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.
Niko flew the Beechcraft to the Anchorage airport, and parked it.
“Good luck!”
“Thanks.”    
Star got in the cockpit and the dogs, guys, and girls boarded. Star was a trainee, yet he was a pilot of a 747. Not a co-pilot, not a navigator, but a pilot. Gary was the co-pilot, and Russell was the navigator. Star turned the engines on and turned the APU off. Another 747 came in, A 777 took off, an A340 came in, an A380 came in, and a 787, which was just released, went out.
Star took off, lifted the nose, and saw the clouds. From there it was smooth sailing.
About 5 hours later, Star felt a large shake. Just then, there was a flame out on engine 2. It burst into flames. The flames spread to engine 1. However, it didn’t only catch on fire, it exploded.
“We have no power on the left side!”
The fire on engine 2 reached the fuel line. The left wing blew off. The plane was out of control. They were flying over sea. Star saw an island near where they were going to crash.
“I’m going to try to land on that large island.”
Star got slight control of the plane, and tried to level out the plane. The plane got into the island. A tree tore off the right wing, and the plane slammed down.
About 3 hours later, Star woke up.
“Hey, I’m alive!”
Star looked behind him to see a whole bunch of rubble blocking the door.
“Ahh, God damn it!”
Star cleared the rubble, opened the top deck door. He realized he was alone.
“Ahh, oh God.”
Star started to cry. He was alone, his friends were dead, and it couldn’t get worse. Just then, a lower door opened. A man came out. It immediately closed. He was blackened by dirt and dust. Star went over, and licked the crap off his face. He recognized the guy.
“Rob!”
“Hey buddy. Where’s Nikki?”
“I was in the cockpit, so I‘m not sure. Where’s Lars?”
“I… well… he’s…”
Just then, the door busted open. Lars, Niko, and Louis came out. After them, Nikki and Kaltag. After them, Jenna, Mallory, Packie, and Roman. Then Steele, Dixie, Little Jacob, Michele, and Brucie. Then Zoey and Francis.
“Hey, Louis, you look like $#!&,” Francis said.
Louis was covered in white stuff. Originally, he was black, but now he’s white. Star licked him.
“Where are Balto and Bill?” Dixie asked.
Just then, Star heard a noise coming from the plane.
“Guys, we better run!” Star said
“Why?” James asked.
“The plane will explode any minute now.”
The right wing that was lost in the landing was still connected. They used that as a ramp to get down. Lars got stuck on the wingtip.
“Don’t worry about me, save yourselves.”
“No, I am getting you out!” Star yelled.
Star freed Lars, then they ran. When everyone was safely away from the plane, they looked back. It exploded. Went boom boom.
Bill went flying out of the plane.
“Oww, Damn it, I’m down here!” Bill yelled.
“I got you.” Star said.
Star cheated Bill back to normal.
“We’ve lost Balto.” Francis said.
The two female dogs burst into tears.
“No… you didn’t. Ahh.” Balto said.
“Balto, you’re alive!” Niko yelled.
Balto thrusted down, and rolled to his back.
“Oh God, Balto, what is that!?” Jenna asked.
“I… fell out of the plane… hit a stick… got most of it out… but it’s…” Balto died as he spoke.
“Balto!” Jenna yelled.
“He’s dead!” Kaltag said.
“I can’t heel him with that thing sticking out.” Star complained.
“Someone will have to take that thing out.” Packie said.
Everyone backed off, and left it to Star.
“Me? No!,” Star hesitated, “Alright.”
Star grasped the stick, closed his eyes, and pulled it out.
“Oh God!” Dixie said.
Star put the cheat phone on Balto, and entered the cheat. Balto jumped up.
“Balto, you’re alive!” Jenna said.
Just then, a food cart landed next to them. Then another, then 3 more.
“We have a food supply!” Niko yelled.
That night, the plane was still on fire. Everyone gathered there to keep warm for the night. When Kaltag woke up, the plane was only sizzling.
