A Balto Christmas

Still same, I guess.

Star woke up. He called Niko.
“Hey, Niko, can you give me pilot lessons?”
“Sure, I’ll be there in an hour. Wait a minute. Aren’t you already a pilot?”
“Oh right. Never mind.”
Star called United Airlines.
“Hi, could be a pilot there?”
“Sure. What’s your name?”
“Star.”
“Birth date?”
“October 16, 1922.”
“Ok, you will fly a 747 to London.”
“Out of where?”
“Anchorage.”
“Cool. When is the flight?”
“Tomorrow at 10:45 am.”
The next day, Star wrote a note to Tony, and called all the dogs and people to get last minute tickets....