Cynder was getting ready to walk towards the T.T.P. when Spyro ran in front of her.

"Cynder wait, what if it's dangerous."

"Oh, Spyro, what dangerous things can DT stuff up in the thing?!"

Spyro kept looking over at the wrecked plane. He saw how small it looked (From the outside)

"Cynder's right." He thought to himself. "Cynder, you're right. I'll still go ahead just in case."

"Ok…."

They walked towards the plane. Spyro walked slowly, as Cynder kept right by his side. They were slowed to a tip-toe when the entire wreckage was in sight. The crunched leaves on the way there, but I was far enough to not hear them. Finally they reached the open door.

"Well, Spy you said you were going to lead."

"I know I'm just… waiting for you."

Spyro poked his head through the door. That's when he saw the jumbled mess of metal, seats and other objects. He gulped silently. He looked around for a bit, and then went back out to get Cynder.

"Ok, it's an absolute mess, be careful." He started to walk in the door. Cynder was following him. He got in and stepped to the side for Cynder. She got wide eyed as she stepped through the door.

"Oh my,….."

"Goodness." Spyro finished. They carefully stepped through the twisted metal. Spyro stepped on something and yelped.

"YI!"

"What, did something bite you?!" Cynder panicked.

Spyro lifted up his paw. Cynder winced .

"Oh dear…"

"Don't worry, it startled me. I doesn't really hurt."

"Do you want me to pull it out, Hun?"

"Sure why…" Cynder wasn't hesitant; she gripped the piece of metal and yanked it out. "NOT!" He finished.

"There, better?"

"Better."

"Great, let's continue." She cheered. They went into the passenger section of the plane. They had to hop over dislodged seats. Spyro even tripped on one. Finally, they made it to the end.

"Darn, all that for this?!" Cynder was a little frustrated.

"Let's go back."

"Oh, alright."

They headed back, this time Spyro kindly moved the seats. Cynder had already had enough of those. They reached the way they came in.

"That's pretty much it. We should leave."

Cynder was turning to the door, when she caught an eye on a square box with an outline of a hand in it.

"Spyro what's that?"

Spyro walked back inside. "What?"

"This, it so bizarre."

"Let me see."

Spyro looked at the little white box. He soon was baffled.

"I don't know what ever that thing is."

Cynder stared at it as well, she noticed….

"Spyro, the hand, It looks just like DT's hand."

"Really?"

"Yes?!"

Spyro and Cynder leaned in heads and started at the device. Spyro then decided to make something funny out of it.

"Hey, Cyn, let's see whom has the bigger paw. Me or DT."

"Ok, why not."

Spyro chuckled as he lifted his paw to the white box. He put his paw in the outlining of a hand. Suddenly, a computer voice said.

"Scanning Hand…. Please wait."

Spyro jerked his paw away. The device continued to scan even though his paw was no longer there.

"Scanning-ing complete. Hand not identified."

Spyro and Cynder looked at each other. They were worried what would happen next.

"Activating emergency lock-d-d down." The computer stuttered. The door behind them started closing. Cynder looked back and was about to make a break for it…. When the door's motor sparked and blew up.

"Phew." They said. Spyro chuckled nervously and Cynder joined in. They were interrupted.

"Hand print i-idendified. Welcome Doctor." The computer said. The cockpit door opened up in front of them.

"What the?" Spyro asked.

"Spyro, I am not sure."

"Doctor? What in the heck does that mean?"

"Maybe DT is a medical person."

"I never saw him work on a dragon nor mole before."

"Baffling." Cynder mumbled.

They decided to walk in the new section of the plane. Their jaws had to drop to the floor. They gasped in all out shock.

"W-W-w" Spyro shook as he tried to choke out "what"

"WOW!" Cynder was suddenly amazed. She ran up to the windshield and gazed out of it.

"What a great view that is!" She exclaimed. Spyro walked up from behind.

"Oh, this is a great view."

They sat in the pilot seats and cuddled gazing out the window.

"This is it."

"This is what?"

"This is our dating spot." Cynder whispered as she leaned over to Spyro and gave him a kiss.

"Cynder, can we get up? My tail is starting to sting from me sitting on it."

"Oh, sure!" She stood up followed by Spyro. They stretched and walked over for a kiss.

"This is it." Spyro said going in for the kiss. Cynder met him. They started to tilt their heads back and forth. Spyro heard something and broke the kiss.

"Spy… what is it?"

"It sounds like footsteps."

"DT!?"

"Spyro looked out the window and saw us; walking towards the wreckage.

"Get down." He ordered to Cynder. She hid in the corner of the room. Spyro followed her.

DT, are you sure that hydraulic fluid would work as grease?" John asked.

"John, hydraulic fluid is runnier than grease, but it works the same way."

"Yea, how are you going to get it?" Steve asked.

"Simple." I said happily.

I ran inside the T.T.P. I scrabbled through the passenger section. I found a big metal pole.

"Yes!"

I ran back out, not knowing Spyro was watching me.

"We shall use this to break the wing open."

"Ok…"

I took a mighty swing at the wing. I passed the pole to John. He broke a small section of the wing.

"My turn." Steve cheered.

"Ok, Ok." John said.

"YAY!"

Steve's hit was not that effective… just saying.

I got the pipe back and smashed it into the wing and soon enough the small hydraulic cylinder was in sight.

"We just need to yank it out…" John couldn't finish.

"Got it."

Spyro watched as we walked away.

"What does DT need this hydraulic fluid for?"

"I'm not sure, we should ask him later."

"Well, this maybe our dating spot, but it's still DT's plane thingy." Spyro said