Chip and Dale kept on screaming their heads off as the speed flight of the Speedy Cloud continued to speed through the skies. Their safety harnesses were doing them more harm than good, as they were too big for them and barely secured them as they were more for larger people than them. They weren't secured enough to stop the chipmunks shaking, fly around them and bump into them.

"Is this too rough for you guys?" Cy-Had's voice came from the speakers like as if she was a stewardess on an airplane.

"Yes!" Chip yelled.

"Not for me!" Dale yelled. "This is like a theme park ride for kindergartners!"

There were plenty of times when Chip couldn't believe his friend, but he thought this time was the very one where he could believe him the very least. They were going through the very roughest flight that they had ever been on during their lives. Even their dangerous missions in all the aircrafts that their friend Gadget Hackwrench built and flew when they were all the Rescue Rangers had never been as rough or dangerous as this.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Dale," Cy-Had said, "because we're going to maximum speed! It'll be like a steel roller coaster."

"What?" Chip cried.

"Okay, then!" Dale cried happily. "Bring it on!"

"Dale, you get sick after every time we ride on rides for kindergartners, you idiot!" Chip snapped at his friend. "If we go any faster, you'll be barfing up." That was how he felt when the rocket plane speeded up. He held onto his safety harness for dear life as much as he could.

Dale, on the other hand, wasn't feeling sick. He was actually enjoying it, despite the fact he was flying around and bumping on his safety harness. "This is more like it!"

Then, after a few minutes, the Speedy Cloud started to slow down and landed.

"Aww," Dale moaned. "Too soon?"

Cy-Had flew out the cockpit. "We're where we need to be, Dale. Even though this machine runs on solar energy and we're in a very sunny position, I still prefer not to waste energy." Then she lifted the safety harnesses up and the chipmucks jump downed from their giant seats.

"I agree with you, Cy-Had," Chip said. "And I'm glad the flight isn't going on any more than it needs to be."

"Didn't you even find the seats comfy, Chip?" Dale asked. "I did."

"Yeah, because you were jumping on them instead of sitting on them!"

Then Cy-Had pressed the blue button on her device and the hatch lowered down. She flew out followed by Dale walking out cheerily while Chip walked out very slowly and weakly. He looked like he was about to throw up.

"Oh, come on, Chip," Dale said. "The more you ride things like this machine, the more you'll get used to it. Look at me, for example. I'm still okay and I don't need to throw up." Then he quickly ran behind the nearest big rocks and made a lot of throwing up sounds.

"So I see," Chip said sarcastically.

"Come on now, guys," Cy-Had said. "I know it was a rough flight for some and for others a thrill, but the sooner we get going, the sooner we rescue your friends."

"Right behind you," Chip said. "Come on, Dale."

"I need a few minutes."

Then Cy-Had and Chip had to wait a long time as they listened to Dale make a loud of throwing up noises.

The chipmunks got very tired and hot as they followed Cy-Had on the baking sand on the desert.

"Do you know which desert we're in, Cy-Had?" Chip asked.

"According to my red eye," the flying fish said, "we are in the heart of the Gibson Desert."

"Do you know how long we've been walking, Cy-Had?" Dale asked. "What I mean by that is Chip and I walking and you flying."

"About nearly half an hour," the flying fish said.

"That long?" Dale cried. "It feels like we've been walking more than a week."

"Stop!" Cy-Had ordered. "Let's hide in this creosote bush."

They hid in the creosote bush and they peeped through it. They saw dragons, griffins and scary birds from the Air Army flying next to them. Two dragons were holding a giant piece of metal and had two prisoners on it.

Dale gasped. "There's Monty and Zipper!"

"Quiet, Dale!" Chip snapped at him. "No one is supposed to know we're here."

"Yes, it's your friends, all right," Cy-Had said, as she continued to look up at the Air Army. "They are exactly what the screen showed me back in the hideout, except they are trapped on a giant piece instead of a vehicle."

"Why?" the chipmunks asked.

"My best guess is that they are using that and no vehicles is because if they tried to escape, they would fall to their deaths. Even Zipper's wings are cuffed up so he couldn't use them to save his life if he tried to escape."

"So what do we do?" Chip asked.

"We must follow them," Cy-Had said, "but they must not know we are."

"Already ahead of you," Dale said.

Chip and Cy-Had looked ahead to see Dale wrapped in white masking tape.

"Why are you dressed up like a mummy, Dale?" Chip asked. "This is Australia, not Egypt."

"I thought this would be a clever disguise," Dale said.

"For what?" Chip and Cy-Had asked together.

"For trying to sneak into the bad guys secret hideout, of course."

"No offence, Dale, but you don't even look like an ancient relic from a fictional fantasy world," Cy-Had said. "Any more than Chip looks like… a bush?"

"How will they know the difference?" Chip asked, as he was hiding under his bush disguise which was nothing more than being wrapped in twigs and leaves.

"They will know the difference because their eye sights are very good, but their sense of smells are even better. They would know you're a chipmunk by smelling your chipmunk fur and your dried up twigs and dead leaves will not help you."

"Well, do you have anything we can use, Cy-Had?" Chip asked, as he took off his disguise. "Do you have an invention that makes us invisible?"

Cy-Had looked around and smiled when she saw a giant metal piece lying in the sand. "No, but I have one that is very close to it," Cy-Had said.

"Great!" Dale cried. "What is it?"

"You just had to ask, didn't you?" Chip muttered to Dale through his snorkel that was hiding under a cotton made desert snake puppet. He was under the sand and using a snorkel mask, that fitted him like a hat or a scarf, to breathe to the surface and protect his face. Dale was a snorkel mask himself.

The chipmunks were holding onto that giant metal piece that Cy-Had found and was being pushed by her, who didn't need a snorkel mask at all because she was half cyborg. Again, like the Speedy Cloud, Chip loathed every bit of it whereas Dale loved every bit of it.

Then they stopped.

"Why have we stopped, Cy-Had?" Chip asked.

"Because the metal gate of their secret hideout is in front of us. We just need to wait for our friends up there to open it up."

"How long will that take?" Chip asked.

"They're opening up now," Cy-Had replied.

Through their snorkel masks, the chipmunks saw she was right.

"See, Chip?" Dale said. "Patience is a virtue."

Chip just sighed through his snorkel as they continued heading forward past the gate under the sand.