Hi again! Sorry for the long update; first I had to finish my previous fic (Yes, for anyone who cares, the "Mamas Lyoli" story is finally finished), and now I've discovered a new concept: If you write your stories before typing them, you can type them up faster! Seriously, if I was just typing this up and making it up as I go, it'd take even longer! Well, thanks for all reviews, and here 'tis! Enjoy!
Dragon in Paradise: Why Are Airports the Way They Are?
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(I own all characters not in the series and plus the storyline. None can be used with out the consent of the author. Thank you, and vote for me.)
"Did I ever tell you how much I HATE our car?", Jake asked as he and his family motored along to the airport. It was an old Ford Escort, and it had seen better days. And it also jerked up and down whenever it hit even the mildest of changes in terrain.
Jake's dad had already spilt two coffees.
"Yes, this would be the third time you've told us, Jake", his mom replied.
"Well, then I'm telling you again."
"Are we there yet?", asked Haley, annoyed.
"Yes, actually, we are!", exclaimed Jake's dad.
"No we aren't. Wrong airport", his mom said matter-of-factly.
"Oh... Damnit", his dad said, wiping the coffee from the windshield of the car.
"David! No cursing in front of the children!", his mom yelled.
"Sorry."
"Well, this is turning out to be wonderful", remarked Grandpa from the backseat.
"You think you got it bad?", called Fu Dog from the suitcase.
(End)
"Well, here we are. Sunday morning", Trixie sighed as she and Spud skated to the entrance of Grandpa's shop. It was their first day to look after Grandpa's shop. And they weren't all too thrilled.
"Hello, anyone home?", Spud called as he entered the home.
"Spud, are you crazy? There's no one here!"
"Oh, yeah."
The two sat their things on a couch behind the sales counter, and Trixie took out her paper Grandpa had given her, "Says... everything should be ready. Then why the hell do we have to come in an hour early?"
"Dunno", Spud replied, coming in with a cup of coffee.
Trixie eyed him strangely, "Since when do you drink coffee?"
"Since now!", Spud yelled, and washed his coffee down in one gulp.
"Ooh, that was a bad idea", Trixie laughed.
"Why? I don't... Oh my god!", his face had turned beet red. "Water!", he cried, as he ran back to the kitchen.
Trixie stared into the kitchen for a moment, before walking up to the front of the store and switching the open sign "on". "Oh wait! We don't have to open the store today! It's only Sunday! Oops!", she exclaimed as she turned the sign back off. "Seven more hours", she muttered to herself, "John Getchell... so that's who started the public school!"
(End)
(Author's Note: In reality, I have no clue who started the public school system, nor if anyone is really credited for it. So please don't google it and tell me that I'm wrong; I'm fully aware of it."
"Look, an I Can't Believe It's Yogurt stand!", said the delighted Haley as the Longs and Grandpa walked through the airport. Their flight would leave in fifteen minutes.
"Haley, not now. Maybe... there'll be some at the Atlanta Airport", her mom said, a little panicked at he fact that they were still twenty-three gates away from their's.
"Honey, don't worry!", exclaimed Jake's dad, "We're gonna... hey, look, a Panda Express!"
"Gosh, I can't believe you people", Jake sighed, as he watched the other frantic people speed past them through the terminal, "We're only fifteen... no make that fourteen gates away. You guys seriously think we're gonna be late?"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen. Flight A38 with service to Atlanta, Georgia is now making its final boarding call. Anyone on this flight must board now. Thank you."
"Well, that sucks", Jake said.
(End)
"Okay, we're on!", Jake's dad exclaimed as they took their seats on the plane.
"Hello, everyone, and welcome to flight A38 to Atlanta. This is your captain from the cockpit."
As the captain rambled on about weather and whatnot, Jake wondered aloud, "Why would they say "from the cockpit"? It's not like we're gonna get on a plane one day, and the pilot's gonna be like, "This is your captain. Guess where I am?"
This prompted a few chuckles from some of the people surrounding him, and Jake felt a light tapping on his shoulder. He turned around to see... the comedian Ed Regine. "Excuse me", Ed said, "But you just stole that from my act."
"Um... it's not like it's copyrighted", Jake laughed, "I can use it if I want to."
"Why you little...", Ed growled, and he smacked Jake on the head with his In-flight magazine. "Ow!", Jake exclaimed, rubbing his head.
"Forgive me, Lord", Ed said calmly, and slowly went back to sleep, as the plane took off.
(End)
It took him awhile, but finally the suitcase holding Fu Dog was able to open. "Aah!", he gasped for air, falling out of the suitcase and hitting the ground.
"I told them to let me get some air at the airport. But did they listen? NO!", he said, "Oh, damnit, I'm with the cargo of the plane." He looked around at the piles of suitcases, golf bags, etc. He then heard a rumbling from the engine. "Oh no. We're taking off!" He looked in horror at one of the piles of luggage as they began rolling toward him. "Back in the suitcase!", he screamed, and jumped inside and shutting it, just as the pile slammed into his pile.
