Chapter Three
Nearly at night time, the trio took a bus ride all the way to Rockcliffe Yacht Club behind the Aviation Museum. They found themselves at one part of the harbour too restricted to enter and hid behind boxes.
"This is stupid." said Rook. "We're going to Japan by seaplane. And into a restricted area."
"How is that stupid?" Patrick asked. "We're trying to do what we planned for years."
"What part of 'restricted' didn't you understand?"
Patrick was ignoring Rook's question as he led the way. They ran off and hid behind more boxes where two guards stood by.
"Oh crap! There's guards!" whispered Patrick. "What do we do?"
Buzz was thinking of something, and he got an idea. He said "Cartwheel."
"Cartwheel?"
Buzz performed cartwheels out of the guards' sight. Patrick performed but fell and quickly hid behind the crates before the shined light at the boxes immediately.
The first guard said "Holy shit! Did you see that?"
"Uh, no." said the second guard.
"Me neither."
Rook sighed in relief "Phew."
Recognizing that sound, the first guard said "Hey you! Hiding behind those crates!"
"Cartwheel dude!" said Patrick. Rook performed a cartwheel and ran away with the others.
In the meantime, the first guard said "Ah, huh? Where'd he go?"
Dismayed, the second guard snarled "Oh, damn it! They got away!"
The first guard threw down his hat on the ground and the second guard broke his flashlight in half in anger. The trio managed to escape the restricted zone, and hid behind more boxes.
"Hey guys, look." Buzz called.
Patrick and Rook moved on to Buzz's place and saw an HU-16 Albatross. It could be the seaplane Kinomoto talked about that would be heading for Tokyo.
Buzz asked "Do you think that could be the seaplane Kinomoto talked about?"
"There's only one way to find out." Patrick led his friends to the aircraft. "Let's ask them."
The trio walked across the harbour and saw a pilot sleeping on a chair. But he woke up to see those boys coming over.
"Can I help you?" asked the pilot.
Patrick replied "Yeah. My roommates and I came all the way here from Ottawa and, uh… are you Ryan?"
"Yes. Yes, I am. Kinomoto gave us a call not too long ago. He asked if I could help you boys to Tokyo."
"And?" asked Buzz.
"We said yes." said the approaching pilot who's shorter than Ryan. "Pete's the name. And don't try anything funny, lunchbox. I once went nine rounds with John L. Sullivan."
A little concerned over his co-pilot, Ryan said "Don't worry about Pete. He's suffering mental psychosis. Now, let's get you boys seated for Japan, shall we? It's on the house."
The pilots escorted the trio onboard the seaplane before they remained seated and the engines started. Ryan and Pete were turning the floating plane down the river, ready for take off.
"Hold onto your butts!" cried Ryan. The seaplane was lifting off and on its way to Tokyo.
The seaplane arrived at the Tokyo harbour before the trio would look through the plane' windows. The plane's walkway came down and the trio looked at the city. Two girls in anime cosplay greeted them.
"Ah, Konichiwa." said the girls as they bow their heads.
"Dude," chuckled Patrick, "this place is so racist."
With a big smile, Buzz shouted "Come on, guys! Let's get going! I'm in anime heaven!"
Patrick and Rook looked very annoyed for Buzz being an anime fanatic. They both said "Idiot."
"See ya, boys." said Ryan, waving the trio goodbye.
The gang walked through the city, looking around in awe. They watched a man cutting watermelons until one of them fell right on top of him. A man took a picture of his suitcase for whatever reason. A group of women took a selfie. The trio walked by while Buzz sneaked a picture of one of the women's behind.
They stood in front of a train, but a group of people rushed in, taking the boys with them. The trio ended up on the other side of the train, then another group rushed them in again. Patrick was crammed inside the train with other people. After a while, they stepped out of the stopped train and continued walking through the city again.
In a TV store, Rook watched a little robot dancing on the floor and it sang in auto-tune "Why do the koi fish cr- cr- cry? Why do the koi fish, die, die, die?"
"Eh," said Rook, "this place is too cartoony for me."
Then Buzz was dancing and sang "Why do the koi fish, cry, cry, cry? Der-der-der-der-der-der-herp-derp-dead!"
They moved to a booth area. Patrick stumbled upon one that sold an array of Japanese food. He took one plate of ramen noodles for a bite to eat. Buzz came over eating a bowl of rice.
"This is some crunchy-ass rice." he said.
"Buzz," said Rook, "that's a bowl of tiny cell phones."
Somehow, one tiny cell phone rang inside Buzz's mouth. "I'm going to have a very painful dump."
"Let's keep going, guys." said Patrick. "We're almost outside the city."
"I don't know." Rook objected. "I'm exhausted and homesick. I don't think I can make it."