Ben didn't know where to start. He supposed he should try opening it first, so he may ride it around a bit. It seemed like an easy task, but it was harder than it appeared. The gadget looked plain, but in fact it was covered in buttons, switches, and gauges. The hero experimented some before boredom sunk in.

"Come on you stupid thing!" Ben shouted in anger, not realizing he might wake up the RV-goers. He hurled the disk into a tree, where it landed flat. He stomped over to it, preparing to put it back up, when he noticed a large pad near the top. Suspiciously, he tapped the pad with his foot.

The disk turned into a board.

The oblong item divided into quarters, which proceeded to expand out to a reasonably large platform. Ben gawked as it light up. And he had been thinking of just putting it back!

The board beeped- it was ready. Ben sprung on, then waited. And waited. He didn't know how to fly it.

"Umm… fly?" he said feebly. "Go? Get on, little doggy?"

Nothing.

"Oh come on, just get going now!" He concentrated on moving, but nothing happened. What am I doing wrong? He thought, trying to determine how to take to the air. Ben just couldn't decide what to do.

So he did everything.

Ben stood on the board, sat on the board, tapped the board, pushed some buttons, command the board to move in several languages (including some he didn't even know- he just guessed), and stomped on the board. He pulled the board, pushed the board, sung to the board, ask the board politely, threatened the board, stood on one leg on the board, begged the board, smacked the omnitrix on the board, wrote on the board, erased the board, begged the board some more, acted like he was working the board, jumped over the board, poked the board, and even tried skating on the board.

Not a single thing worked.

Ben grumbled as he plopped down onto the board. He had to confess, as tiring as it was, trying to make the board work was pretty fun. But now that he'd ran out of ideas, what next? All hope looked as if lost. Ben could've fallen asleep right there, with his mind drifting from thought to thought, eventually settling on the joy of flying, but something kept him awake. A jolt from under him forced him to grasp the bottom of the board as it tried to fly out from under him. He hung on as it bucked and kicked wildly. Ben almost screamed when it just stopped, falling down a few feet with a large thud!

Ben was in disbelief. "Did I just do that?" he asked aloud. When no one answered, he struggled to think of what he had done that made it fly. The last thought he had… it was about flying.

Ben cautiously stepped back onto the hoverboard, preparing to slip and fall as it fled from under him. He focused on that one thought, the feeling he got when he was Stinkfly, or when he was Ghostfreak, the weird toss of his stomach, then the rush of adrenaline, the air surrounding him, no ground under his feet as he soared high above everything else…

Ben had closed his eyes without knowing and opened them slowly. He gasped- he was flying! He was really flying! The ground was only a few feet away, but he had still flown!

His triumph didn't last very long; he had lost the feel and fell to earth again. But when he got back up, he knew exactly what to do.

Ben stood on the board, and thought of when he was Stinkfly and how he would burst into the air, far above the ground…

The shock of take-off nearly knocked Ben off, but he quickly regained composure and continued to center in on that feel of flying very, very high. The board swiftly went up like an elevator with no walls or ceiling. Ben was doing pretty well, so he decided to go forward.

This was nothing like what the hoverboard had been doing. It shot off like a cork through the air, speeding past trees and car. Ben bent over and leaned back, determined not to fall off or throw up. Or both.

The zigzagging wasn't all so bad, when he got used to it. He easily twisted around, evading the trees with ease. But, as he looked up ahead, three cars were right in his way.

He couldn't go around them- too wide of a turn.

He couldn't go though them- too close.

He couldn't go above them- too many trees.

"Uh oh!" he managed to yell, frantically searching for a way out. He was closing in… about 10 miles… 5 miles… 1 mile… a few feet…

Then it came to him. He pulled into a huge arch, going vertical for a few seconds (surprisingly not falling off), and coming back up- a complete U-turn around. He sped though the forestry scenery, applauding his own accomplishment. Perhaps if Ben had been paying attention, he would have seen the familiar RV in front of him.