"Ow."
(End)
"Atlanta, Georgia", David Long said, "So large, so busy, so... rainy." They looked out the window at the airport. It was raining. Hard.
"Wow, I have not seen it rain this much since the time we went to Niagra Falls", Grandpa said, staring at the puddles that were forming by the planes.
"Uh, Grandpa? That was a waterfall", Haley said, smiling a little.
"Do not question your Grandpa. I know what I saw."
"Well, I don't see an I Can't Believe It's Yogurt", Haley said, "But there's a Krystal! Wait, what's a Krystal? I think I wanna go there."
"Do you know what a White Castle is?", asked Jake.
"Of course I do! And I hate it!"
"... Then I don't think you'll like Krystal", Jake said.
(End, and for the record, I love Krystal, even though I'm from Ohio and they don't have any.)
"New Recruits! Report!", the Huntsmaster yelled that same day. All four of them quickly reported, even Derek.
"Okay. As you know, we will be attempting to infiltrate Lao She's shop. Today, I want you all to go into the shop and look around. Make yourselves familiar with it. Monday we will begin. That is all." And he walked away.
"Well, this will be boring", Regan sighed as the four of them walked out the door.
"Yeah, well, it'll only take a little bit", Mikhaila said.
"It'd better", Brittney said.
(End)
"Closed?", exclaimed Regan in disbelief when they got to the store. There were lights on inside, but the closed sign was showing, and the doors were locked.
"Well... did you check the hours?", asked Mikhaila.
"No, but... the Huntsmaster would know, wouldn't he? He wouldn't send us if he knew it'd be closed!"
"Wait, are we so sure that the store's gonna be open?", Brittney asked, "After all, the owner's not here right now, so why should it be open?"
"Hey! Hey!", Derek said, jumping up and down and pointing inside.
"Yes, Derek, we know. The door's locked", Regan rolled his eyes.
"Hey! Just because I have ADD and have trouble finishing my sentences doesn't mean...", he followed a car driving by.
Mikhaila looked where Derek had been pointing, "Oh, I see. There's some people in there!"
They all looked inside. Yes, there was someone in there. They couldn't really see them too well, but they could see their shadows, and hear their voices.
"Hello? Anyone?", Regan knocked on the door.
The noises stopped. "Uh... we're closed! Please come back on Tuesday!", called someone inside.
"We, uh, need to talk to the manager!", said Regan.
"He's not... ah, oh well. Be right back, Spud!", the voice said. An African-American girl about their age came to the door. (Whom we all know is Trixie) "Hello. Whaddya want?"
"Hi. I'm Regan Simon. We were inquiring about the hours of this store. We heard it was usually open by now."
"Didn't you read the sign on the door? We're only open Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday this week."
"Uh... there's no sig out here."
"There isn't?", Trixie asked, looking at the door, "Hey yo Spud! Didn't you print off the store hours paper?"
"I thought you did it!"
Trixie sighed, "Sorry 'bout that. Yeah, we're only open on those days. Normal store hours."
"Alright, thanks. Are you the manager?"
"Er... yeah, I am!"
Spud called from the back room, "What? You're not saying you're the manager, are you? 'Cause that's Grandpa!"
Trixie growled at Spud, before turning back to the three... wait, hadn't there been four before? Trixie looked around, unable to see the fourth one. "Uhh... yeah, he's right. I'm not the manager. But...", she lowered her voice to a whisper, "You could say I am right now. But, yeah, I'll get the store hours up soon. Sorry", and she shut the door and walked to the back of the shop.
"So... that didn't work out too well", Mikhaila said as they stared at the closed doors. "What should we do?"
It pretty much had been decided that Regan would be kind of the "leader" of the group, as he seemed to make all of the decisions. "I guess we'll go back and tell the Huntsmaster. She said it will be open Tuesday. If he can wait that long, that may be when we'll have to do it. Now", he said to her, "She kinda looked at us in general funny after a while. Like maybe someone was missing".
"Derek?", asked Mikhaila.
"Derek", stated Regan. They both turned around to see... Derek. Not exactly following the conversation. But he was there. That meant... "Brittney", said Regan, "Now where could she be?"
"Dunno", Mikhaila said, "But do you think it's odd that they're playing music in the streets this loud?" They listened. It was Jesse McCartney. "Oh God, she loves Jesse McCartney. Wherever the music's comin' from, that's where she'll be."
And so they ran off toward the music, dragging Derek along as he hummed "Beautiful Soul".
