Ready for launch! I hope...

[rrbando_rambo]

It was late afternoon at the Ranger tree. Dale snapped to attention, one hand to the wheel and the other, the throttle. What was he doing again? The Ranger Wing Gadget was working on....oh yeah! He'd show Gadget he had a knack for this flying stuff! He tapped the gyroscope on the dash thoughtfully. Just gotta make sure all systems are go... he passed over all the gizmos, making sure this one blinked and that one spun. Dale's gaze wondered over the windshield, out into that great dreamscape of the unknown. It was like one of those video game landscapes that only rendered as you passed through it, a whole new world, a whole new trail to blaze. He sucked in a breath, sticking out his chest importantly as he glanced over his shoulder, waving back at Gadget, or maybe it was Chip. "Rrrready!" The words escaped him mechanically, just as the engines revved. As he focused on depressing the throttle to the correct level, the dash suddenly shifted in shape. He had taken careful note of those controls! "Eh?" He breathed, hoping to dismiss it with a blink. The Ranger Wing shot off the landing strip, and Dale was attempting to level the plane. Turn off the thrusters! NO, the button is GONE!? He then attempted to adjust the throttle. Locked. Wheel? Locked!? With a terrified cry Dale tried the ejection seats. Before it hit the ground in a heap, the chipmunk tumbled out from the wreckage, unscathed. Dale sat up and readjusted his googles, popping out the glass on both eyepieces after noticing they had been trashed.