Dale's tail quivered as he gripped his hang
glider tightly, ran a few quick steps, and jumped off the runway branch.
It was a beautiful sunny day, not too windy, and perfect for hang gliding.
He soared above the park, and then he was above the city. It seemed perfect
to just glide in the wind, between the ground and the sky, with no worries,
no flight plan, no actual destiny, just a time to relax and enjoy the view.
He was so relaxed that he seemed to hear
music forming in his head.
He then moved off the city, and headed
toward the sea. As he did, it seemed as if a man was singing.
"*Now I've……had the time of my life……no,
I never felt like this before.*" He approached Liberty Island, and soon,
he was above the Statue Of Liberty.
"*Yes, I swear……it's so true…and I owe
it all to you.*" Suddenly something interrupted his relaxation. A shadow
covered him. He lowered his ears, stiffened his tail, and looked up. A
female sang now,
"*'Cause I've……had the time of my _life_…*"
It was Foxglove! She was flying above him—
"*…And I owe it all to you——oo——*" And—oh,
boy, she had that LOOK on her face, not to mention her ears were up and
her tail was swishing…
The music sped up a bit. Dale accelerated,
but Foxglove stayed right behind him. He didn't know why, but he actually
felt scared. He knew what she wanted, but the way she was being so forward
about it made him feel *very* uneasy. What's more, he swore he could almost
feel her sonar all over his backside. He was then suddenly over Niagara
Falls.
The Male: "*I've been waiting for so long,
now I've finally found someone to stand by me.*" He looked back for a moment,
and she was still following.
The Female: "*We saw the writing on the
wall, as we felt this magical fantasy!*" What's more, she climbed a bit,
and then dove right at him, pulling her wings in and spinning like a missile.
Both: "*Now with passion in our eyes, there's
no way we could disguise it—*" She suddenly levelled off, and flew right
beside him, GAZING into his eyes.
The Male: "*Secretly—*" *Oh, dear.*
Both: "*So we take each other's hand, 'cause
we seem to understand—the urgencyyyy!*" *Definitely* scared, as his ears
and tail showed, Dale zoomed off, heading for Chicago.
The Male: "*Just remember!!*" Once there,
he looked back, and seemed to have lost her. So, he relaxed his ears and
tail, and resumed his sightseeing. He spun up Sears Tower.
The Female: "*You're the one thing—*" And
she was waiting for him at the top!
The Male: "*I can't get enough of!*" He
zoomed off again, but he didn't seemed to be so scared of her now.
The Female: "*So I'll tell you something:*"
She now flew under him, upside down, her sonar resonating wildly within
his chest.
Both: "*This could be love!! Because—*"
Dale zoomed off again, headed south. But he wasn't scared anymore. In fact,
his tail was quivering, and his ears were straight.
"*I've—had…the time of my life!! No, I
never felt this way before!*" He tried to lose her in a cloud, but clouds
were no match for sonar.
"*Yes, I swear…it's so true! And I owe
it all to youuuu—!!!*" They arrived at St. Louis, spun all around The Arch,
and now zoomed westward.
As fast as he was flying (unknowing how
his glider was generating its own thrust), he could just not fly any faster
than her. In fact, she caught up with him again. She flew under him, upside
down again, *really* close, and softly caressed his cheeks with her wingtips.
Dale nearly swooned and his tail blurred while his ears fell back, but
a bright sparkle jolted him conscious again. On Foxglove's left wing, in
her thumb claw, she was wearing a gold ring. Suddenly glancing at his own
left paw, he noticed *his* ring as well.
He forgot that they were both married!
SO WHY THE HECK WAS HE *FLEEING* FROM HER
NOW??????!!!!!!
The Male: "*Hey, baby!*" It was all perfectly
legal now! Foxglove seemed to sense his reckoning, from the way he began
looking at *her*, ears up now, and wagging his tail.
The Female: "*With my body and soul I want
you more than you'll ever know.*" And now, *he* was chasing *her*, headed
for San Francisco.
The Male: "*So we'll—just let it go, don't
be afraid—to loose _control_, no…*" They arrived, and flew under the Golden
Gate bridge, accelerating even more as they moved over the Pacific Ocean.
The Female: "*Yes, I know what's on your
mind when you say, 'Stay with me tonight'!!*" It almost seemed as if they
had reached supersonic speeds as they headed for Hawaii.
The Male: "*Stay with me!*" And as he flew
behind her, he finally realised why *she* liked to fly behind *him*.
