Chapter 3, The Flight to Boston
Tommy POV
So Peter tooked me back to his castle, where we ated an early dinner prepared by the nice cooks there. We had all of me and Peter's favoritest foods, and then, we had to go to sleep early, cuz the nextest day, we'd be leaving for Boston early. I had trouble sleeping in one of the spare rooms that Peter letted us sleep in, but eventually, sleep came to me. Good thing too, as when I waked up, the sun was still asleep, and it was still dark outside.
Peter gotted our suitcases together, and Mickey Mouse drove us to the airport in his toon car.
"Have a good trip you two." Said Mickey Mouse, as he waved goodbye at the airport entrance.
"Thank you Mickey." Said Peter, as he carried me and our suitcases into the airport.
Then, Peter handed me a bottle of some warm milk and ovaltine, and tolded me to drink it up quickly.
"Why do I have to drink this now? Can't I have it on the airplane?" I asked.
"Nope, you can't take it on the airplane." Peter replied.
"Why not?" I asked.
"You are such a curious little two-year-old toddler, but if you must know, I'll explain it to you. Well, you know how Angelica broke many of your toys, and seems I heard she broke your clown lamp too?" Peter asked.
I nodded, and Peter went on with his story.
"Well, there's grown ups who are eviler than Angelica, and some of them took airplanes, and some explosive stuff called bombs, and hurt two very important buildings in this country we live in. They're near what you call The Statue of Libraries, and as a result of their breaking of buildings, we all have to pay the price for their actions." Explained Peter.
I was confused. How could a bottle of milk and Ovaltine hurt someone?
"I think you're making this up Peter, there's nothing dangerous about a nice warm bottle of milk, unless of course you give it to Angelica, but the most she'd do with it is drink it all up, not letting you have any." I said.
"No Tommy, I'm not making this up. In fact, we'll be going through security very shortly before we head to our gate, where we get on to the airplane. So drink it up, or prepare to feed it to Hubert." Demanded Peter, as I chugged down my milk, similar to what I did that time when Angelica made us do it to get into her secret club, and once I was finished, we headed over to what Peter called security.
Security was these two metal things that you walked in between, and a guy hit you with a magic wand. I guess the magic wand takes any evils out of you so you won't try to break the world while up in the air. Then our bags we were taking on the plane with us came through, and our suitcases were taken elsewhere.
"Wait! Those are our suitcases Peter!" I cried.
"Don't worry Tommy, remember when we went to Paris? Our suitcases will be stored under neath, and we'll get them off that merry-go-round thing after we get off the plane at our final destination. Now come on Tommy, our gate is this way." Said Peter, as he scooped me up in his arms, and we ran to the gate.
It didn't look like any gate I had ever seen before, and I didn't need my screwdriver to open it. Here, were a bunch of chairs, and a large window where we could watch the planes land and take off. A few minutes later, a huge gray and red plane was outside, and soon, we'd be getting on it.
"Flight 101 for Boston, Massachusetts, is ready for bording." Said a lady's voice over a loud speaker.
"That's us, come on Tommy." Said Peter, as he grabbed me and we headed on to the airplane. We walked through a long hall and into the airplane, where we founded our seats. I was seated and buckled in next to the window, and Peter sat in the seat to my right.
Lots of peoples came on to the plane, and after they were seated, another lady's voice came on over the loud speaker, and said a bunch of stuff about different things on the plane. I didn't know our seats could float and the plane had masks on it, how neat! Once they were done babbling for what felt like forever, we taked off to the sky, and before I knew it, we were flying!
It was fun to fly, but I started to get bored, so struck up an idea.
"Hey, I've gots an idea, why don't we go exploring." I suggested.
"Well, we're in the air, so why not." Said Peter, as we gotted out of our seats and walked up and down the airplane.
We went by the bathroom where I used the growed up potty on the plane for the firstest time. It was a little tough at first, but I got the hang of it and went. Then, I went up to where two peoples were sitting, and there were a bunch of buttons and a stick.
"Wow! Neat!" I said, just as Peter came up behind me.
"Tommy, don't, that's the piolot and co-piolot, they make the plane go." Said Peter, as I spun around and looked up to see him standing before me.