(End)
"Whoa... it's like, so warm here!", exclaimed Jake as soon as he got off his plane. He and his family had boarded their next plane- this one to Majestic Cay, only a few miles from Calloway Cay. The plane ride that been slightly turbulent, and the plane had been able to seat only twelve passengers. But it was okay. They had just gone from fifty degrees to ninety degrees in seven hours; one would be quite happy if that were to happen.
"Mommy... I don't feel so good...", Haley moaned, looking sick.
"See! This is a perfect example of how no one listens to me! I told her not to get the Krystal burgers, but no! She goes ahead and eats 'em!", Jake laughed.
After Jake's mom left, rushing Haley to the restroom, Jake went to the window, overlooking the island. It was small, but apparently not as small as some islands, as it had an airport that American Airlines flew out to. There were two islands surrounding this one. One was likely Calloway Cay. But he couldn't be sure which one. Looking toward the pier where their boat to Calloway was leaving, he could see the taxis and tourists and shops and all kinds of things. There was a Celebrity Cruise Lines ship docked, looked like the Century.
Seeing that mom and Haley were still not back, Jake sighed, sat down in a chair, and looked out the window some more. There was not a cloud in the sky... well, scratch that, there were about two. One of which looked like Bill Clinton's head. The other looked like Hitler's car. Down by the airport, taxis driven by crazed natives wove in and out of traffic to retrieve some customers who were in for the ride of their lives. (Ever been in one of those? It's scary) At the loading lane, Jake couldn't help but see a girl with long blond hair, just like Rose's, get into a taxi with her parents. But it wasn't Rose. They were going to Miami... right?
(End)
"Mom? Dad?", asked Rose as soon as their taxi left the airport, "Just wanted to thank you... again... for taking me on this vacation. This'll be great. Believe me", she said with a smile, "I know." She was glad, of course, because she knew that Jake would be there. Did he know? It would be better if he didn't, so she could surprise him.
"Oh, of course you're welcome, honey", her mom replied, "When we only get to see each other once a month, so it's always great to see you!"
"Yeah", Rose said, staring out the window at the scenery of the Bahamas. It WAS beautiful. She had to admit. And this island didn't seem to have some of the poverty that the islands she'd heard of before. But what made it the same was all of the Bob Marley statues all over the place.
"Okay, guys", their driver said, "Look on ya right, an' there's Ewan McGregor's vacation home." They looked up to see a beautiful home... complete with Star Wars fanatics on the front lawn, holding up signs about Obi Wan Kenobi.
(Author's Note: In case you didn't know, Ewan McGregor plays Obi Wan Kenobi in the new Star Wars movie.)
Their taxi/van continued down the street, and was going fine. That is, until another van carrying an older couple pulled out in front of them. The two vans cam close to colliding... but didn't. "Is that guy crazy?", yelled Rose's dad, "You should tell him to be more careful!"
"Don' worry", their driver said, ":Everything's criss!"
(End, and author's note: "Criss" means good in that weird Caribbean dialect they've got down there)
"Okay, so tell me again why we rented a car?", Jake asked from the backseat of their Astro Van they'd just received from Thrifty Car Rental.
Grandpa called from the driver's seat, "Because it is a huge island and we do not want to have to walk everywhere!"
Jake was still wondering at this point why Grandpa and not his mom or dad was driving, but the fears that were in the back of his mind were soon realized when he saw a car coming toward them in their lane. "Grandpa! Look out!", he screamed. Grandpa swerved out of the way, just in time, as the car behind them honked his horn.
"WHAT WAS HE DOING!", Grandpa yelled at the top of his lungs out the window, "HE WAS ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE..."
"Uh, Gramps?", asked Jake, "In the Bahamas, they drive on the other side of the road."
"I knew that!", Grandpa said, his eyes saying that he hadn't.
"Wow...", said Haley, now rejuvenated from her encounter with the Majestic Ariport bathroom, "I actually knew something that Grandpa didn't... ohh..."
I spoke too soon.
END CHAPTER
Okay, end of chapter. I'd like to formerly apologize right now... Dragon in Paradise should mean "Paradise". I haven't got to that yet. Nor have I got to any of Terra Nova's ideas. So sorry for that. I was planning to make this a quick, three chapter story, but it looks like, and it may be for either the best or the worst, it will be more. Five may be the magic number. Next chapter, it will actually begin to incorporate Calloway Cay, and most importantly, its beaches! Yay Beaches! It'll also introduce to Jake that Rose is on the island. So here's a preview.
Rose and Jake have finally reached Calloway Cay! Awaiting them is fun, sun, and maybe even romance! But will this be too good to be true, as another girl sets her sights on Jake. Meanwhile, back in NYC, the Huntsclan's New Recruits begin their quest to get inside the shop. But when all else fails, you'll be surprised (okay, maybe half surprised) to see who helps them. Nor will you believe what Spud decides to do when he gets bored. See this and much more in Dragon in Paradise: The Sun is Too Hot, featuring Michael Moore. (Heh, as in the fat guy.)
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