"Blogville tower, this is Camel three zero zero, requesting flyby, over!"
"Negative Camel three zero zero, the pattern is full!"
Shiloh smiled and said, "That sounds like Baxter! Time to Buzz the tower!"
He swooped down, and gunned up the engine.
Down in Blogville Airport, Baxter was sitting beside the control tower window, showing his stuffed mallard all the different types of planes coming in, and munching on his snackilicious gummi worms.
They watched a small twin-engine airliner descending, and Baxter held up Duck-Duck, and said, "Look, there's a DC-3."
Suddenly, they heard a loud engine, coming closer, and closer. Baxter looked up, saw a green biplane, and said, "And that plane coming towards us is a Sopwith Camel.........Coming towards us?!! Hit the deck!" He then grabbed Duck-Duck, and dove to the ground, spilling his snackilicious gummi worms all over the floor. Angrily, he bit into Duck-Duck, and growled.
The small biplane was about to crash through the window, when it very suddenly swerved upward and went into a steep climb. Over the radio, Baxter heard a voice say, "Hey little buddy! Remember your old pal Shiloh?"
Baxter growled again.
By now, the Badyear Blimp had landed, and Shasta and Tasha had just climbed up into the control car to wait for Snoopy, who was still discussing the game with Easy.
Tasha gazed in awe at the digital electronic control panel, sat in the pilot seat, and said, "What do all these things do?"
Shasta squinted at the panel, and said, "Those are the radar screens, and here's the anemometer, that tells wind speed, and that's the altimeter, that tells how high you are, see, it says zero right now. And those are the engine throttles........."
At that moment, up at the nose, Puddles, Francine, and Ernestine were looking up at the mooring mast. Francine saw the ladder, and said, "I'm not going up there."
"Me either", said Ernestine.
"You guys are such puppies", Puddles said, climbing up the ladder.
Suddenly, they heard a siren, and spied Sarge driving down the field. Francine looked up the ladder, and said, "Well, what are we waiting for?"
"Let's go", Ernestine yelled.
They all scrambled up the mooring mast.