(Hello, everybody! It is I, the...uh...insert adjective here Ztarlight, back with her Escaflowne series. I also must declare that I do not own
Escaflowne, Disney World, or anything else I may mention in this fanfic that I OBVIOUSLY don't own! [Unless I say so. ^-^] You might have noticed
that I put this story under the 'romance' category. I've gotten several requests for a D/H fic, and then inspiration hit me, so I'm gonna give it a shot.
sigh Ya' know, this whole story series started when Van, Merle, Hitomi, Allen, Millerna, Folken, and Dilly went to the mall for a quiet afternoon.
[Needless to say, with all of THEM there, it wasn't very quiet!] Now, they're all going to Disney World! sniff They grow up so fast, don't they? Aw,
okay. Enough of all this sappy reminincing [sp] stuff. Time to go to Disney!!!!! [raises fist in the air] )


Escaflowne at Disney World
Chapter One - Earning Those Frequent Flier Miles

Folken hummed thoughtfully to himself as he strolled through the corridor of the airport, suitcase dragging behind him. "Hmhmhm---"

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

"Hmm?" Folken had discovered the metal detector. A police officer walked over to him. "Um, sir? Do you possibly have anything metal on you?"

"Why, yes I do." Folken proudly held out him arm.

The policeman gasped. "Sir, your...claw. It can possibly be a threat to society."

Folken laughed. "No, it's not. See?" Folken morphed his hand into a beater. " I just use it for baking." He began to twirl it. "There's nothing to be
afraiiid ooooffff - !!!"

While twirling his beater, Folken got his cape caught in his hand and was now being violently tossed aroung on the floor by his beater. The
policeman sighed. "Nevermind, sir. I have decided that you are no longer a threat to society. Just a threat to yourself." He walked away.

Folken pulled the cape out of his beater and twirled it again. "Good. No loose threads," he noticed. Dilly, however, saw that there were some globs
of batter left over from the baking contest still atached to the beater. Grinning maniacally, he leapt on Folken, who was still twirling his arm around.
"LICKIN' THE BEATER!!!!!!!!!!!"

"DILANDAU, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

thock, squish "Oooo, dalisis!" Dilly babbled, tounge caught in the beater. "Yum-may!"

Millerna, getting impatient with the two, finally grabbed Dilly (who was still attached to Folken) by his collar and dragged them to their boarding
gate. "C'mon, you lazy bums! We're riding first class, for cryin' out loud!"

You can imagine the stares THEY got.

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Van glanced at his ticket as he got on the plane. "Well, these are our seats," he said, waving a hand over a certain area. He sat down in the
window seat that was closest. Allen sat down in the seat behind him.

As soon as the girls entered, Allen stood up and threw Millerna in the seat next to Van and buckled her in. "Hey," Van protested, "why do I have to
be stuck with her?"

Allen smiled as he urged Hitomi to sit next to him. " No reason why I should do all the suffering."

Merle sent all four of them strange as she sat next to Folken. "Hey," she said to him, "how come you're not with Dilly?"

Folken sighed. "He wants both seats to himself, I guess."

A thought struck Merle just then. "Guys, something just dawned on me. This is supposed to be a trip for eight, right?" Everyone nodded. "There are
only seven of us. Where the hell did that other ticket disappear to?!"

" I made good use of it."

Everyone turned around to see Dilly sitting comfortably in his seat behind Folken, feet propped up on the folding-down, shelf thingy. Folken dared
to ask, "And do you mind telling us just exactly WHAT you did with the extra ticket?"

"Actually, yes, I DO mind, but I'll tell you anyway." Dilly sat up straight. " I gave it to a friend."

Folken slapped his hand to his face and sweatdropped. "Oh, no, Dilandau, you didn't..."

"You betcha Folkie, I did!!!" Dilly once again did his amazing flamethrower-out-of-mid-air trick and buckled it in securely. "There, there, my friend,"
Dilly cooed. " It's only an airplane..."

Folken rolled his eyes and turned around as the pilot's announcement came on. "Good morning, people!" Folken heard someone growl and saw
a blur go by him a half a second later

"AND FLAMETHROWERS!!!"

"Oh, uh, yes. Of course, if you would please leave..." Dilly went back to his seat. The captain cleared his throat. "Good morning, ladies and
gentlemen...AND flamethrowers, along with their pyro friends. We ask that you put your tray-tables up, place your seats up in the full up-right
position, and no smoking blah blah blah blah......"

