Stan: Now this is interesting. Someone brought their own Mercedes-Benz to Castaway Cay, and such a vintage one no less. But what's it supposed to do out there?

::At the same time, the former runway is cleared by security staff. Not too long after this is accomplished, an aircraft is seen approaching the island for the first time after years. The former runway is turned back into an actual runway when a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Learjet_60"Learjet 60</a> touches down on the tarmac.::

Stan: A Learjet? Now this is really interesting. Apparently, we'll see a VIP tonight.

::Unseen by the people aboard and around the Disney, it taxies to the far end of the runway. Seconds later, a shiny black North American <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P-51_Mustang#P-51D_and_P-51K"P-51D Mustang</a> replica, more than half a century old, thunders over the island at high speed. At the same time, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins starts to play in the background.::

Stan: Whenever you think you've seen everything... something like this happens. Nobody told me an airshow was part of tonight's Golden Acorn Awards.

::The Mustang turns and slows down over the sea before approaching in a similar way as the Learjet did before. It finally touches down on the old runway.::

Stan: If more planes come in tonight, they'll need to mow down the forest to make parking space for them all. Oh, I was just told we'll have footage from the runway.

::The TV transmission cuts to a camera team on the runway, all public access to which has been closed by the local security. The Mustang has come to a halt behind the Learjet. The canopy opens, and out comes the mouse whom many have already expected in that plane--Midnight. Little more of his outfit can be seen than a white scarf, a light brown trench coat, and a pair of black pants. He climbs down the wing and lends his only passenger, Dawn van Zant, a helping hand while she gets out of the aircraft. The two mice make a remarkable pair with their similar trench coats.::

Stan: Ah yes, this is of course Midnight and his famous plane The Storm. With him is Dawn van Zant. As I was told, her mother is not only the sister of Gadget Hackwrench's mother, but also a leading member of tonight's catering crew together with her husband. Oh, now the Learjet's door opens.

::Out comes an armadillo in a swallowtail who walks straight to <a href="http://www.cartype.com/pages/3479/mercedes-benz_600_pullman_limousine__1964"the Mercedes-Benz</a> and opens one the left rear door. He motions Midnight and Dawn to enter.::

Stan: This, ladies and gentlemen, is Armando, the musical director of the famous Las Vegas-based musical revue The Chipmunk Divine.

::Next, two mice leave the Learjet, one white-furred boy and one girl with long black hair and a hint of Asian ancestry.::

Stan: And here are Todd White and Melissa Mayfield. They're part of The Chipmunk Divine's line-up, too. He plays the synthesizers, and she is the violin soloist. I've been told that the other members of the Destiny Unlimited Orchestra are already on board, but these two have been granted a special status for what heroic deeds they did not long ago.

::The last one to leave the jet is a quite familiar female chipmunk.::

Stan: Well, this is the VIP we've probably been waiting for all the time. Ladies and gentlemen, Clarice!

::Armando takes his place behind the wooden steering-wheel of the German limousine and drives away from the jet, past the security, and stops right in front of the red carpet. Thanks to the live video footage from the runway, the many Clarice fans are already excited before they see their star. The armadillo gets out, walks around the car, and opens the door again. The first to step onto the red carpet are Midnight and Dawn, both of whom seem to have fans of their own. They are followed by Todd and Melissa who, like Midnight and Dawn before, walk along the red carpet hand in hand. Clarice, however, is the one who receives the most cheers.::

Clarice: (throws kisses at the audience) Hello, everyone! And hello, Mr. Blather!

Stan: Good afternoon, Miss Clarice! You're going to perform tonight?

Clarice: Well, it wouldn't be half as exciting if I told you beforehand, would it?

Stan: I see, tonight's schedule is a surprise again.

Clarice: Exactly. See you later! (waves at him and at the camera)

Stan: She wasn't really talkative. Okay, let's see who comes next.

RR-Crusader

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the island, a black figure wearing scuba gear emerges slowly from the sea. He takes a look around to make sure no one is around to detect his presence. After walking a small distance, settling in the shadow of a tree, he removes his gear. Underneath he had another set of equipment for stealth and infiltration.

He then picked up a small headset and put it on. Pressing a small button on the ear piece, he then spoke in a low voice.

"Fixer, this is Pitch. I've reached waypoint one. Now proceeding with my main objective."

"Acknowledged, Pitch. The "Barracuda" will remain in position until you return for extraction."

"It will take some time before I have anything to report, I hope you brought a magazine of "Supercomputers", Fixer."

"Five of the latest issues, I've been busy lately. This trip gave me an opportunity to catch up.

So, just why did we come here anyway?"

"You waited until now to ask me? Besides, you already know why."

"I know why you are here, I just can't see why I had to tag along?"

"There's no way I could do this unless you helped me. Besides, the ASA owes me this."

"Indeed, Pitch. Just hurry back here when you're done. I'm a pretty fast reader."

"Roger, over and out."