“I lost a drum kit.” Lars said.
“I lost a guitar.” Kirk said.
“I lost a bass.” Rob said.
“I lost a mic and a guitar.” James said.
Just then, 4 bags fell from the sky. 2 had guitars with amps, 1 had a drum kit, and the last had a bass with an amp.
“Yes, hell yeah!” Lars yelled
Metallica played a bunch of songs of their songs. That passed about 6 hours
They saw a plane pass overhead.
“Wait! We need help!”
“Down here!”
“Help!”
“Please!”
The plane passed.
“Damn it! We were close.” Packie said.
“That is sucks, rasta. I is gettin’ sick o’ dis Crap,” Little Jacob said.
“We’ve only been here for a day,” Louis said.
Back in Nome, Tony was watching TV.
“United flight 1992 crashed on a small island west of London. The large 747 had nearly 300 passengers. All we know right now, is people are stranded. We have no idea how many passengers died. CNN reports.”
“What! Oh God, that was Star and Kaltag were on that flight!” Tony yelled.
Tony went out to talk to his friend, George Lopez.
“Dude, Star and Kaltag’s plane went down.”
“Oh, that sucks, man.”
“Wait, Star has a cheat phone! Wait there’s no service out there.”
“Oldelay.”
“And I don’t know how to fly a plane.”
“Aww, that sucks man.”
“Wait, we can send a helicopter out there! Crap, helicopters can’t go that far.”
“Oldelay!”
“And a plane the size that can go out there can’t land on that island.”
“OLDELAY! You only have one choice, sled out there.”
“I can’t sled on the ocean.”
“I meant to Anchorage.”
“Oh.”
“Get pilot lessons, get the Beechcraft, and fly out.
“Hopefully it will make it.”
“It should.”
That night, Tony set out on a sled. Ralph saw Tony set out.
“That’s what the retard gets.”
Tony got to a small town that had a plane. It was for sale as a matter of a fact. Tony bought it, left the dogs and sled to be taken care of, got pilot lessens, then flew out. He got to Anchorage. The plane was bigger than the Beechcraft and had a larger range. He filled the tank to the exceeded limit. The plane took about 8 hours to get there. A 747 went about 600 mph. This little Saab 340 only went 300 maybe 400 mph.
“Everyone! Rescue is here!” Packie yelled.
Everyone boarded the plane. Tony investigated the crash, studied the black box with Star’s help, then set out. Star watched the dead, burnt 747 as he ascended.
They got to Anchorage airport. The leader of United was there.
“Star, you’re fired.”
“Damn it!”
Tony forgot to fill up the plane for the trip back.
“That was some day and a half,” Mallory said.
“Yeah it was rasta, I was ’bout to loose m’ mind out dere.” Little Jacob said.
“I’m surprised I found a way to make it,” Tony said.
Just then, Tony heard the plane shut down.
“What now!?”
The propellers were dead still and the plane was falling not rapidly though. It had both wings and these tiny little planes have amazing lift. Tony lowered the landing gear, and the landing gear touched down. When the nose wheels lowered, the plane slid to the right in the snow. The plane’s right wing scraped the ground, and the plane came to a stop.
“Not again! I hate planes!” Francis said.
“I’m getting sick of this $@#&!” Kaltag said.
“Me too,” Star said.
“But this time, we’re in the Alaskan tundra,” Niko pointed out.
“I hate the cold,” Francis said.
“The plane is stood upright on its wheels.” Star said.
“I hate wheels.”
“Francis, shut up! We don’t need to hear what you hate!” Brucie said.
That night, Jenna was laying on her back, when Balto sat on top of her. He was looking hard at her. Jenna woke up and saw Balto on top of her.
“Balto, are you high?”
“No.”
“Are you drunk?”
“No.”
“Are you on steroids?”
“No.”
“Balto, this feels wrong.”
“Ok.”
Balto laid down on top of Jenna. Balto noticed that the snow was almost to the window.
