Indeed, a messenger pigeon was following the flying hut, which was somewhere over India.
Maria reached out and pulled the pigeon inside.
“It's a parcel from Freckles!” Maria exclaimed.
Conrad and Logan gathered around to read.
“Hon,
Milks in the fridge.
In case you didn't understand the coded message above, it means that I'm heading to Canada.
Please try to find me. I'm hungry, and want milk.
I... need company!
Btw, now that you read this message, it probably means that you will be stalked by various governmental companies who are hunting me.
Good luck surviving!
If not your mother,
your burden.
-Pebbles”
“Yay! Freckles misses you!” Logan smiled happily.
“HAY!” Gargillya called up to Gargillya. “Turn around, hon! We're heading to Canada!”
Gargillya didn't reply!
“HAAAAAAY!” Maria, Conrad, and Logan screamed.
“F... fight... FIGHTER JETS!!” Gargillya screamed.
From the floor, Gargillya's grandmother moaned with fear.
Maria, Conrad, and Logan raced to the window.
Fighter jets were chasing them.
“BAD, UNSTEALTHY MESSENGER PIGEON!” Maria screamed at the pigeon, kicking it out of the hut.
The fighter jet closest to them shot rockets at the hut, which Gargillya barely avoided.
“#@$@#%!” a voice from the jet called. “Surrender, and give us that letter!”
“NEVER!” Conrad screamed.
“FLY, GARGILLYA, FLY!” Maria screamed.
“If I can lose them,” Gargillya whispered to herself,” I can safely get to Canda.”
They were already back to Trenton, New Jersey.
“Wow,” Logan said.
“CAR MODE, ACTIVATE!” Gargillya screamed.
The hut morphed into a car, and dropped down into a crowded highway.
“Curses!” a fighter jet pilot cried to the other pilot in the other jet. “Don't let them out of your sight!”
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