The Male: "*And remember!!*" But they didn't
stop at Hawaii.
"*You're the one thing—*" Flying faster
than any bat or chipmunk had flown before, they moved on toward Japan.
The Female: "*I can't get enough of!*"
She began teasing him, allowing him to just barely reach her, and then
accelerating again. Finally, they arrived at Tokyo.
The Male: "*So I'll tell you something:*"
There, they saw/heard Godzilla, who was, as usual, eating the city, AGAIN.
They slowed down, flew in front of her, and waved.
Both: "*This could be love!!*" And she
stopped eating a building for a moment, smiled, waved back, and resumed
her rampage as those two flew off. Suddenly Godzilla did a double take
at them, and blushed, for some reason…
"*Because—!!—I've—*" Suddenly Foxglove
reached light-speed, and warped up into outer space.
The Female: "*—had the—*" Dale was unfazed.
From out of nowhere, ion engines extended from the glider's wings, ignited,
and he warped off after her.
Both: "*—had…the time of my life!! No,
I never felt this way before—!*" He was soon right behind her, and they
zoomed past Mars, dodging a thousand asteroids a moment later, like Han
Solo did in the *Millennium Falcon*.
"*Yes, I swear—*" Only this time, being
the pursuer, he didn't bump into anything.
The Male: "*Yes, I swear!*" They left the
Asteroid Belt, and headed for Jupiter.
Both: "*It's so true! And I owe it all
to you!*" The zoomed all around the Jovian moons, and even through the
ring around the planet.
"*'Cause I've—had…the time of my life!
And I've searched through every open door—*" And they almost bumped into
the spacecraft *Galileo*. They stopped for a moment.
The Female: "*Every step _we take_!*" They
looked/echosounded at each other for a moment, smiled…
Both: "*Till I've found…the truth!! And
I owe it all to you!*" …moved in front of the probe's camera, and made
the wildest faces at it, possibly giving an astronomer a heart attack back
on Earth.
They left the spacecraft alone, and resumed
their pursuit. And it seemed that someone was playing a saxophone at this
point. Foxglove glanced back a moment, and gave him yet another sinister
GAZE.
Ho boy.
They headed toward the volcanic moon, Io,
and Dale was now right behind her. Suddenly Foxglove dipped, pulled her
wings in, and dove straight into a volcano, splashing black sulphur all
over the area. Dale, still unfazed, dove in right after her, causing a
bigger splash.
From the outside, Io appeared to have just
swallowed two mammals. But then, its volcanic activity began increasing.
All its volcanoes began shooting more and more black sulphur, and then
even more and more sulphur, and then the sulphur began erupting in black
*heart shapes*, and then *red* heart shapes, which now shot off into space
at great speed, and the eruptions increased even more, and that sight would
confound astronomers for *centuries*, and just when it seemed that Io was
going to shatter—
Dale and Foxglove shot off from another
volcano on the opposite side—
The music slowed down again, to a romantic
pace.
The Male: "*Now, I've…*"
The Female: "*I've…*"
The Male: "*…had…the time of my life…*"
They were now side by side, in the glider, Dale on the left, Foxglove on
the right.
The Female: "*Ooo…*" They were holding
each other with one wing/paw, and the other wing/paw was on the glider's
control bar, and they were looking at each other with more tenderness than
ever before.
The Male: "*…no, I never felt this way
before—*" It was a glider built for *two*, all of the sudden…
The Female: "*Never felt this way!*" They
were both sweating, and seemed to be *very* exhausted, for some reason,
as their tails barely twitched, and their ears were laid back, but they
still looked *very* happy.
The Male: "*Yes, I swear……it's so true……and
I owe it all to you!!*" They now headed back.
The music sped up again.
Both: "*I've—*"
The Female: "*—IIIIIII'VE————!!!!!*"
Both: "*—had…the time of my life!! No,
I never felt this way before—!*" They zigzagged through the asteroid belt
a-la Han Solo, again, and they enjoyed that very much.
The Female: "*Never felt this way!*"
Both: "*Yes, I swear—it's so true!!*" They
left the Asteroid Belt, and moved back to Mars again.
The Male: "*It's so true, YEAH!*" There,
they stopped to admire the red planet, looked/echosounded at each other,
and kissed deeply.
Both: "*And I owe it all to you!*" They
now flew back to Earth. On the way, they saw Ditz's spaceship. So, they
moved in front of it, and waved hi again.
