I'm sorry if you had to wait so long for the sequel.
My grandpa died a few days ago and I have needed some rest.
But this chapter, I've finally made for him to the end.
Frans breathing skipped a moment when the plane touched down at full speed on the ground.
She was more comfortable than expected, perhaps because she was used to the bumpy landings by flying car.
Stan sighed facilitated.
"Finally, we are in Los Angeles. I want to get out of here finally. "
He packed his headphones and Flintys blueprints in his backpack and squeezed out of his seat in the aisle.
"Ouch, my butt hurts," he moaned against his sister.
"Do not cry but let me out!" Fran replied impassively.
Even Flint and Sam had left their seats and were together with their children pushed towards the exit of other passengers.
When the twins left the plane, there is a large black man stood in front of the cockpit .
"Was that Carl?" Stan asked his father.
Flint nodded.
"Yes Stan, he was."
Meanwhile, Fran was talking to Sam.
"Mom, do you think that Uncle Manny can also fly a large aircraft?"
She had to laugh.
"You know that your uncle practically for all occupations has a license! And he was really time co-pilot earlier before he became my cameraman. "
Fran nodded impressed.
She was proud to have an uncle like Manny.
He was funny, knew a lot, and had finally saved her life ever.
"And now what, Mum?" Asked Stan.
"What now, Flint?" Sam asked.
"Now we go to the next gate. In 40 minutes, our next plane flying to Honolulu. "
"What is a Honolulu?" Fran asked confused.
Stan slapped annoyed at his head.
"Honolulu is the capital of Hawaii! You never hear actually in geography? "
"I've just forgotten." Defended herself.
"And what about our luggage?" Sam asked while Flint.
"This will be reloaded. Do not worry about it. "
The family had to leave the lock as a growling noise sounded.
"Can we still muster something to eat, I'm hungry," groaned Fran and holding her stomach.
"Oh yeah! Is there a KFC here? "Said Stan, clapping his hands in delight.
"Presented at all the time? Not that we miss our flight to Hulonulala? "Fran hooked even after.
Flint stroked her soft hair.
"First called the city still Honolulu and yes, there's time yet."
He rummaged briefly in his wallet and pulled out a couple of bucks.
"Here, this is more than enough. And do not buy bullshit! "
"Oh, we still do not, Dad." Stan chuckled.
Fran already ran off.
"Then I will strike me now the belly full, then I am no longer hungry on the flight to Nuluhono."
"HONOLULU" roared Stan and ran after her.
Flint and Sam had ordered a coffee and waited in a room.
"This is almost worse than you and your attempts to pronounce the word FLDSMDFR." Laughed Flint suddenly going on.
"The word you can't say yet, Flint! Why did you have your machine even call FLINDSMNFER? "
"Because," Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super mutation dynamic food replicator "is a much too long word."
The first ten minutes the two spent more carefree.
As Fran and Stan still not appeared after a further quarter of an hour, Sam was getting impatient.
"Why does it take so long?" She asked.
"They're probably landed in the deep fryer." Gave Flint back and looked for Stan's phone number.
After a few seconds he put his phone away.
"Phone is made of." He said annoyed.
"And what now? Should I proceed and they looking for? "Sam asked worried.
She got no answer, because suddenly there came a increasingly loud hiss from the shopping mal.
A blue red lightning shot across the floor tiles, more precisely: Two small figures with Jetpack shoes.
Stan seemed to have the shoes barely under control while Fran had her arms wrapped around his waist and her sandals left behind a decent braking track.
Between the teeth she held two greasy paper bags.
The boy came shortly before his parents to stop staring at him aghast.
"Are you completely insane, Stan?" Both hissed completely disconcerted.
Stan met once violently to the ground and brought the rocket shoes to a halt.
"We have rushed us just a little. Is that right Fran? "Said the boy left, and his sister let him go.
"Are not the next time a little less conspicuous?" Said Flint exhausted and pulled his daughter's bags from the mouth.
"Yes, alright. This was an emergency. "Apologies to Stan.
Sam looked at her watch.
"We have to go!"
The family went to the last gate, which still separated them from their holiday destination.
The Lockwoods went down the stairs and found themselves on the airfield again, because their last machine was a handsome propeller aircraft.
The engines ran at full speed so Fran despite her glasses her eyes were watering.
"On, moving finally." Shooing Stan his sister.
He bounded up the stairs and climbed into the plane.
There was still much smaller than the Boeing of its first flight.
Stan was reading his ticket.
"At last! I have the window seat, "he rejoiced and leaped to the window.
