Chapter 4, 'I Can Fly!'

Yes, I am at last returning to this. I want to update my stories quickly, and if I continuously write, then I'll stay in the flow and be able to put out more chapters. Hopefully, it doesn't degrade the quality.

Also, I've scrapped the idea of Blu having a persistent stutter, as in order to get a stutter out of me so I can realistically depict it, I'd have to say the lines at a normal talking tone. I often write at night, so I don't want to just blurt out the lines at night. He'll still stutter, but it'll be more like in the film.

Anyways, enough talk, let's get on with it! Enjoy or suffer.

03/09/2020


It was now night-time in the town of Moose Lake, Minnesota. Martin was upstairs, trying to decide if they should go to Rio or not. Bluey was downstairs, preparing to fly for the first time in his life. On a table, he had made a mock runway, using Christmas lights to make it stand out.

''Pfft… I can fly, I'll show them!'', he scoffed as he remembered what the humans said about his supposed flightlessness. Sure, he had never once flown in his life – but hey, there's always a first time.

He had a few books out, describing the mathematics and logic behind flight and aviation. Blu had a sheet of paper, taking notes and writing down calculations of his own. He recalled an analogy by Martin, which described it in a simple step by step process.

On the paper he had a drawing of a cannon. He went through it,

''Alright, take away the atmosphere and the effects of drag. If I fired a cannonball, it would eventually fall to the ground due to gravity. If I increase the power to a certain point, I could make it orbit the Earth. But the atmosphere makes that impossible due to drag. If I want to keep it in the air for longer, I need to make it more aerodynamic.'', he began his lecture to himself. He rubbed out the cannonball and replaced it with a bullet. He added drag to the forces acting upon it.

''However, it would still fall down due to the downward pull of gravity. If I add wings, it would create lift and that would increase its range.'', he continued, adding wings to the bullet, which he elongated and added small little windows. He also added lift to the forces acting upon it, ''Due to the effects of drag, the glider will still hit the ground. So, let's give it some means of propelling itself.'', he continued, adding engines to the wings, and adding thrust to the forces acting upon it.

''Now we can have a constant speed against drag, and a constant lift against gravity. Now with the forces in equilibrium, the cannonball can now orbit around the Earth. Excluding the factor of fuel. Now make it bigger, put in some wheels and fill it with people, and hey presto! Aviation in a nutshell!'', Bluey finished, looking proudly.

He knew airplanes were based off of birds, and seeing how he was a bird, he knew the forces acting upon him would be similar to that of a plane. He looked at his features and analogised them as parts of a plane. He looked at his wings, which he held out.

''Okay, I've got my wings, they're my means of lift and thrust. Perfect.'', he said in an anylitical manner. He turned to his feet, ''Landing gear are operating.'', he said as he opened and closed them. Next, he turned back to his tail feathers. ''Tail flaps, operational.'', he said, and moved them side to side, ''Heh, my greatest asset.'', he chuckled.

He faced forward and assumed a better pose for flight,

''Alright, Bluey Airlines flight 15105 is clear for take-off. Remember, gravity, thrust, drag and lift. Actually, thrust, weight, lift, drag. That's better…'', he said, and readied himself. He took off, repeating the words ''Thrust, weight, lift, drag.'', as he continued down the 'runway'. However, as he neared the end, he stopped on the word 'weight', as fear took over. He seemingly stopped himself from falling off by grabbing the Christmas lights.

He sighed in relief, but that was short lived as he fell off anyway. However, the lights he had grabbed stopped him from falling straight down. Instead, he was stopped halfway, and then fell down again as the lights were pulled down with him. He laid on the floor as Martin rushed down. When he saw Bluey lying on the floor, he sighed. Bluey sheepishly smiled, as Martin went over and helped him.

Martin headed upstairs and placed Bluey down on a couch, while Martin went over to a dining table that he sometimes used as an office. He looked at his piece of paper, which he had written down pros and cons of going to Rio. It read:

PROS:
-Delaying the seemingly inevitable extinction of Bluey's species, unless new specimens are found
-Fun new experiences
-Bragging rights for going to Rio
-Sexy women
-Nice, free holiday
-Bluey can meet a girl, and get laid with a hot bird

CONS:
-Rio might be dangerous to me or Bluey
-Possibility of getting mugged
-Smuggling
-Errors at the airport
-Spiders and insects
-It's really hot there

Martin frowned as he looked at his sheet, tapping his chin with a pencil to help him think. He looked at it unsurely,

''I don't know…'', he mumbled with a frown. But then he let out a quiet gasp, and he quickly wrote an extra pro:

-I could get lucky with Luana

He quickly evaluated it and made his decision.

''Okay, I think we should go.'', he said, and headed over to where Bluey sat.

''Alright Bluey, I've made my decision…'', Martin began, and Bluey looked up at him unsurely, ''We're going.'', Martin finished, and Bluey's expression dropped to a very nervous one. Martin saw this,

''Look, Bluey, I think it would be very good for us to go, especially for you. Think about it, you'd be able to experience many new things and potentially save your species.'', Martin said, and then smirked and leaned closer to Bluey, ''Besides, you'd get to meet a girl.'', Martin said cheekily and winked. Bluey's feathers stood up a bit, in the form of a blush.

