Monty's trip to Mew York City started out wif an advenchur!  Dey missed dere plane!  Da plane wuz spozed to leeve at 8:30 or so inna morning, which iz reely early fur some hoominz (an some kitties -- we don't git up all dat early inna morning ourownselfs as it happens).  An uv course Gary, Monty's hoomin, had to git all kinds of fings ready.  An so did Gary's meowmie an Gary's winkwink Laura, who were coming too.  An Monty's hoomin Gary haz nefur been a hoomin to be too early fur ennyfing.  It'z a philosophical statement bout time an ternity an fings.  Or sumfing like dat.

Ennyway, dey all drived to da airport an dere wuzn't much time to spare.  So Gary went to park da car, while Laura an Gary's meowmie went to check in.  Well, Laura taked da tikkits an other paperz an went to da entry gate, while Gary's meowmie went to da check-in counter but she didn't haf da papers.  An she didn't haf enny ID either, cuz she'd cleened out her purse so she wudn't haf to carry too much an she'd furgot an left da ID behind.  So when Gary came frum parking da car he hadda run an git da papers frum Laura, but it wuz too late -- da plane had lefted wifout dem.  Dey hadda take da next plane, but dat wuzn't till 2:30 inna afternoon.  Dey hadda long long wait atta airport.  (But dat gave Gary time to drive home an git his meowmie's ID an to gif Monty sum fud an sum insulin an fings, so dat wuzn't too bad for him.  But Laura an Gary's meowmie weren't hafing much fun we don't fink.)  An dey hadda call alla people in Mew York City an say dey were gonna be late -- da Pet Taxi people who were gonna pick dem up atta airport, an da hotel people -- an da sootcase people, cuz dere sootcases got onna morning plane efen if dey didn't git on theirownselfs.  Dey were spozed to git to Mew York about 6:30 eestern time, an insted dey were gonna git dere just after midnight.  An if dey cudn't find dere sootcases when dey got to Mew York (ackshually, da plane wuz landing in Mew Jersey, rite next to Mew York), dey wud only haf da clothez on dere baks to ware.  But at leest dey had Monty wif dem, riding inna cabin uv da plane, an not losted wif alla sootcases!

Den, when dey finally got onna plane, da plane door wudn't close!  Da flite attendants an da other plane people tried an tried an tried to close da door -- yew can't fly a airplane wif da door open we gess.  Finally, after half an hour or so, dey clozed da door.  An away dey flew!  Dey hadda fly to Denfur, where dey wud haf to catch another plane to Mew York City.  An since da furst plane wuz late, dey wudn't haf much time to runrunrun to git da second plane.  So Sherry our Hoomin's bruvver Gary called her onna phonetalkfingy frum da airplane, somewhere ofur Wyoming.  An told her dis whole story.  We fink dat's a whole lotta advenchur when Monty hazn't even got to Mew York or been inna contest yet!  (Monty, by da way, taked drugz, so he wuzn't yelling an wuz hafing a nice mellow plane ride.  Gitting gud an rested up fur da big contest da next day.)

Did dey git to Denfur?  Did dey git da plane to Mew York?  Whut happened next?  Keep on staying tuned fur da next chapter in Monty's big advenchur!

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