Chapter: If you give MC a tool kit ...

Chapter 3: Giving MC a Toolbox ...
Well, there we are sitting in our plane again and we are threatened by a few guys. Everything is as usual, it's almost everyday life for us.
"Can't we just start our plane again and just leave?" Asks MC, annoyed by the Greenpeacers who have set up a stand in front of our plane and painted signs. They run around in circles with them and do a little demonstration in front of our plane. They really have a quirk!
I then finally concentrate on MC`s question. Start again, okay. Well, for that we would have to have the bikes outside. Something gives me the feeling that the wheels play a central role in starting ... Her DJ is explaining that too. "What a bummer!", MC then shouts and angrily kicks the floor. In the next moment it breaks through. "Man, who would have thought that an airplane would rust so quickly ..." says DJ and points to the brown spots all over our plane.MC broke through the floor and is now lying on one of the wheels below. "Guys, that gives me an idea ..." she says and puts on her mean grin. I automatically have a bad premonition, just like DJ. MC also grabs a toolbox, gets the bike up into the cockpit and throws us out so that she has "enough rest". An hour later (the Greenpeacers are already throwing organic waste at us) we can see their masterpiece.
"A ... unicycle?" I ask as a precaution and actually: One of the airplane rolls, twice as big as me with pedals, that MC has built from our suitcases, is right in front of us in the cockpit. "Now we have a means of transportation!" She exclaims happily. There is only one problem: none of us can ride a unicycle. MC didn't expect that and is upset that we're just stupid.
"We could throw the wheel at the Greenpeacer!" Suggests DJ.That would be easier, but none of us can throw a three-meter wheel further than five millimeters. So that doesn't work either. Then I'll have to think about something ... "We'll just disappear through the hole that MC has dug into the ground! If the peacers won't come along ..." That is still our best idea. Said and done. We squeeze through the hole and get out, just in time, as we find out shortly afterwards. The peacers throw a BAB (biodegradable bomb) on our plane! It looks like a tomato, but it has the power of a classic hand grenade, in short: The plane is dismantled into its individual parts and my whole troop first gets a crying fit. I keep dragging the two of them (I don't cry for planes ...), throw them over the nature protection fence and then jump after them myself. I look around again and see a couple of Greenpeacers doing an Indian dance around their "victim" and holding up their signs. What a primitive species ...After a certain time we come to the beach and only see: water. Then I spot a ship on the horizon. Me and DJ want to swim there immediately, but MC says: "Uh, Leudz, this is not a normal ship. This is ..." "SCHNAUZE!", We answer. She doesn't have to complain if our escape route is only two meters away! Nevertheless, for once we should have listened to them ...

:;:;:;:; In the next chapter we will finally get support ... Can't be that people want to kill us all the time! We're only human ... (howl):;:;:;:;