“Balto, I’m scared.”
Jenna dug her face into Balto’s chest. Balto and Jenna were hugging tightly.
Star went to the lavatory and prayed. The Saab 340 has a lavatory.
“God, if you have the snow stop, and free us and let us get to town, I will crawl on my elbows and knees down the cobble stone path in Mexico. Please let us get to town.”
“Shuts up Star, no one needs to you pray dere!” Nikki yelled.
“Make me!”
“I’m will come in that bathroom, and bust your @$#!”
“You couldn’t even beat up Dixie! No offence Dixie.”
“None taken,” Dixie replied.
“Let me in, or I’ll bust the door down!”
“Alright, fine.”
Nikki locked the door. The dogs heard the punches and sounds. Then, they heard a toilet flush. Star came out triumphantly.
“He didn’t go down the toilet, did he?” Balto asked.
“No.”
“Did he die?”
“No.”
“Well I am pissed at you.”
Balto grabbed Star’s arm. Star pulled out his cheat phone. Balto broke Star’s arm. Lars, Niko, and Louis saw that, and all 3 kicked Balto, hard. Star couldn’t ignore the pain. He could raise his cheat phone and enter. He was in way too much pain.
“Ahh! Kaltag… please help… me!”
A few tears dropped from Star’s eye. Kaltag took the phone, put it on Star’s paw then entered.
“Thanks so much!”
Star got up, and squeezed Kaltag as hard as he could. He also added a few licks.
“Star, I’m smothered too much with love! Please let go.”
Star let go, then pulled out a shotgun.
“Adios, Balto!”
Star pulled the trigger, but nothing came out.
“Oh right, I have to cock it.”
Star cocked the shotgun, then put his finger on the trigger.
“Wait, if I blow a hole through you, it will go through you and it will bust a hole through the plane.”
“Phew, did I miss anything?” Nikki said.
“I was about to shoot Balto.”
“Queer.”
“Yee. Look, I’m sorry I flushed your head down the toilet.”
“It’s ok, I’m sorry I attacked you.”
“It’s good.”
Just then, the plane lifted from the snow.
“This is the U.S. Navy, we’re here to take you home.”
They had one of those specialized helicopter that are able to lift up a Saab 340. Though it did take a few helicopters, just to be safe.
When they got to Nome, the dogs went home. A few hours later, Kaltag and Star went to a bar. When they got out, they were totally drunk. A police officer came by.
“I got a few drunk dogs, I’m going to check them out.” the officer said.
“Roger that.” the chief said over the radio.
“Hi there, how are you doing tonight?”
“Ahh, guy in blue!” Star said.
“Hi, copper,” Kaltag said.
“Ok, then, I’m going to test you.”
“I hate tests,” Kaltag said.
“I need to see if you’re drunk.”
“Make it quick.”
“Ok, you,” The cop pointed to Star, “put your paw on your head.”
Star out his paw on his private area.
“Ok then. You,” the officer pointed to Kaltag “say the alphabet backwards.”
“Ehh, A, ehh, B, ehh, A.”
“Can I take my paw off my nads now?” Star asked the cop.
“I didn’t even ask you to do that.”
“Oh, well thanks, it was starting to hurt.”
“I’m going to have to take you to the police station, to be processed.
The dogs, still drunk, got in the police car. Star licked it on the way. He also played with the window. Once they got to the police station, Star and Kaltag’s drunkness slightly wore off.
The next day, Kaltag and Star woke up to find themselves in a cell in the police. It had spiders and crawling rodents.
“I’m scared,” Star said, “I want my mommy!”
“It’s ok, Star, We’ll be out eventually. Hopefully.”
There was a short pause.
“Hey, wait, you got me into this mess, I’m not going to comfort you!”
Star started crying. Kaltag put in ear plugs. An officer came by to tell the news. Star wiped up his tears and jumped up. He got Kaltag.

Will Star and Kaltag go to jail, or be released? Join us next time.