The Female: "*Oo———!!*" Ditz and his companions,
of course, waved back, but just as soon as the couple flew off, they did
a double take at them, lost sight of where they were going, and smashed
the ship into Deimos, one of Mars' moons. They weren't hurt, just very,
*very*, ticked off at their own clumsiness. They just sat in the bridge,
pseudopodia in their chins, fuming at themselves.
Both: "*'Cause I've—!*"
The Male: "*I'VE—!!*"
Both: "*—had—*" Now Dale and Foxglove were
approaching the moon.
The Female: "*—HAD—!!*"
Both: "*The time of my life!*" The sight/sound
of the moon was so romantic and breathtaking that they paused for another
space kiss, their tails wagging again.
The Male: "*Had the time of my life!!*"
Both: "*And I've searched through every
open door.*" They were *very* happy. Thusly, they flew back to Earth, and
lost themselves in the great blue planet.
The Male: "*You do it to me, baby!*"
The Female: "*Oo-hoo———!!*"
"*¿Señor Okkmont?*"
The music faded out.
Both: "*Till I've found…*"
The Male: "*The truth!!*"
"*¿Señor Okkmont?*"
Both: "*The truth!!*"
The Male: "*Aahh---and I—!!*"
Both: "*And I owe it all to you…!*"
"*¿Señor Okkmont?*"
Both: "'Cause I've—!*"
"*¿Señor Okkmont?*"
Slowly, reality faded in. Dale and Foxglove,
ears laid back, were *still* looking and echosounding at each other and
wagging their tails the same way they were doing so in the glider, but
he was carrying her in his arms now. They weren't in outer space, or in
a hang glider, but indoors, in the hall of a small-mammal hotel, to be
exact. They were standing right next to the entrance of their suite—
"*¿Señor Okkmont?*" Finally,
they "awakened", perking up their ears and quieting their tails. Beside
them was a young male black-furred ring-tailed coatimundi, a bellhop, who
was wondering if something was wrong. They suddenly glanced at him, with
slight confusion. "*¿Se encuentra bien?*" Dale shook slightly for
a moment, and then he looked at his wife. It also took Foxglove a minute
to come back to Earth, and then she stuttered,
"Um, he wants to know if we—er—if you're
all right." Dale shook slightly again, and just nodded at the procyonid.
Someone had the music on too loud just now. Satisfied, the bellhop gestured
toward the suite, where he had placed their luggage a few moments ago.
"*Disfruten,*" he quipped, and he padded
off. Dale looked at Foxglove again, who simply blushed,
"He—he said—'enjoy'—tee hee!!" Dale chuckled
too, and finally, he carried his wife over the threshold, and shut the
door. The "Do not disturb/No molestar/Ne pas deranger" sign swung slightly
on the doorknob.
Inside, Dale put her down at last. Both
of them could *not* believe how long they had held off, even with all the
personal strength they had gained recently. The flight to Cancún
seemed to take forever, and yet it seemed like a blur. Attaching the Ranger
Wing upside-down to the 747 was a good idea, for it made Foxglove comfortable,
and it gave him even *more* practice time, as well as some pre-nuptial
rest, considering the *long* reception that they were in earlier. But all
through the trip they just looked/echosounded at each other, unable to
do anything else. Still, that did *not* explain what had happened to them
just now. How on *earth* could they both have had what seemed to be a joint-hallucination?
And what's more, how could the song say that they've just "*had* the time
of their lives" if they had barely gone inside?
No matter. They had more important things
to take care of at the moment, and unpacking was certainly *not* one of
them. Dale removed his shirt, for he wouldn't be needing it for a while
now. After all, even in the early evening, Mexican summers were extremely
HOT…
Foxglove echosounded at every single square
millimetre of his pumped up self, causing her tail to quiver. Nothing like
*that* ever showed up in her dreams. This was *way* beyond what she had
during her dark days. This was almost too good to be real—
Oh no.
Her ears stiffened.
Her tail froze.
Dale slowly padded to the bedroom, saying,
"It was very nice of Clarice and Canina
to recommend this place, don't you think?" He was admiring the luxurious
suite, but his train of thought was derailed as Foxglove suddenly grabbed
him and whirled him to face her. He was about to think that she was getting
impatient, with the way she was feeling his face with her wings, but his
swoon and tail swishing and ear layback was interrupted when he saw the
expression on her face.
Foxglove was in a near PANIC.