"Well hello little guy, is this your first time on an airplane?" Came a man's voice from behind me. I turned around to see the piolot staring down at me.
"It's his second flight, but his first one within the United States. His first flight was an international flight to Paris nearly over a year ago now, but the piolot and co-piolot on that plane only spoke French, and after they made a mess of the snack bar to get his cousin stuff to eat, I had to keep them in their seats the rest of the time on that trip." Explained Peter to the piolot.
"Well little man, this is kind of fun, isn't it?" Asked the piolot.
I nodded and smiled.
"And you, you're, King Peter Albany of the Confederacy! Is this guy your little prince?" Asked the co-piolot, who had come out of his seat.
"No, this is Tommy Pickles, and he's just a friend of mine, and we're off to a good friend of our's birthday party in Boston." Said Peter.
"Well, would you like to come see how an airplane works?" Asked the co-piolot.
I nodded with a smile. Then, he putted me on his lap, and let me hold the stick.
"Now, you sit there, and let me guide the stick. This let's me control how the airplane flies." Said the co-piolot, as he gripped his hand over mine, and took control.
I eyed all of the other buttons around me.
"Now now Tommy, don't press any of those. You don't want us to crash, do you?" Asked the piolot.
I gasp, I didn't wanna break the airplane and make it impossible to bring toys or something on bored. We already couldn't bring food and drinks on to the plane, thanks to peoples like Angelica who went and broked the world.
After a little while longer of letting me control the stick, the piolot and co-piolot handed me back over to Peter, and put something on my shirt. A tiny pair of airplane wings.
"And here's your very own set of piolot wings." Said the piolot, as I went back with Peter to my seat.
"That was fun!" I tolded Peter as we sat down.
"And we're going to have brunch in a little bit." Said Peter.
"But I thought we couldn't eat on the airplane." I said.
"We can, as long as the plane provides the food, and in this case, they do." Said Peter.
I then played with the toy laptop Peter gotted me for Christmas lastest Christmas, while we waited for some food to come. Then, the food came. I had a apple juice and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, while Peter had a ham and cheese grinder and a soda. After I ated my lunch, brunch, or whatever Peter called it, I started to feel sleepy.
"I'm feeling sleepy Peter." I said, as I yawned and leaned back in my seat.
"Well then, take a nap. It will make the long flight go faster, in fact, I bet ya, by the time you wake up, we'll be in Boston." Said Peter.
I took his word for it, closed my eyes, and went to sleep, where I dreamed I was a piolot and Rosie was my co-piolot and we flew an airplane across the sky. Then, I waked up to Peter shaking me, and we were about ready to land.
"Are we there yet?" I asked sleepily as I opened my eyes to find I was still on the airplane.
"Not quite Tommy, but we'll be landing shortly." Said Peter.
I looked to see my tray table had been put up and my toy laptop was nowhere in sight.
"Hey! Where did my toy laptop go?" I asked.
"It's put away, we need to turn off all electronic devices, which your toy falls under, while we see to landing." Said Peter.
"How come?" I asked.
"I don't know, it's just one of those rules they have on airplanes. Kind of like the rule that says you shouldn't blow bubbles into your milk, it's just, something we do." Said Peter, as I noticed the plane starting to go towards the ground.
"We're landing Peter we're landing!" I cried, as the plane touched the ground.
A few minutes later, the plane landed, that lady came over the loud speaker again to say stuff about where we were, what gate we were at, and a bunch of other stuff I more or less tuned out, cuz, I'm just a baby, none of it interested me, then, all of the peoples started walking off of the airplane and me and Peter did that too.
"You have a good time in Boston King Peter Albany and Tommy Pickles." Said a lovely lady as we walked off the airplane.
She must have learndid my name from the piolot, as Peter tolded them my name before we went back to our seat. I waved and we gotted off the plane and went into the airport, where we walked through some long halls, and headed down to a merry-go-round, where Peter founded our suitcases.
Luckily mine was easy to find, cuz it had Reptar on it, while Peter's was the same color as his clothes, gray.
"Got em Tommy, ready to go see Rosie now?" Peter asked.
"I sure am Peter, let's go." I said, as we headed outside of the airport.
End of Tommy POV
And this, ends chapter 3. So, what will happen next? We'll find out in the next chapter, so please, do stay tuned!