Fran slumped in her seat next to him together, rummaged in her bag and tucked a KFC chicken leg between her teeth.
The rest of the content they threw to her mother.
"Here, Mum. Istill have ordered chicken wings, so it has taken so long. For Dad is still in there something. "
"You're wonderful, Frannie!"
Relaxed gnawed the children on their chicken bones, while the aircraft is shot with a loud roar down the runway and in a safe way to Hawaii left the airport in Los Angeles.
Excited Fran and Stan looked out the window.
Now that it was light, there was so much to see.
Cities, lakes, forests and fields ...
"And as long as we fly this time, Mum?" Stan whined again.
Sam spat out a chicken leg.
"A little more than five hours. Do not tell me please that you're bored again. "
Stan shook his head.
"Nope, I'm going to give a peep from me!"
He rummaged in his backpack and pulled out two game consoles.
Frans eyes were as big as an owl.
"Where did you get that?" She asked incredulously.
Stan grinned.
"Parting gift from Louise. One for each of us. "
Undecided, she fingered the cable to the screen.
"And how does that part?"
Stan pulled the cable out of the hand and squeezed it to her forehead.
"The console works with telepathy. You have to just think clearly your goal ahead. "
He put a memory card into a drive.
"We have at least one first wrestling game to try out. So go ahead! Think of just how you would attack me and finish off. "
Incredulous, she stared at her screen, where an adolescent knight (Stan) faced of a humpbacked old nun (Fran).
It was not long before her character was by a skilful uppercut of the knight on the ground.
"Come on, Fran! Just think about it! "Hired her twin brother to her.
The nun was back on her feet and rocked back and forth (Fran still had no idea why she played a nun?)
Think about it, she thought. Think.
Fran turned out to be first with eyes closed like a Watermelophant sat on this miserable Knight and crushed him among itselves.
"Hey, what's Fran?" Stan asked, incredulous and offended at the same time.
She opened her eyes and looked at the game.
Her nun stood unharmed in the ring, while Stan's character was buried under the huge Foodimal.
"Why did you have a Watermelophanten sat on top of me?"
Fran chuckled with delight.
"You told me to think!"
Game to game playing siblings and beat each other to always scurrilous ways.
Until someone from behind tapped Fran on the head.
Startled, she tore the headset from her head in time to see how Stan toasted her nun in a toaster.
"What is it Mum?"
Sam pointed out the window.
"We're here?"
Were really over already five hours?
Fran fell over Stan's lap and taught both eyes from the window pane.
Her breath caught.
Hawaii was an idyll in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
The high craters and mountains were lined with dense forests, high waves rushed to the sandy beach.
Also, Stan could not turn away his eyes from the sight.
The children strapped themselves, craning their necks to the moment of landing experience.
A quick jerk and a squeal of tires and they were on the ground.
On the ground of Honolulu, Hawaii.
It took barely half a day as Fran and Stan were already standing barefoot in the white sand and enjoyed it to finally be on vacation.
A few women danced came forward and laid their flowers chains around the necks.
Enthusiastic plucked Stan at his flowers.
"So part of me wanted to have from time to time," he squealed happily.
Then he held surprised .
"But still I'm not really one of these people! Wait here shortly Fran! "
He swished away through the dancing groups of locals.
Fran sat down in the soft sand, made him trickle through her fingers, staring out at the raging sea.
A few surfers hissed through the thundering waves, and she felt a twinge of jealousy.
She had firmly resolved to stand once in those ten days on a surfboard.
Her parents had been around for almost an hour busy to check in and to relate the room.
Up to the first dinner in Hawaii Fran wanted to savor every cubic millimeter of this island.
Tomorrow Fran would go with brother and parents to Honolulu, the capital of Hawaii, whose name she still could not pronounce properly .
At the airport they had no time to look around, so she wanted to do it tomorrow.
On the second day, she just wanted to explore the area, swim in the sea and do whatever she wanted to make sure.
Next she and Stan had not been scheduled yet.
She heard a whistle and a laugh of others and Fran turned around.
Strongly had to control not to laugh out loud.
Here stood Stan, dressed with coconut shells, palm leaf skirt and floral decoration, trying to imitate the hula dancers.
"What the hell are you doing, Stan?" Cried Fran and hopped over to him.
Stan's steel-blue eyes sparkled to her.
"We are on vacation. And that has to be celebrated, Fran! Even without Celebrationator! "
He threw his arms in the air and yelled as loud as he could.
"ALOHA ON HAWAII!"
Yay, finally: Aloha Hawaii! Look forward Chapter 12.
