"I am taking flying lessons," Carlos said, "I use this log book to write down my flights. I have logged a total of forty hours." Ms. Frizzle's earrings (which were mini planes) lit up.

"All right class, look at the gate over there. That plane looks bound for Mexico City!" Ms. Frizzle said.

"Well that explains the sombreros," Ralphie said, "Now I am sure there is a food place over here! I am hungry!"

"Well anyway," Carlos began, "I can fly almost any small plane!"

"Let's go to gate 17," Ms. Frizzle said, "we are bound for surprises!"

When the kids arrived at gate 17 they noticed something weird. Their Bus was the plane at the gate! Ms. Frizzle said her class to board the AirBUS. The class was the only people to board.

"Carlos," Ms. Frizzle began, "I am handing the controls to you captain! Wanda, you can serve everyone food and drinks after we take-off!"

"You really mean it?" Carlos and Wanda said in unison. "Yes," Ms. Frizzle said, "It is time to take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!"

"Let's hope there are no major mistakes!" Arnold wailed.

Carlos taxied the AirBUS out to the active runway, runway 27 left. When they got there, Carlos request take off permission. "Magic 67 Lima, clear to take off runway 27 left, VFR, departure to the east approved!" "Wahoo!" The class screamed.

Everything went fine, until about climbing through 7,000 feet. One engine decided to shut down. "Shit!" Carlos screamed! "What the hell happened," Ralphie said in a scared tone. "Crap, the engine is out!" Carlos wailed.

"Magic 67 Lima is declaring an emergency, must land immediately anywhere!" Carlos said over the radio. "Roger that Magic 67 Lima, can you land on a narrow strip of land?"

"That is affirm!" Carlos yelled.

"Try landing at the Flying H club to your three-o'clock!"

"Affirmative!'

"Tune to 125.7, Magic 67 Lima!"

"Going to 125.7 Magic 67 Lima!"

"Ms. Frizzle, please prepare the cabin for an emergency landing," Carlos stuttered, "We-e ar-e com-mm-ing do-down f-fast!"

"Seatbelts, EVERYONE!" Ms Frizzle appeared to be calm, there was no bit of fear in her voice.

The sounds from the cockpit were scary! "Whoop, Whoop, Sink Rate! Whoop, Whoop, Terrain!" Ms. Frizzle didn't break one sweat!

"50 feet," The altimeter screamed, "40,30,15,10,0 feet!"

The Next Installment Comes: Sunday May 15,2005

Sorry for the delay! I had STAR testing this week. I only have half of the installment done so I will be working on it more. I made upload before, however, if I get it completed!

A/N: Don't worry Ms. Frizzle's class is just fine! I would never kill anyone off (unless I was feeling important, which I am not today!)