As you could imagine, almost forty people—and that's excluding the animals—staying in the same area for longer than five minutes could seriously annoy any other civilians. With all the running around, screaming, and general insanity, you would think you were in a toddler daycare center.

Cassie Rose (followed by Stella, Binta, and Isa) full-on sprinted after her precious Winslow, who was chasing Waffles and Benedict, who were waddling after Wink, who, while yapping loudly, was pursuing Lluna the llama. Much to the chagrin of everyone in the airport's extravagant gift shop, the pets and their owners crashed through several lines for the cash register and a lot of shelves. It was a wonder that the airport security didn't suddenly appear and have them all temporarily detained.

Nevertheless, they received many angry stares, and one banana thrown at Cassie (don't ask).

Over by the window, Ellegaard yelled, "Magnus, I swear, if you don't give me back my phone..." Somewhere, behind the fern the Soren was still talking to, Magnus laughed evilly, and then proceeded to pretend to be the plant answering Soren back, which in turn confused the ginger-haired man very much.

Xara tried to grab both phones back from the griefer when he wasn't paying attention, but somehow, Magnus executed a majestic human barrel roll and dodged her. She glared daggers at him. If it'd been anyone else, they would have been killed right then and there, but he just grinned and slipped away.

Axel found a stack of cracker packages in the airport restaurant and yelled out, "Look, guys, free crackers!"

"No, Axel!" responded Jesse, "Those are only for if you get the soup of the d—. Well, never mind now." Axel grinned and snagged a few more packages when he thought nobody was looking.

"Please," begged Lizzie to Dan, "For the love of Notch, stop singing rap songs. You're killing us here." Though Dan would have liked to believe it, he was not any better at rapping God's Plan than Drake was.

"What'chya writing?" asked Maya curiously, holding a fried chicken leg from the Popeye's counter next to one of the other seating areas. She tried to peer around the potionologist's shoulder and catch a peak at his freakishly-neat, freshly-inked cursive lettering.

Ivor covered up the obnoxiously-long poem he had written about Harper and said, "This is none of your business! It's for my, uh, top-secret line of work. NOW GO AWAY!" He tried to make his voice sound threatening, but it came out more like he needed a glass of water.

"Why won't this work?" Petra asked Lukas, steam practically coming out of her ears. "I gave you my stupid money, so now give my Notch-dang soda!" she yelled angrily at a drink vending machine, pounding on it with her fist.

Then TorqueDawg ran over, caught a football thrown to him by Aiden, and accidentally smashed into the machine's glass front with his shoulder, shattering it. A swarm of little kids immediately ran up and grabbed the drinks, leaving Lukas and Petra standing of a field of broken glass and no sodas.

"WHY IS THIS MY LIFE?!" shrieked Petra, Lukas attempting to soothe her by handing over another one dollar bill to try in a different snack machine. This had been going on for an hour. Casualties: seven vending machines and about forty dollars.

Stampy looked admirably at someone in a snazzy suit who walked by holding a three-tier chocolate cake—with sprinkles—and stalked that person around the building.

Then, only by the many, many prayers and pleas of other people in the airport, a tinny female voice announced over the speaker, "FLIGHT 451 IS NOW BOARDING. ATTENTION, FLIGHT 451 IS NOW BOARDING. GET YOUR BUTTS ON BOARD."

Everyone near them cheered as Jesse and company walked toward the lady in front of the jet bridge to board the airplane. Hats were thrown in the air, and clapping was heard.

"I believe we're gonna fly! I believe we're gonna be in the sky!" sang-screamed Dan.

Stacy and Lizzie smacked him in unison.