Leaving the scuba gear under a bush, the figure made his way towards the harbor, cover by cover, shadow by shadow.

Jeanette Isabelle

Three Atlantean puddle jumpers hover into position, one behind the other. The first one touches down and the back door lowers forming a ramp. The first two to step out is Captain Yukino Pointer of the Haibane Federation battleship, the Pegasus and her husband Arik Pointer.

Stan: Yukino is in her usual white silk kimono whereas Arik fits the cliché of a red fox at a black tie affair.

The next three to exit the jumper are Jeanette Isabelle (in an ice blue evening gown), Cadet Jazz in her Atlantean cadet's uniform (a white uniform with a red collar, red cuffs and red buttons) and a clone of Gadget also in an Atlantean cadet's uniform.

Stan: Though Cadet Hackwrench is a clone of Gadget Hackwrench, every effort has been made to make the cadet an individual.

An Atlantean valet attendant enters the puddle jumper, the door closes and the jumper pulls away. The second Jumper touches down and the back door lowers forming a ramp. Shepherdess Hanna, the ship's chaplain, is in her attire of an Atlantean clergymouse: a blue suit, white shirt, red tie and a winged horse pined to the jacket of her suit. With her is Dr. Lewis Zimmerman II, the chief medical officer of the Pegasus. Together they exit the jumper. He is in his Atlantean officer's uniform (a white uniform with a blue collar, blue cuffs and blue buttons).

Stan: Unless there are hologram emitters around, Dr. Lewis Zimmerman II is in his Protocol 7 form.

A second Atlantean valet attendant enters the puddle jumper and pulls away. The third Jumper touches down and the back door lowers forming a ramp. Commander Reiko Asagiri is the first to exit the jumper.

Stan: Not only is Reiko Asagiri the second highest ranking officer of the Pegasus, classic music aficionados will recognize her name. Commander Reiko Asagiri is also a concert pianist.

Next Ensign Kaede Saito, and her teenage brother Minoru, exit the puddle jumper.

Stan: This is the first time for Kaede and Minoru Saito to make an appearance at the Golden Acorn Awards.

Finally a thirty-year-old female mouse exits the jumper. She is in her Atlantean officer's uniform.

Stan: Here we have Ensign Hatoko Kobayashi. In 1989 Hatoko Kobayashi became the youngest cadet to train aboard the Pegasus.

A third Atlantean valet attendant enters the puddle jumper and pulls away.

DOS & Arik

Jeanette Isabelle wrote:

Stan: Did Arik get the memo that this is a formal affair?

Hey, I resemble that remark! :lol:

Seriously, Jeanette, don't forget that I was wearing a suit at Lisa's wedding.

RangerReady23

As the day of the Golden Acorns progresses, many dignitaries and guests can be seen arriving at the famed Castaway Cay, milling in groups around the ship's red carpet as the day wears on. The great ship rocks gently at anchor, as a soft breeze ruffles the breakers atop the sparkling, sapphire waters, ever so slightly bending back the leaves of the coconut palms that line the bright, golden beaches.

Against the backdrop of this peaceful scene, some of those assembled begin to notice a soft rumbling, as if the air itself has begun to throb with a discernable rhythm. Most shake it off as awards day nerves, continuing their conversations and their hors'dourves with a slight tittering of sound. It readily becomes evident, however, that this is not the case, as the breeze increases to a brisk wind, and the rumbling sound becomes louder, and louder, and can clearly be heard from directly overhead. The ladies hold onto their wraps as the gentlemen secure their hats, watching the sun momentarily disappear, and then reappear, as a dark spot appears on the horizon. The spot grows larger with each passing moment, and in short order, resolves into the shape of a vessel. The sleek, elegant craft's streamlined warp drive nacelles fold up against it's shining sides as it makes it's approach, lending credence to the fact that even in today's market of functional ships and utilitarian thought, aesthetics do still matter to the starship designers of the world.

As the small ship begins to make it's descent, the watching crowd can easily see the block letters across it's nose, identifying it as a support craft of the USS Sovereign, NCC-1745. Across the shuttlecraft's angled sides, it's name can be clearly read, glistening in the evening sun...Anna Rosa. As the great starship's captain's yacht, it is always a clear indicator that the commander of the Sovereign is in a mood to be formal...or he just wants to make a really jam-up, grandiose entrance. The repulsors within the ventral underside of the ship flare to life, softening it's descent as final landing commences, and the vessel touches down gently on the sand, almost exactly matching lines with the red carpet. After a moment, the ship's gullwing hatches swing open and down, extending a gangplank to the pavement, with it's own red carpet in evidence, matching up with that one already flowing upward to the Wonder's boarding gate.

"Honor guard...HUP!"

A contingent of Starfleet marines marches down out of the craft in full uniform, and snaps to attention at either side of the red carpet, phaser rifles held at their shoulders, every button and braid polished and burnished to a high sheen, boots shining, without a hair out of place. A voice echoes out of the Anna Rosa with slight annoyance.