Standing back slightly, he looked at her
very uneasy-like,
"W-what?" Foxglove continued to feel his
face, almost as if she had lost something there, as if she was about to
lose the most important treasure she had ever found—
"Who are you?" she demanded in a terrified
whisper. Dale stood back firmly, quite confused, laying back his ears.
"Huh?"
"Wh—who—who—are—you?" she stuttered. Dale
couldn't for the life imagine why she would ask him something like that.
"Um, Foxy, I'm Dale Segoleh Oakmont, your
husband, see?" He waved his ringed digit for her to see and hear. Foxglove's
expression did not change. "Foxy, what's wrong?" he asked, with near-panicky
concern. Foxglove replied, on the brink of tears,
"Are—are you for *real*?" Dale just looked
at her for a moment. He thought to himself, looked back at her again, and
replied,
"Well, from the last time I checked, yes.
But I'll check again." He pinched his arm slightly, wincing. "Ouch. See,
I'm real, I think. What, did you think I was a cartoon or somethin'? Foxy,
what's wrong?" The bat lady now cried openly, drooping her ears and tail,
"Oh, please, *please* be real!!" Dale got
even *more* confused. "Even if you're a cartoon, *please* be a *real* cartoon!"
Dale came closer and held her wing.
"Darlin', you're scarin' me. What are you
talkin' about?" Ashamed, Foxglove lowered her head, but Dale gently raised
it back up and looked at her eyes. Suddenly, fright came on *his* face
now. "Um—uh, d-don't tell me you're—uh—*s-scared*," he shivered. The bat
lady shook her head.
"N-no, it's not that, but I *am* scared
that—that this will all just be a dream—" She sobbed, "Oh, Dale, it's just
that—I've had so many dreams about you—about *us* being together like this—and—and
I've *always* awakened right on the best part! Now that we're here, in
the perfect place with the perfect mate—Dale, this feels like Heaven—and—and—it's
just *too* good to be true! Dale—I'm—I'm afraid—that I'm going to wake
up again—and—and—you'll disappear———[sob]——and—*none* of this will have
been for real————!!!!!!" Foxglove threw her wings around him and sobbed
into his chest. Dale *knew* that sooner or later they would have marital
problems, but the marriage counsellor never mentioned *this*. So all he
could do was hold her and try to comfort her as best as he could. And all
he could come up with was,
"Um, Foxy, I don't know if this will make
you feel better—but—I told you that I've had *my* share of dreams as well—and—I've
*also* woken up on the best part." He then pushed her back slightly, and
looked into her eyes, swishing his tail a trifle, but still keeping his
ears down. "Foxy, I don't want you to go through that again. If none of
this is for real—then—then—you'd better wake up *now*, and not later on.
You deserve better than this." Foxglove just bit her lip slightly, hesitating.
"Foxy, please, if it *is* a dream, you won't lose anythin' this time. Please,
do it." Reluctantly, Foxglove released him. She held her wings in front
of her, and brought her right wing to her mouth. Since she couldn't pinch
very well, she was going to bite herself. Trembling, she opened her mouth,
placed her thumbclaw between her fangs, and bit down, gently at first.
Then, harder.
And harder.
And—
"OUCH!!!" She suddenly shut her eyes and
hushed her sonar. She didn't want to face the frustration of reality and
unfulfilment again.
"Who are you?"
Oh no.
"Who *are* you?" insisted the voice. But
then, she recognised the voice. It was Dale's voice. But, were they *still*
in the hotel? Or were they back in New York, with her sleeping next to
a chipmunk who had never met her before?
Slowly, she opened her eyes, and quietly
echosounded again.
She was still in the suite, with her husband
in front of her.
Her ears straightened.
Her tail twitched.
She smiled.
"I—I am Foxglove Yegoleh of Oakmont, your
wife," she stated, proud of the names Dale had given her, especially the
feminine counterpart of Dale's middle name. But she was still a trifle
unsure of the reality of this. Dale padded up, ears up and tail in a blur,
and felt her face a bit.
"Are you for real?" he asked tenderly.
She almost swooned, but managed to reply,
"I—I think so."
"Well, I certainly *hope* so." He moved
in closer and gave her a light but long kiss that seemed to go on forever.
When they came up for air æons later, he stated, "Well, you seem
real enough to me! And—Foxy—if this is *still* a dream—then—I'll do everythin'
possible to make sure you don't wake up."
"Won't that be kinda difficult considering—"
"Yes, I know. But I'll *still* try." The
pipistrell smiled.
