We open seeing Lauren's purple Chevy Bel Air stopping in the desert. All four doors opened, George got out from the driver's side, Lauren from the passenger side, and Ralph and Hal from the back. George moved farther away from the car, checking out the lay of the land.

Ralph stepped up to Lauren. "Um, I don't mean to be rude, but did we have to bring him, too?"

Hal nodded. "All we want to do is work on flying."

"George thinks he might be able to help, especially if he can see what you two are doing wrong." Lauren paused, making a face. "Those were his words, not mine."

"Well," Hal began, "I suppose it could be worse. Rob doesn't like to fly nor does he like the suits and Tommy just goes along with it. Besides myself, George is the only other one who really enjoys it." He pulled off his overcoat.

"I wonder if those little green guys had a hand in your suits, too, or if they saw yours and based mine off of them?" Ralph commented, eyeing the red and black suit Hal wore. He pulled off his overcoat, took Hal's, and tossed both in the back of the car.

"I kinda like yours better, Ralph. I like the insignia," Hal said.

George rejoined them. "Well, gang, it looks like a good day for flying... and crashing." Lauren smacked his arm. "I'm kidding!"

"Too bad it's true, though. I still fly like I've been hit by a can of Raid!" Ralph said.

"Take off time, then!" George motioned to the open desert. "I'll see what I can do about figuring out why you fly like that."

"Works for me." With that, Ralph took a running three steps and launched into the air. His ascent was relatively flawless, but when he leveled out, he looked like he'd been hit with sudden turbulence, going this way and that, flying every which way but straight. He banked a turn and leveled off momentarily. He turned again for the full u-turn, with the same results. He was all over the place until right before coming in for a landing, when he was finally leveled off again.

The other three watched Ralph come in for the landing. He tried hard to get his feet under him, but he couldn't bring them down fast enough. He took a belly flop right into the sand, cape draping itself over his head. He lifted his head and pulled the cape away. "Damn."

Lauren walked over and offered him a hand to help him up, which he accepted. Ralph dusted himself off as they rejoined Hal and George.

George scratched the back of his head. "That was..."

"The worst flight I've had in a while," Ralph said, frowning. "I felt like I did when I flew for the first time."

"And you were concentrating on flying the whole time?" George asked, and Ralph nodded. "Hmm..." He looked up at the sky. "Maybe there's more wind up there...?"

"Just a little bit, though, not enough to bounce me around like a pinball game," Ralph replied, folding his arms over his chest.

"I"ll try next," Hal said. He moved back and tried the same take off as Ralph. After the third step, he landed with both feet and launched himself up. Sure enough, he took off into the air.

George nodded. "Hal's gotten alot better with his take offs. He actually gets off the ground now."

Hal flew shakily. Even his ascent wasn't completely level like Ralph's had been. Hal would dip down, then go back up. He'd move to the left, then to the right, and vice versa. He went to turn around and actually tumbled in mid air, but it turned him around completely. He headed back, flying the exact same way and started for a landing.

The others watched him get his feet swung down, but swung too far and he landed on his back side, digging out a small rut with his feet. Again, Lauren went over and offered a hand. Hal accepted and she helped pull him to his feet.

Hal frowned as the joined George and Ralph. "I almost had the landing that time!"

George shook his head. "But you were all over the place up there, Hal." He paused, looking up. "I need to figure something out." With that, George began to pull off the shirt he was wearing.

"George...?" Lauren began to question, but she and the others soon realized that George also wore his MonkeeMan suit, but under his clothes, the way that Ralph usually did.

George tossed his shirt in the car, then his pants. "I think I'll make a visit to the wild blue yonder and see what I can come up with." He merely aimed for the sky and took off like a shot, at a perfect 45-degree angle. Hal and Ralph watched in awe, Ralph with his jaw practically on the ground, as George soared through the air.

"Show off," Lauren said, shaking her head.

"How...?" Ralph began, but couldn't get the question out.

"George is a true flyer. He may not like flying in airplanes, but he loves gliders and even built his own gyrocopter once. He's perfectly fine as long as he's in control of it, hence his extreme dislike for airplanes." Lauren watched as George started doing loops in the air, then start in on a landing.

Ralph frowned. "How does he land?"

"In the same manner as he flies..." Lauren replied.

Sure enough, George came in for his landing and got his down perfectly. He touched down, running a bit, then jogged over to the others. He joined them and shrugged. "I'm sorry, guys, I don't know what to tell you. I'm completely baffled. There's only a very slight breeze up there."

Lauren's eyes widened slightly. "I think I may have it." The three guys turned to her. "Don't look at me like that. Just because I don't have super powers or my own magic jammies doesn't mean that I can't help." She turned specifically to Ralph and Hal. "I don't mean anything rude by this, but I think it's all in your heads. Neither of you is very comfortable with flying, whereas George loves it, hence his showing off just now. I think you two just need to work on straightening out your flights, by having more faith in yourselves and your powers that you will stay in the air. Once your flight paths get straightened out, if your landings still need work, we'll work on them."

Ralph sighed. "She's got a point. I'm not a big fan of heights, so I do get scared when flying around."

"I'm the same way," Hal agreed.

George grinned. "We've made a breakthrough."

Hal beamed. "Thank you, Lauren!"

"Thanks, Lauren!" Ralph said and gave her a one-armed hug.

George quirked an eyebrow. "Umm..."

Ralph's cheeks flushed and he moved away from Lauren, heading back toward the car. Hal followed after him.

Lauren groaned. "George..."

"What?"

Lauren sighed. "I'll talk to him later about it."

"Good," George said, and they headed back for the car, also.

The End.