The plane readied itself for takeoff. Going, going, faster and faster, until they started going up, up and...

"AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!1"

"Dilly, will you SHUT UP, already?!" everyone screamed. Other than that, takeoff went well. The whole trip went rather smooth, until...

"Snack time!" announced the stewardess. As she walked down the aisle, Folken turned around and hissed at Dilly. "Alright, Dilandau," he
whispered, "get this straight. On this plane, if you activate your flamethrower, you could cause a chain of events that will send us into a tailspin,
turn the craft into a fireball, and crash on a hillside!!!"

Dilly sat there wide-eyed for a moment, then grinned. "Cool."

Folken fell over (anime-type fall. Expect alot of this.) "NOOOO!!! NOT COOL!!!" Folken sat down when he realized that everyone was staring at
him. "Look, Dilly, just...just promise me there will be no fire."

Dilly's eyes grew big. "No...." he looked at his flamethrower, " fire...?" He looked at Folken again. " I'm sorry Folken," he said firmly," but I can't
promise you that."

Folken sighed in defeat. " I can't win, can I?" Dilly grinned and shook his head. "Nope."

The stewardess came by them. "For appetizers, we have buffalo wings and mozzerella sticks."

Hitomi was impressed. "We get an appetizer for a snack?"

Millerna laughed. "Of course. On this airline, first class means the best of the best." She smiled sweetly at Allen, who turned a little green.

" I'm not so hungry anymore." Allen declared and rushed off towards the men's room.

Dilly turned to his wings. (Flambe), he thought.

"Next, we have a salad and soup." As Dilly was served, he reached over and tapped the valve to his flamethrower. A tiny spark came out and lit
the oil in his salad. "Flambe," he whispered.

"For the main course, roasted chicken breast with a side of mashed potatoes, gravy, mixed vegetables, and a biscuit!" Dilly was a little less
discreet about the fire this time. "Flambe," he declared in his normal voice.

Folken thought he heard Dilly say something, but because Merle had been blabbing about her catnip ball collection for the past hour, he wasn't
sure. (I'm TOO worried about him. C'mon, Folkie, this is a vacation. Time to relax.), he decided as he pretended to be interested in Merle's many
catnip shapes, colors, and sizes.

Dilly watched with sheer glee as his roasted chicken became tremendously overcooked. "Perfect!" he said as he bit (or should I say 'crunched'?)
into his meal. Swirls of fire and madness took over his head as he realized that he had fire on his brain. (Oh, well!)

The stewardess came out again as the plane began to land. "And for dessert, pecan pie!"

Dilly stood up with his flamethrower in his hands. "Wrong," he protested. "Pecan pie FLAMBE!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!"
He reached to open the valve.

Folken stood up and reached out to Dilly. "DILANDAU, NOOOOOOOOOO---"

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

The plane became engulfed in flames and crashed on the runway. Everyone scattered, except for Hitomi, who was trying to pull Dilly from the
burning wreakage. "Dilly, let's...go! WE...have to ...LEAVE!!!"

But Dilly put up alot of resistance. "NOOOOOO! NOT THE FIRE!! DON'T MAKE ME LEAVE IT---"

Dilly was cut off by someone spraying him with a firehose to shut him up. "HEEEEELP!! I'm MELTi n g..."

Dilly returned to his mush state. His eyes looked up at Hitomi. "Fire buddy, a little help here?"

But Hitomi didn't know where the flamethrower was, so she told Mush Dilly to gloop inside of her soda can. Using everything she had, she pulled
her arm back and flung the can into the plane fire.

The fireman tried to catch the can, but missed. He shook Hitomi by her shoulders. "What the hell did you do that for?!?!?!?!"

Hitomi smiled and folded her arms. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." True to her word, Dilly came back a few moments later in his true form.
The two smiled and skipped happily towards where everyone else was standing.

Van sighed as Dilly and Hitomi joined the party. " I'm glad that we're all here in one piece, but I think that could have gone alot smoother."

"But look at it this way, Van," Hitomi said and pointed to the airport, which was about 100 feet away, "at least we arrived on time!"

Van smiled. " C'mon guys. Let's go get our bags."