"Dale, do you think that *either* of us
are dreaming this? That maybe we both are just figments of each other's
imagination?" The tamias thought for a moment, and replied,
"Doubt it. But if we are, and if we *didn't*
wake up just now, maybe we're inside someone else's dream." The verspetilionid
stood back,
"You mean we could simply be figments of
*someone else's* imagination?" The sciurid frowned a bit,
"Possibly. And if we are, then I *hope*
he or she is enjoyin' this!!"
"So, do you want to take that risk?" asked
the chiropterid. The rodent thought again, and said,
"Yeah, why not? If it *is* a dream, then
*at least* WE won't wake up soon. And if it *isn't*, well, then, that's
good news for us, don't you think?" Foxglove smiled sinisterly again,
"I *love* the way you reason, Cute Stuff."
And she placed a light kiss on his red nose. And so, both went into the
bedroom—
Both stopped, as did their tails, and their
ears stiffened again.
The bed was covered with foxglove petals.
That wasn't too bad in itself, but—
At the foot of the bed was a large BOX,
slightly taller than they were.
It was purple gift-wrapped, and it had
a purple bow on top of it.
Hanging from the bow was a large tag.
The tag had a message printed on it. It
was written in gold Old English-style letters:
"Congratulations, Dale and Foxglove".
"Uh, Foxy, did any of the guys know we
were goin' to be *in THIS room*?" asked Dale, rather nervously, eyeing
the box with extreme suspicion.
"I—I doubt it—but Canina and Clarice made
the reservations—maybe *they* did." Still quite suspicious, Foxglove echosounded
at the box. There was no ticking coming from it, and no humming, either.
So there was no mechanical or digital timer inside.
"A complementary gift from the hotel?"
asked Dale, not wanting to bring their enemies in just yet.
"M-maybe," she stuttered. "Dale, I *think*
it's safe. I don't hear anything moving in it. Can you smell anything?"
Dale padded closer to the box, and took some careful sniffs. He didn't
smell anything explosive or flammable, and this box *couldn't* be airtight
because it was made of thin cardboard and it was too small, relatively
speaking. He did, however, smell something else, something that lingered
about the box, something that appeared to trigger yet another suppressed
instinct within him.
It was an instinct that had somehow remained
neglected all this time. With them dealing with death and resurrections
for so long, and killing many things and bringing back many things from
beyond the grave, this particular instinct seemed to have been lost in
the shuffle.
All this time, he *knew* they had been
forgetting something, but it was so dim and hazy that he couldn't pinpoint
it. Even now, the scent he was getting wasn't entirely clear. It was *certainly*
pulling something from deep within him, but he couldn't figure out what
it was.
So, he just padded up, and pulled on the
bow.
The purple wrapping fell to the floor.
And Dale staggered back, ears laid down,
his mouth wider than ever, his tail swishing like never before, and his
eyes glazed like never before.
In front of him, inside a gold-coloured
carton-framed box, with transparent sides, was—
THE BIGGEST—
THE MOST COLOSSAL—
THE RICHEST—
THE YUMMIEST—
*GIANT* *WHITE CHOCOLATE* HERSHEY'S KISS
WITH *ALMONDS* THAT HE HAD EVER SEEN.
The music started up again.
"*When a man loves a woman!*" And once again,
neither knew where it was coming from. Maybe someone had the radio too
loud again.
"*Can't keep his mind on nothin' else.*"
Foxglove echosounded at Dale, and smiled. She certainly *knew* about his
chocolate reflex.
"*He'd trade the world—for the good thing
he's found.*" Never again would Dale, or anyone, see her as the criminal
she once was. She padded up to the box, and craftily opened it. All of
its sides fell flat on the floor, leaving the Hershey's Kiss out in the
open, finally.
"*If she is bad, he can't see it!! She
can do no wrong.*" She was forever a good one now. Dale was now frozen
in place just from what he was smelling.
"*Turn his back on his best friend—if he
puts her down.*" Well, maybe not turn his back on Chip, but just place
him aside, for now. Just then, Foxglove echosounded downward, to the bottom
of the box.
"*When a man loves a woman!*" At the base
of the Hershey's Kiss, there were none other than *chocolate covered LUNA
MOTHS!!!!!!!*
"*Spends his very last dime—*" She, too,
stood back for a moment, more than stunned, ears laid back, with her tail
in a blur again. This was *certainly* not what she expected from a wedding
present, either.
"*Trying to hold on—to what he needs.*"
She gathered her thoughts again, straightened her ears, and padded up to
the Kiss again.
