The afternoon sun was hot, hot enough to make Pilot Cookie take off the carf on his neck. He knelt beside the slightly dented fuselage of his trusty biplane, struggling with some wires with his tools.

"This is the last time I try to land directly on a cloud that looks like a giant stack of pancakes, Cloud Pelican," Pilot Cookie muttered, grunting as he tightened a bolt near the propeller assembly. "It turns out, pancake clouds are mostly just mist."

Cloud Pelican, who was floating nearby, simply let out an innocent coo. It dipped its head, momentarily forgetting the mechanical emergency in favor of searching for treats.

Pilot Cookie wiped a streak of grease from his brows, pushing his goggles up onto his cap. "Not yet, pal! We need to get this old girl flying again so we can sample the whole ocean!"