Blu staggered through the air like a failing aircraft, flapping and panting manically

"I wish *gasp* that *gasp*i had *gasp* a teleporter *gasp* I'm done."

With that Blu began a haphazard attempt at a descent, which was honestly just falling. He tried to slow down, so he didn't go splat on the floor but that was difficult as he was also spinning like mad.

!SPLASH!

Blu landed head first in a decorative pool of water, sending a shower of water in all directions. He quickly shot his head out and gasped for air before ducking his head back down and taking a huge drink of water.

After quenching his thirst he lay back in the water and let himself float for a bit, to catch his breath and stop making his wings feel like feathery noodles.

"This is nice," he said, floating along.

"You good?"

Blu looked up to see who had said that saw a pigeon with a snazzy hairdo (featherdoo?) staring down at him.

"Yea, I'm probably ok," Blu replied

"You should probably not be drinking and bathing in that water," the pigeon suggested, "it's not the cleanest."

For the first time, blu actually looked around at the pool he was lying in. The water was cloudy white, algae grew on the rim of the pool and various pieces of organic debris filled the water, distributed there by the overhanging tree.

"AAAHG!" Blu screamed and frantically began to swim frantically to the edge of the fountain and clamber up onto the side.

"Who are you anyway?" the pigeon asked ,"you look like a piece of the sky just fell into the water."

"Oh I'm Blu." Blu answered, offering out his wing for a wing shake.

"No, I mean what's your name? I know you're blue."

"Oh, that is my name." Blu replied uncertainty.

"Whoops, sorry, I'm Cornelius. Pigeon extraordinaire at your service."

Cornelius did a Melodramatic bow, as if he was some high prince introducing himself.

"I take it you're not from here." Cornelius said.

"Um yea, by the way do you know which direction Moose Lake Minnesota. Is it close to here"

Blu looked up at the blue sky and beating sun, and then down at the dusty streets and slightly dishevelled looking houses and had already deduced that this wasn't near his home.

"Minnesota," Cornelius said uncertainly, "that's up in the states right? If it's where i think it is, you are not close atall."

"Oh, ok, then where is this?" Blu asked

"You're in Mexico My friend!" the pigeon exclaimed, "if you want to get up to the northern states you have a lot of flying ahead of you."

"Um, yea, about that. Is there any other way i could get over there, that isn't flying. I only learnt how to do it a few days ago and my muscles all cramp up because of all those years i didn't spend flying, but i did spend them walking, so i wasn't like completely stationary, that would be so weird but...

"If you want another mode of transport," the pigeon suggested ,"you could use those magic armoured boxes with circles on the bottom that go super fast."

Cornelius pointed across the road at a nearby car.

"Oh, you mean an automobile?" Blu said ,"no no no, i can't just take one. That's grand theft auto. I could go to jail for that."

"No you won't," the pigeon replied

"What do you mean?" Blu questioned, " for theft of an automobile one can face up to five years impri..."

"Dude!" Cornelius interrupted ,"you're a bird. Birds don't go to prison. Plus, you shouldn't think of it as stealing, just long term borrowing."

"That's still theft," Blu refuted.

"Not if you promise to return it." Cornelius assured.

"I'll need to check to be sure," Blu explained ,"you never can be too careful."

"Just trust me dude," the pigeon dismissed ,"the pigeon knows all."

"Are you extra sure," Blu checked, still unsure.

"Yea, there'll be no harm done. You'll get to wherever you want to go, whoever owns the car won't even notice you've taken it before you return it and you won't break any human laws. It's a win win win!"

"I guess I don't have much choice," Blu said to himself ,"here goes nothing."