"*He'd give up all his comforts—!!—sleep
out in the rain—*" They remembered the rainy night she came back, and the
night she left. Craftily, she placed her wings on the Kiss, and broke off
the tip, causing Dale to perk up his ears. Then she reached down, and picked
up one moth.
"*If she said that's the way—it ought to
be.*" And then she practically floated up to Dale.
"*Heyyy, ah—*"
"Oooo—————*"
"*When a man loves a woman—!—yeah.*" At
this point, Dale was wondering if everything that was going through his
mind was moral, or even *legal*.
"*I give you _everything_ I've got! Ho,
oh—*" But then, he looked at Foxglove's ring.
"*Trying to hold on—to your _precious_
love.*" Then, he looked at *his* ring.
"*Baby! Baby, _please_ don't treat me bad!!*"
This was perfectly moral.
This was perfectly legal.
All of their friends and relatives knew
where they were and what they were doing—well, they had a general idea,
at least.
And they all had sanctioned it and given
them their blessing.
This was the perfect time.
This was the perfect place.
It was time for *MORE*…
"Oooo—————*"
"*When a man loves a woman!!*" Looking
at her with glazed eyes, he saw her come up to him, and she placed the
moth on his right paw.
"*Deep down in his soooul,*" Then she moved
his right paw over her shoulder, and put her left wing, which had the Kiss
piece, around his shoulder.
"*She can bring him—such misery.*" And
what a horrible misery it was, but it was in the past now. Gently, she
put the Kiss in his mouth.
"*If she is playing him for a fool—!—he's
the last one to know.*" Not that she would ever play him like that, either.
Following her lead, he placed the moth in her mouth.
"*Loving eyes—can never see.*" Both would
only see/hear good in each other, now and forever. Both were suddenly overtaken
by a rush brought about by the wonderful flavour of their favourite foods,
causing them to become *very* light-headed and to nearly faint. And both
were practically drowning in pheromones now.
"*Yes, when a man LOVES a woman!!!*" And
then, they looked/echosounded at each other's eyes.
"*I know exactly how he feels.*" A slight
pause, as in each other's eyes, they saw/heard each other.
"*'Cause baby!!*" They saw/heard their souls
within each other.
"*Baaaaaaaaby——yyy————!!!*" They were now
part of each other, body, mind, and spirit.
They saw/heard passion.
They saw/heard love.
They saw/heard peace.
They saw/heard joy.
They saw/heard kindness.
They saw/heard tenderness.
They saw/heard laughter.
They saw/heard humour.
They saw/heard strength.
They saw/heard expectancy.
And due to the circumstances, they saw/heard
extreme eagerness as well.
"*When a man loves a woman!!!*" Having eaten
their mouthfuls, she turned slightly, held his paw to her face, and kissed
his thumb again. She then placed both wings around him, and he placed both
arms around her. Tails blurred, and ears were laid back.
"*Wo—*" And they kissed.
"*When a man loves a woman!!!*" It was
sweet.
"*Yea-yea!*" It was chocolaty.
"*When a man _loves_ a woman!!!*" It was
only the beginning.
"*When a MAN!*" [Camera truck out of the
suite through closed venetian blinds, truck higher and higher, first showing
the small mammal hotel wing, then the human hotel itself.]
"*When-a-MAN!*" [Truck out still higher,
now showing the hotel zone.]
"*When a man _loves_ a woman!!!*" [Truck
out still higher, now showing the Cancún bay area.]
Fly, fly, fly, fly away, with the one you promised to love forever, fly to unreachable heights with him, the Wind Beneath Your Wings, to unknown places, to uncharted worlds, to have new, wonderful, exciting, and scary adventures with him, to go through danger together, to love him from now through eternity, to be a part of him, to have him be a part of you, to feel both the pleasure and pain of love, to go where no bat or chipmunk have ever gone before, to bring forth new life, to stand by each other, fly, fly, fly away, with him, forever and ever…
"*Hoooooooo——————!!!*" [Truck out still higher, now showing the mainland, the bay area, Isla Mujeres, and the Caribbean Sea.]
Fly, fly, fly, fly away…
"*…oh, Dale…*"
It was *only* the beginning…
THE END / DAS ENDE / DIE EINDE / EL FIN / O FIN
/ LE FIN / IL FINE / SFIRSIT / KONIEC / KONEC / BEIGAS / LOPPU / TELOS
/ SOF