A/N: I have not been recording every lesson, because I feel like this story is losing its flavor, much to my regret. Depending on how the next two months go, I may not write a chapter every time, even if its something new. We'll see. However, some Murdockian craziness blessed us yesterday, and so here is a chapter for A-Team shenanigans. Reviews are loved dearly!
It all started with the two words you never want to hear a pilot say.
"Uh-oh."
Face had scarcely looked up from his newspaper before the plane veered sharply to the left, careening off the runway.
"Hang on!" Murdock shouted.
Murdock pushed on the throttle and the engine sputtered. They continued thundering down the grassy hill towards one of the local farms.
"Murdock-"
"Trying, Face!"
"Murdock, chickens!"
The plane hopped a few feet off the ground just in time to avoid complete disaster, though it took the roof of the chicken coop off with it. The plane sank back towards the ground and bumped again.
"House!"
Murdock veered right, and they promptly roared past a barn, hopped over a fence, gave a couple of cows a heart attack, blew through a clothesline and then somehow found themselves back rumbling towards the runway. They skipped over the ground, barely hovering, and then noticed another airplane down taxiing towards them.
"Plane!"
They shot diagonally over the runway and careened wildly across the taxi ramp. The plane leaned precariously to the right and almost side-swiped a hangar before Murdock lurched it to the left. They howled back to the runway, knocked over the Alpha-3 sign and finally, finally lumbered back into the air.
Face had a hand over his beating heart. "What was all that about?"
Murdock shrugged. "I guess she didn't want to land yet."
The conman looked at him incredulously. "You're crazy, you know that?"
"Apparently, so is Shamrock, so no wonder we get along so well." He patted the instrument panel.
Face shook his head, but couldn't deny the craziness within the airplane when they finally landed, got out, and looked at the chicken feathers, smoking wheels, and the pair of bright red boxers clinging to the rudder. Nuts.
