"Why is it that we keep getting thrown into these cursed planes?" Dick Dastardly cursed for he and Muttley were feeling too familiar with the various flying aircraft surrounding them in the Sunshine Airport.
"Shouldn't this place be quite a breeze for you to race through?" Isabelle asked since she accidentally broke wind by farting, feeling her tail wag with the gust from her butt.
"Flight in all sorts of forms can be quite divine." Palutena interjected upon which she had her goddess wings flap and propel their vehicle into the air, with the light themed deity letting loose several poots herself.
"Why are we doing this again?" Chrom asked while stuffing his throat with fish sticks since he wanted to feel fishy.
Silver sighed upon using his psychic to get themselves out of the seating area within the terminal. "I ask myself the same thing every day..."
Dastardly snarled upon which he punched through a parked plane with a boxing glove from his Mean Machine like the Dick he was all with Muttley chuckling. "Easy for you gas bags to say; you don't get war flashbacks of being in this sort of place like me and my dog pal Muttley do!"
Alas a certain pigeon popped up and blared his trumpet, which was enough to send Dastardly and Muttley into a panic since they remembered all the times they tried to stop the pigeon.