear of out thin air: 1917. Once that was done, I walked up to the gate. I handed out my fake pilot license to one of the guards. The guard took the license. He looked at it. The guard hands me back the license. He opened the gate for me. I passed through the gate. When I entered the airfield, I saw a bunch of pilots. They were all anthropomorphic animals. They were all male. I walked through the airfield in awe. None of the pilots knew that I was in fact a 17 year old kid. My disguise was very successful. In the distance, I saw a plane with the weirdest propellers. The propellers were shaped like a cane. Next to the plane, I saw a gray anthropomorphic raccoon who looked similar to Sly Cooper. The raccoon was a male. He wore a pilots uniform. The raccoon's uniform was maroon green. I went over to the raccoon and said "Hi there." The raccoon turned to face me."Hi." the raccoon said. "My name is Frank Lloyd Wright." I said. "My name is Otto Van Cooper." the raccoon said. "Can I fly your airplane? I have a pilot's license." I said. I handed my fake pilot's license to Otto. Otto looked at the license. He gave me my license back. "How long have you been a pilot for?" Otto asked me. "I've been a pilot for about a year." I said. "I flew for Pan Am." "Really." Otto said. "Yes." I said. "Alright. You can fly my plane." Otto said. "Yes!" I whispered excitedly. I went over to Otto's biplane. He opened the plane door for me. I climbed into the cockpit of the biplane. Otto climbed in behind me. "Do you know how to fly this plane?" Otto asked me. "Yes." I said. I turned on random switches. I didn't know how to operate a plane. The only reason I impersonated a Pan Am pilot was because I wanted to look legit when forging checks. I couldn't risk telling a experienced pilot like Otto that I didn't know how to fly a plane. "Can you help me fly this plane?" I asked Otto. "I thought you said you knew how to fly a plane?" Otto asked. "I only flew like 1 plane." I said. "Alright, I'll help you get my plane started." Otto said. I moved to the backseat while Otto was starting the plane. Once the plane was started, I got back into the cockpit. I pulled back on the wheel. The plane started moving down the airfield runway. Soon, the plane took off. I was flying. Nobody knew that I was 17 years old.

Meanwhile in Paris, present day.

Inspector Carmelita Fox was at her office working. She worked for Interpol (which is like the FBI and CIA mixed together). She was a tough police officer. Carmelita was busy working on a case file, when there was a knock at the fox's door. Carmelita walked over to the door. She opened the door, and there stood a human wearing a fedora and a black suit and tie. In his arm was a file on Frank Abagnale Jr. "My name is Carl Hanratty. I work for the FBI. I need your help capturing a teenager named Frank Abagnale Jr." the man said. "Sure." Carmelita said. Carl entered Carmelita's office. Carl set the file on Frank Abagnale Jr. on Carmelita's desk. Carmelita picked up the file and read it. "Who's Frank Abagnale Jr.?" Carmelita asked. "Frank is a teenager who impersonates people. So far, he has impersonated a Pan Am pilot and a teacher. He also has been forging checks from banks all over the world." Carl said. "I see. How old is this Frank guy?" Carmelita asked. "17 years old." Carl said. "He's impersonating people at 17." Carmelita said. "Yes. I've been chasing Frank for about a year now. I haven't been able to catch him." Carl said. "Why do you need me?" Carmelita asked. "Because I heard that you are a tough police officer that can help arrest criminals." Carl said. "Very well. Where is Frank?" Carmelita asked. "I don't know where he is. Last known contact was a half hour ago. He was talking to Sly Cooper. Then he ran out of his house, drove away and disappeared." Carl said. "Great. Now how are we going to find Frank." the female fox said. "What's your name?" Carl said to Carmelita. "Carmelita. Carmelita Montoya Fox." Carmelita said. Suddenly, a picture appeared on Carmelita's computer screen. Carmelita turned around and looked at the photo. The photo showed Frank Abagnale Jr. flying a plane with Otto Van Cooper. Carl looked at the picture over Carmelita's shoulder. "I know the guy in the photo. That's Frank." Carl said. "How do you know that?" Carmelita asked. "Frank has impersonated as a Pan Am pilot before." Carl said. "Who's the guy next to Frank?" Carmelita said. Carmelita noticed a small caption on the bottom of the photo. It read: This photo features a 17 year old boy named Frank Abagnale Jr. riding with Otto Van Cooper in Holland. Photo taken in 1944. After Carmelita and Carl looked at the photo., they decided to come up with a plan to catch Frank Abagnale Jr.


Next chapter: Frank reveals to Otto that he's not a pilot at all. Frank then ends up meeting Henriette Cooper. Meanwhile Carl and Carmelita come up with a plan to stop Frank.