The jolt woke Carolyn, who gripped her armrests with wide eyes.

"What are they doing?" she exclaimed.

Realizing the plane had levelled out, she jumped up and headed toward the flight deck, which was locked.

"Open this door!" she yelled.

"It's okay mum!" Arthur yelled back, "I've got it under control!"

"You've… what do you mean, you've got it under control? Where are Martin and Douglas?"

"They're… taking a little nap."

"What?!"

She stumbled against the door as the plane suddenly dipped, and another alarm went off.

"Arthur!"

The door clicked open to reveal a short, red faced man wearing a captain's hat. "Carolyn, I'm sorry, it was all Douglas's idea… Douglas is still flying, see?"

Carolyn pushed past him and strode inside, slamming the door behind her before she started yelling at all three of them.

"Joe?" Frank waved a hand in front of his pale brother's face. "Joe, are you okay?"

The younger boy slowly broke into a relieved grin, releasing the armrests of his white knuckle grip.

"I'm okay," he answered.

"That went too far," Frank growled, striding over to the intercom. "Carolyn, can we talk to you?"

There was a pause before the white haired woman came out with an apologetic smile.

"Boys, I'm so sorry. So many of our flights are cargo flights that they don't always act… completely professionally. And Douglas being Douglas doesn't help too much even when there are passengers. They shouldn't have done that, and that's exactly what I just told them – the rest of the flight will be completely uneventful."

"My brother's afraid of flying, does he ever stop to consider that?" Frank demanded.

"He did say he warned you… but no, probably not," she looked at Joe sympathetically. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," the boy was blushing slightly now. He managed a small smile, "in fact, before all of this I was actually saying how good the flight was."

"They're both great pilots," Carolyn assured them. "Or at least, Douglas is the good one, Martin's the safe one – but between them, they've kept old GERTI going for far longer than anyone ever expected."

"It does seem to be quite an old plane," Frank remarked.

"She is. Mostly gaffer tape and hope by this point."

"How did you think of the name of the airline?" Joe piped up. "Sorry, airdot," he grinned.

"My Jet Now," Carolyn smiled at the memory. "GERTI belonged to my husband, his favourite toy. So when we got divorced, I decided to get it off him. I called it 'my jet now' and started a company with it to annoy him," she cackled. "He tries to buy it back every year."

Arthur quietly slunk out of the flight deck, avoiding their gazes.

"It's okay Arthur, they're not angry with you," Carolyn assured him. "And besides, it wasn't your fault." She turned back to the brothers, "he always wanted to be a pilot, and Douglas knows it."

"That's why he knew you'd fall for it," Frank remarked.

"Right."

"Really?" Arthur looked hopeful.

"Really," they assured him.

"Brilliant! I'm going to go get the food," he informed his mother.

"Great, get to it."

Douglas was the next to make an appearance.

"Carolyn, can we have a minute?"

"Of course," she headed back into the galley, presumably to supervise Arthur.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "we're the only crew in the company, and we're on every flight together… most of the time we're only scaring cargo. I saw Carolyn asleep for the first time and just couldn't resist taking the chance to give her a scare," he smiled slightly. "Unprofessional, I'll admit."

"It's okay," they assured him. "But maybe just stick to freaking out cargo in future?"

He nodded. "I'll tell Martin to make sure I do, he does so love to be my Supreme Commander."

"So," Fenton Hardy grinned as they walked out of the airport towards the car, "how was the flight?"

"I can't believe you set us up like that," Frank retorted.

"Did you even care that they might scare me?" Joe asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Actually, if anything I was hoping they might help you. They're all mad, but they're harmless. They didn't do anything too terrible, did they?"

The boys climbed into the car, thinking of the Valentine's cards tucked into their bags.

"It was fun."