An eagle cawed overhead near a series of buildings nearest a tall pine forest. A van pulled into a parking lot, the van in question contained the cast of Veggietales, bundled up for the bitter chill.
"Well, here we are, guys!" Bob smiled, breathing in the cold, mostly snow-covered air. "The small town of Katakartanaq, Alaska!"
"It's too cold..." Larry shivvered, despite the fact that he was covered in layers and layers of warm clothing.
"Well, we are 4,394.94 miles above the equator." Archibald replied, taking a sip of tea like the British man he was.
"Oh c'mon, Larry." Bob said. "It'll be nice and warm on the reservation!"
"Reservation?" Mr. Lunt said, emerging from the van along with the other vegetables. "What, we gonna eat somewhere?"
"No," Bob said. "A reservation in this case, means that Native Americans live here, more specifically the Inuit people. We're going to be preaching to them!"
"...eh, I hope they got snacks.." Pa glumly replied. "My stomach's been eatin' itself to hamboiga meat."
"I sure hope the children are alright.." Bob replied. "Since this was an adults-only preaching session."
"I'm sure they're alright, Bob!" Larry replied, perking up. "They're probably saying something ADORABLE, like—"
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"—WE'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!" Junior hollered as the jet dive-bombed towards the ground.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" The children screamed and tried to hold onto something.
"Oh, uh—REMAIN CALM, CHILDREN!" Zed exclaimed. "TO LAND, YOU SIMPLY MUST—"
"—AAAAA! DON'T YELL AT ME!!!" Percy hollered, accidentally shutting the transmission between Zed and then off, and trying to take the wheel of the jet.
Percy continued to grip the wheel, still screaming along with everyone else as the plane touched down on the frozen landscape.
"—PERCY FOR PETE'S SAKE, DUDE! CALM DOWN!!" Laura hollered, slapping the face of the tiny pea.
"OW! Thanks, I needed that..." Percy replied, rubbing his face with a non-existent hand. "BUT THE PLANE!"
The plane continued to race across the landscape of Alaska, until Junior deployed the wheel, allowing it to come to a slow stop.
"WE'RE GONNA HIT THAT TREEEEE!!" Libby hollered, noticing a large redwood in front of the jet.
The plane continued to zoom as the kids braced for impact. It grew closer and closer, until eventually it landed on the tree, the tip touching the bark with a single...(*ding!*).
The kids did not speak for a brief moment, as they were too shocked, as well as extremely thankful they were still alive.
Percy leaned out one of the windows and proceeded to vomit.
"That went well." Junior stated before passing out.