Chug, Dottie, Aggie, Skipper, and Sparky were ready to go to Mexico as their plane is ready for them to get in.

When Dottie was already in the plane, waiting for Chug, she noticed the fuel-truck brought two carts of his luggages. "Chug, what's all that?" She asked.

"Well, I've never been out of the country. You know, I brought the Commodium." Chug said excitingly, "Whatever you do, don't drink the petrol."

"We're only going for two days."

"Got to be prepared, right? Got beachwear, dinner wear, underwear..."

Aggie heard what Chug said from outside a hangar as she rolled her eyes, and chuckled, "Vehicles don't wear underwear. They should know that." When she put her helmet and roller skates on, she also wore her Mexican hat on her helmet. She has her backpack, containing her clothes, laptop, and an umbrella since there was a storm coming.

Then, Dusty's voice was heard through the radio, "Skipper? Come in, Skipper."

Aggie rolled inside as Skipper answered Dusty's call.

"Dusty! We're heading off to Mexico right now. Glad you got there safe. Weather report says a major storm is brewing out there." He said.

"And you should have an umbrella on your wing to cover your head so you won't get sick and cold." Aggie suggested, trying to cut into the conversation.

"I'm not in Mexico. I'm with the Jolly Wrenches." Dusty reported.

"You're on the Flysenhower?" Skipper was shocked. Dusty was on the place where Skipper used to work in.

"Hey, I saw the Wall of Fame." The crop duster continued, "They only list one mission for you."

Skipper thought of something to avoid that topic, "Dusty, if you're not past that storm yet, you need..."

"That can't be right. It must be a mistake."

"Look, you have to get out of there. You're going to have to fly high."

"Is it true?"

"Listen to me, get above the storm!"

"Skipper, is it true?!"

"It's true!"

Dusty gasped in horror. Even Skipper couldn't believe that he accidentally told him the truth, since Dusty still asked the same question.

Skipper sighed in shame, "It's true. I only flew one mission."

"But all those stories?"

Suddenly, the conversation interrupted as the radio lost its connection.

"Dusty, are you still there?" Skipper called, but there was no answer.

"Hey, what happened? What's going on?" Aggie asked.

"I'll tell you on the way. You should get in the plane." The Corsair demanded.

"Okay, but how about…"

"NOW!"

Aggie saluted in fear, and quickly skated out of the hangar, up on the ramp, and got inside the plane. When she made it, she hid behind Chug's luggage, shaking in fear.


When they finally arrived in Mexico, Dusty hasn't arrived yet, but he was rescued when he was crashed into the ocean. He was hanged on the net, and slowly and carefully landed him on the ground where his friends looked at him in horror for what happened to him. He was taken to the hangar, and Dottie x-rayed him.

When the results are revealed, Dusty's body has lots of damage.

"Broken wing ribs, twisted gear, bent prop…," Dottie put the results on the light, "and your main spar is cracked bad. It's over."

Dusty didn't mind about his parts, but he's still desperate that he couldn't fly like this anymore. The only thing in his mind that Skipper had lied to him he flew dozens of mission, but he actually flew just one. He turned and glared at is mentor, "One mission? So much for Volo Pro Veritas."

Skipper just bowed in guilt as he turned to the others, "Can we get a minute alone, please?" As followed, Chug, El Chupacabra, and Aggie rolled out of the hangar to leave Dusty and Skipper alone to talk, "You, too, Sparky." He said to Sparky as he left, and Dottie followed him.

Before Skipper could explain to Dusty, he sorrowfully remembered the last time he worked at the Flysenhower, "My first patrol as a Jolly Wrench was at Glendal Canal. My squadron was all rookies. All razor sharp. I should know. I trained every single one of them. It was supposed to be a routine patrol."

As Skipper and his squadron flew above the clouds on a patrol, one of them spotted an enemy ship. When they were about to approach the ship, they were surprised by a whole enemy fleet, attacking them. Skipper and his squadron were all shot, but Skipper survived, and was rescued.

"My whole squadron. Under my command." He continued, "After that, I just couldn't bring myself to fly again. Let me ask you something, Dusty. If you knew the truth about my past, would you have asked me to train you?

Dusty just stood there in silent, and replied, "No."