Written by: Chorins96
Author’s Note: Roy MacGregor owns The Screech Owls.
Feedback on Story. I know it sucks
but not that much.
Mr. Dillinger pulled into the Pearson Airport parking lot. He went up and
down the rows until he found Muck's car. When Mr. Dillinger parked the van and
turned it off, he yelled, "Everyone outta my van!"
Nish, Data, Derek, Travis and the rest of the screech owls hurried out of the van. Mr. Dillinger was the last one out as usual.
All the owls ran to the back of
the van to get their luggage. Travis was handed two hockey bags. One of them
had all the teams’ sweaters in it and the other had nothing but gloves. The
bags where rather large but they didn’t weigh much. Nish was not as lucky. He
was handed Sara’s suitcase and the bag of pucks. Nish groaned and hurled the
bag over his shoulder.
"What did you pack?"
Nish asked Sara. "Rocks?"
"Awwwww," Sara said
mockingly. "Is Nish not strong enough to carry a little bag?"
"I’m strong enough,"
Nish reassured her.
"Then quit whining,"
Sara shot back.
After all the owls were given
something to carry, Muck cleared his throat indication for them to stop. He got
the owl’s brief attention.
"Our plane terminal is
B11-02," Muck announced. "We’re going to have to run for it if we’re
going to make it. Now everyone stay together."
All the screech owls nodded.
"All right," Muck said. "Everyone follows me."
Much took his two bags and started
in a brisk jog. The rest of the screech owls strained to keep up with him. Near
the end of the line Faud and Data had a hard time keeping up with the rest of
the owls. At the end was Derek. He had the heaviest bag.
"Wait," Derek cried.
"Wait for me!"
Derek fell and had to tie his
shoelaces.
Derek could no longer see Muck or
any of the other screech owls. Derek was lost. He stood looking at all the
people rushing by him.
"Hello Sir," Derek said
to a tall man in a suit. He just rushed by poor Derek.
Derek walked up to a desk with the
women sitting behind it. She didn’t look very pleasant. She wore thick, wire
rim glasses and wore her silver hair tightly in a bun.
"Hello Miss," Derek
squeaked.
The old lady glared at Derek over
her thick glasses and asked, "Can I help you sir?"
Derek gulped. "Can you tell
me where terminal B11-02 is?"
The lady said nothing and opened a
book. It must have been a blue map of the airport. Derek peered over the desk
and looked at the book that the lady was looking up. She was turning pages.
Then all of a sudden, she stopped and glanced up at Derek.
"Could you not lean over the
desk Sir," She said sternly.
Derek quickly obeyed. The lady
then continued to look slowly though the books. Derek was getting irritable.
The owls were already late because of what Nish did earlier in the van. Derek
was the responsible one. He didn’t want to miss this chance of a lifetime.
The lady suddenly looked up.
"Go down this way," She said pointing in the direction that Derek was
going before, "Go right. The turn on your second left. A right and a left
and then you’re there."
Derek shook his head and said,
"Thank you."
Derek took off heading in the
direction that the lady had told him to go. When he had finally gotten there,
there was a lone man standing at the entrance of gate. Derek stood there for a
moment where the man said, "Can I help you sir?"
Derek approached him and showed
him his ticket. The man took it and grunted.
"I’m afraid you missed your
flight," the man said giving Derek his ticket back.
Derek, where his shoulders slumped
went to go find a pay phone. It was going to be a long night for young Mr.
Dillinger.
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At the same time, Faud and Data
were also trying to keep up with Muck. Muck was way ahead of them. Just then,
Vince Carter stepped in front of Faud and Data. Data almost ran into Vince.
Data stood there stunned. Vince Carter stared at Data and then laughed. Data
was wearing a Toronto Raptores baseball cap on. Data took off his baseball cap
and dug in his owl’s coat to produce a pen.
"Mr…..Mr….Carter," Data
said. "Could yo…you sign my hat?"
Data then felt a strong sharp jab
to his upper thigh. Data ignored Faud’s jabs. He smiled at handed Vince Carter
a pen and his hat. Vince took the hat and signed it.
"Thanks," Data squeaked.
"Anytime," Vince smiled.
Data felt a real hard nudge. Data
glared at Faud. "I guess we should be on our way," Data said just as
Faud pulled him towards the terminal that he saw Muck was go toward.
"Bye Mr. Carter," Data
shouted. Data gave a small wave. Vince Carter returned it.
Data then took off with Faud.
"Why did you do that for?"
"We’re going to be
late," Faud said running toward the B11 terminal. At the gate a man was
waiting. Faud handed him the plane ticket. Data did as well.
"Did we make it?" Faud
asked. The man looked at the ticket. On the front it said terminal B11.
"You going to Europe?"
the man replied.
"Yes sir," Data said.
"Well, you just made it. The plane
is just about to take off." The man opened the door to gate B11-01.
"Thank you," Faud said
turning to go down the courier. Data followed right behind him. When they
finally reached the plane, a flight attendant greeted them.
"Hello boys," she smiled.
"Take a seat."
Faud and Data took a seat near the
back of the airplane. Data wanted the window seat. In front of the two screech
owls was a tall, old man snoring. Data looked out the window at the to see the
plane to see it taking off.
Around five minutes later, one of
the stewardess took a hold of the microphone and said,” Good Evening Ladies and
Gentlemen. The plane is approaching four thousand feet. In fifteen minutes,
waiters will be around to take your order. This is a non-stop flight from Toronto,
Canada to Zurich, Switzerland. Enjoy your flight and thank you for flying Air
Canada."
Faud and Data stared at each
other. "Switzerland!!!" they screamed.
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Next Chapter: Misfortunate Muck