"Calm. Blue sky. No hurricanes, no race cars, just airplanes. Airplanes make the world spin, like a dance. Like flying, freedom, the unending blue beautiful. Eagles, flags, other freedom-related symbols. If I must compare thee to a summer's day… no. Words will not suffice."

Launchpad breathed out as he glided his hand over the control panel of the Sunchaser. A few buttons beeped and screamed as he switched a few of them on or off in the process. He quickly switched them back to their original positions and focused his eyes on the skies. "We're nearly there, old girl." He patted the clutch. "Once we get this extremely fragile laboratory equipment to St. Canard on time, it'll just be you, me, and the skies all the way back to Duckburg."

Suddenly, something vibrated in his back pocket… then buzzed. "What?! What was that?!" He jumped and spun around in his seat. He held his breath as he stood up and looked behind him. Come on, Launchpad… you can do this. It's not a man-eating robot mite bug, it's not a man-eating robot mite bug… even though they make that exact sound before they viciously feed on the flesh of lone pilots. He cringed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out… whew… his phone. "Ha! It's just my phone. Did you hear that, Chaser? Man! Whew! I totally thought it was a man-eating robot mite bug for a second there."

Just as the Sunchaser began to drop, nose-down towards the ground, Launchpad plopped back in his seat and pulled her back up, his eyes glued to his phone. "Aw, it's my best friend Dewey! Haven't heard from him in awhile. I wonder what he's up to." He gasped. "Maybe he wants to get some good ol' flight lessons from his best pal, Launchpad McQuack, before he heads off to school. Ah, that's probably it." He opened the message.

As he read the words, his jaw practically dropped to the floor. He threw his phone over his shoulder and gripped the yoke. "My best friend Dewey is in trouble! Hold on, old girl. We're taking a detour." He pulled back on the yoke and headed in the opposite direction.

Dewey wove between cars and hugged the side of the interstate as he sped up to lose Gus in the red beater behind them. After only a few tense minutes of white knuckling the wheel and holding down the accelerator, he could no longer see Gus anywhere behind them. "See him?"

Louie ran to the back of the RV. "I think you lost him!"

He kept up the pace until he got stuck behind two semi trucks that were racing to get ahead of one another, neither of them actually succeeding in going fast enough to pass the other. Dewey groaned. "Ohhhh, come on!"

"You have to get off the interstate!" Huey sat up against the dashboard, his head on a swivel.

"Are you crazy? He'll just follow us!"

"At this rate, he's going to catch up with us and run us off the road. If we make it off the interstate while we're still ahead, he may not see us."

"Errm…" Dewey waited a few seconds, watching the two semi's duke it out in front of him. He honked. That did nothing but make them start honking at each other. "Ugh!" He yanked the RV off onto the next exit and raced to get onto the next road. "Do you see him, Lou?"

"Not yet. You're good."

Dewey let out a breath as he attempted to slow down. He ran the stop sign after checking for cops and sped down the highway to get them as far away from the interstate as possible. "Anything?"

"Nothing!"

Huey got up and smiled at him, patting him on the shoulder. "Great job, Dew. I knew you could Dewey it up enough to get us out of there."

Dewey heaved a few breaths as the adrenaline high began to wear off. His muscles ached but in the best, most thrilling way possible. He pried his stiff fingers off the wheel and stretched them.

Louie's panicked voice intruded the silence. "What the! How did he?-Dewey!"

Dewey's stomach bobbed. His heart switched his adrenalin rush back on and he kicked back into high gear. "Man, this guy is relentless!"

"He's gaining fast! What are you doing? Go, go, go!" Louie tripped through the curtain and crawled up to the front.

Dewey shoved his foot into the accelerator. The RV revved but stayed at the same speed. It wouldn't jump higher than 70. He glanced in the rearview mirror. Mr. Mob-boss was going a whole lot faster than 70.. Dewey pushed on the gas several more times. The RV just jumped and shook in response.

"No! No, no, no, no!" He watched the temperature gauge shoot up with every rev of the engine.

"What is it? Why aren't we going faster?!" Louie shook him by the arm until his eyes blurred.

Dewey pushed his hands off. "This is what Uncle D warned me about! The RV is getting stuck because I pushed it too far. It's overheating and quitting on me!" He slammed his fist on the dashboard. "Come on, old girl, get going!"

"Deeewwyyy… do something!" Huey's voice raised from the back. "Dewey!"

*crunch, bang* The whole RV jerked and thrashed on impact. Louie went flying into who knows where and the clash of pots and pans from the back made it clear where Huey went. Dewey gripped the wheel to keep her from swinging off the road.

His breath quickened and he glanced in the mirror to see Gus dropping back. Oh great.

"He's coming again!"

*crunch, crash, bang* The RV jumped, groaning as the red beater rutted into them again.

Dewey's mind flew with a million thoughts. What do I do? If I turn at this speed, I'll flip the RV. He glanced down at Louie who was barely moving from the floor behind the seats. In the mirror, he could see Huey at the back, lying in a pile of kitchenware and holding his head. If we flip, they could get hurt… or worse. His fingers squeezed the wheel.

But if I just let him run into me, he'll bust the RV and run us into the ditch and they could get hurt that way. What do I do? What do I Dew? He watched as Gus picked up speed again to ram him a third time. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers going numb on the steering wheel.

*roooooom* A thunderous roar sounded above them. He opened his eyes just in time to see a flash of red overhead. A massive shadow covered the entire road around them.

"Is that-"

He rolled down the window and stuck his head out just in time to see the belly of the Sunchaser knick the roof of Gus' red beater. The momentum dragged the rust bucket off the road. Gus' car flipped and rolled into the ditch before hitting a tree.

Dewey pulled his head back inside, blinked, and sat back in his seat. "Launchpad," he breathed. The Sunchaser swung back around and flew just ahead of the RV. He busted into a grin. "Launchpad! Guys, it's Launchpad!" He kept his foot on the gas, watching the temperature gauge to keep the old girl from exploding on him. He trailed after the Sunchaser, leaving Gus and the busted up red beater in his dust… and probably a few pieces of the bumper.