Jay's POV. (point of view)

I was sitting in my workshop trying to think of something to invent with the small amount of supplies that I had. "Lets see, some pretty strong cloth, nails, logs, and 3 feet of rope." I said. So I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and thought up a few ideas. Then I remembered that I needed something to fly around town in. "A glider!" I yelled. "Bomb fighters?! RUN!" My dad had said. "No dad, a GLIDER." "Ohh. Whops. Well, I you wanna fly that glider than you should try it in ninjago city!" He said. So far the day had looked good and normal, but things were about to change.