''Well, I know its overwhelming, but don't worry. I'll make sure you stay safe, and I'll stay by your side as much as I can. And we'll be back home before long.'', Martin comforted Bluey, and Bluey looked back up at Martin, with a less nervous expression. Martin smiled,

''Why don't we watch some TV to take your mind off it?'', he offered, and Bluey lit up more. He nodded and squawked happily, and Martin chuckled. He grabbed the remote and sat down beside Bluey and turned the TV on. It was on a news channel.

''-reports of increase in animal intelligence.'', a news lady spoke, but Martin paid no notice and flicked through the channels. One channel was a documentary, and it showed a snake eating a bird. Bluey jumped and watched in horror, and Martin quickly changed channels. Bluey had a look of unease and moved closer to Martin. He continued to flick through the channels.

Unable to find anything interesting, he went to the DVD shelf he had under the TV. He browsed through and found a movie they'd watch together. It was a horror movie named 'The Thing', and Martin smiled.

''Hey, remember when we watched this together when we were young?'', Martin said fondly, and Bluey squawked and nodded, ''Lets watch it again!'', he exclaimed, and Bluey nodded in agreement. He popped the disc in and cooked some popcorn as they watched it.


''Windows blast him!'', Macready shouted to Windows, as Palmer thing was on the roof. Windows readied his flamethrower, but Palmer thing dropped down. He towered over Windows, and Windows looked in horror. He was unable to move, as Palmer thing's head split in two and a cord wrapped around Windows' neck, and dragged him in.

Bluey and Martin watched on as Palmer thing thrashed Windows around in its jaws, as Macready tried to burn it, but his flamethrower was malfunctioning. Three others who were tied to the couch watched in horror as Palmer thing thrashed poor Windows about.

''Now I remember why I had all those nightmares…'', Martin commented. Bluey slowly nodded in agreement. It wasn't as bad for Bluey, as the difference in species did slightly impact the horror. But it was still scary, though incredibly fascinating at the same time. Its like a car accident; you can't look away. Its so morbid, yet so interesting at the same time.


The two watched the rest of the movie, and they went to bed. Bluey sat in his cage, contemplating things as Martin packed some things. While Bluey was admittedly interested by the prospect of meeting a girl of his own species, he was at the same time terrified of that. He had never really spoken to many birds. Hell, the only birds he knew were two Canadian geese sisters that would mock him on a daily basis.

Any attempt he had at making friends always ended in disaster for him, as the other birds were so judgemental towards him. He never knew why though. It wasn't his fault he was domesticated, so why did the others always act like it was? Bluey sighed sadly at a memory of him trying to talk to some birds at a park, and them laughing at him and mocking him.

Bluey's eyes grew humid as he thought about it more. He imagined the birds of Rio being judgmental too. The fact he was meeting a wild bird, and a girl at that, was very worrying. Bluey could hardly bear to imagine the humiliation he may face when she discovers he's a quote on quote "pet".

The sounds of laughter and mockery entered his mind, taunting him. Bluey closed his eyes and shook his head, silencing them. He sighed, and looked at himself in the mirror. A new sense of hope entered his mind. He figured that he could freshen himself up more, and maybe the other birds would look past that. He nodded in agreement with himself. He posed himself, so he'd look as attractive as possible. Once finding that pose, he experimented and combed his feathers in a variety of ways. He found one and admired himself in a mirror,

''Wow… I actually don't look that bad.'', he commented, ''Yeah, this should be easy.'', he continued. He grabbed a toy and pretended it was a girl.

''Oh Bluey, you're so handsome!'', he did a mock female voice as he held his toy. He rocked it from side to side, to signify it was talking.

''Oh, I know I am.'', Bluey smugly responded to himself, wearing a wry smile.

''Bluey I love you!'', he said in a female voice, continuing to rock his toy side to side.

''Oh, come here babe!'', he responded and smooched the toy, which was a placeholder for a girl. However, his eyes widened when his cage was uncovered, and Martin stared at him with a face that could only be described as the ''What the hell?'' face. Bluey sheepishly smiled in embarrassment as he looked up at Martin.

''You really need a girlfriend.'', Martin commented, as Bluey sat on his perch in embarrassment.


Well, that concludes chapter 4 of this story, I hope you enjoyed it!

I apologise for the wait, but I never intended to continue it for now. I'll focus on my other projects, but don't worry, as I will finish this story. I've probably got the most will to finish this, as it is a passion filled story for me. Its probably the reason why I ever decided to write fanfiction in the first place.

Credit to the Youtube channel CoolHardLogic for the analogy of a cannonball for aviation. ('World of Batshit 7: Gravity'. His series debunks stupid videos, and in that one he debunks a flat-Earther's video about flight and gravity)

I have no idea when the next chapter will be out, so be patient.

Until next time, goodbye.