"Oh come on guys, give it a rest, willya? I only told you you could come along and meet Monty to trade war stories, remember?"

The group doesn't move, and a sigh can be heard from inside the ship's hatch.

"Oh all right, fine, play the Buckingham Palace gig if you want to. Just don't make me have to trip over ya'll."

Stepping out into the light, a tall, dark-haired mouse surveys the scene with a critical yet bemused gaze. RangerReady's dress Starfleet uniform glows with a soft glint in the setting sun, the command gold winking slightly in the last rays. Favoring a variant on the old TOS full dress, rather than the jumpsuits most of Starfleet have begun to embrace, RR prefers to cut a dashing figure at such formal occasions, carrying full captain's braids at his sleeves, with the glittering gold Starfleet delta pinned exactly so at the breast of his dress jacket.

"Come, my dear, we must go and frolic among the natives, for a while."

"Will you stop with that lordly shtick before I get a newspaper and whack you with it?"

"What? Can't a guy rib his friends a little?"

"Weeelll...I suppose so."

At RR's side, the lovely Flywheel Hackwrench walks down the gangplank, her deep blue evening gown sparkling against the background of her dark, raven tresses, bringing out the shimmering pools of her blue eyes admirably. RR flips a silver dollar to the porter.

"Send the lady's luggage to her stateroom, and the rest to mine, good sir."

"Aye-aye, cap'n. Where's that?"

"She's in the deluxe rooms reserved under Hackwrench, for the family."

"And you, sir?"

"The W.E. Disney Royal Suite."

"Very good. Welcome aboard, an' enjoy the evening."

"Oh, we plan to! If we can get away from these reporters before they descend, of course. Run for it!"

Gyrotank

/off-hand remark/*yes, it's reprint of my last year's idea, but since it never went anywhere, I think it's justified to repeat it here*/off-hand remark end/

::The air thunders as the huge six-engined plane flies over the Castaway Cay

Stan Blather: Oh, look! It's An-225 'Mriya', the world's heaviest and largest aircraft, the masterpiece by Antonov Design Bureau and the flagplane of "Antonov Airlines"! I wonder who's coming that way!

::The plane makes a broad circle over the area, then its cargo doors open and Gyrotank is deployed out of it. Broad parachutes pop up from his roof, making him slowly descend on the runway::

::Upon landing, Gyrotank draws in the parachutes back into his hull, then switches mode and drives off the platform on his plungers. The base of skateboard sparkles with fresh varnish. The steel hull shines in the beams of floodlights and sparkles off with photoflashes, radiating the aura of imperturbable confidence. Off the platform he stops and by revolving three times on its vertical axis acknowledges the crowd of reporters and onlookers and drives towards the ship ::

iceberg210

A loud rumbling and almost burbling comes from around the corner as a big old Ford Flatbed comes around the corner. A high pitch whine lets out from the truck making the random guests plug their ears.

"I'm sorry it appears that a local worker must have lost his course and has gone to the wrong dock," Stan said visibly annoyed.

The truck pulls up to the red carpet and stops rather abruptly. The wolf driving the vehicle calmly rolls down the window and motions over to Stan. "Hey I got a screen here I need to get on the ship, it's for a friend."

"This area is for most honored guests, not a delivery dock," Stan commented rather confused.

"Well can it be both?" the wolf asked displaying an invitation from the pocket of his all black suit.

"Sorry I didn't... wait who are you?" Stan asked with a sure note of doubt in his voice.

"I'm Erik "Ice" Berg, the gray wolf with blue eyes? The man from the West? Lover of snow and all things cold?" the wolf replied.

"Well I've never seen you but you do have an invitation," Stan weighed his options in his mind, surely it was a bit of a faux pas to refuse admittance to an invited guest but something didn't feel right. The reporter gazed desperately at the crowd hoping for some hint to whether the wolf belonged or not but recieved no such help from the audience. He shrugged and as he turned back to the truck to see the wolf on the side loosening the straps that held the rolled up screen to the back of the truck.

"Mr..." Stan started.

"Erik or Ice is fine," Ice said rolling up a strap into a neat coil.

"Regardless of whether you are meant to be here or not you'll still want to unload that somewhere else," Stan said sternly.

"Or here..."

"What?"

"Or I could just unload it here, and I think I'd rather go with that," Ice said coolly.

"Ummmmmm..." was all that managed to come from the bewildered reporter's mouth.

"Hey can I park over there?" Ice asked nonchalantly.

"I guess so... It's not in the way, although I mean do you need to park that beast right in front of everything."

"Probably not," the wolf replied. "How about this," he said as he motioned to a valet. "You know how to drive a stick?"

"Yessir!" the valet replied.

"Great, park it and bring the keys back to me on the boat before we depart, understood?"

"Yessir!" the valet replied.

"Are you actually listening or are you just saying 'yessir'?"

"Yessir!" the valet once more replied.

The wolf looked cautious but let out a laugh, handed over the keys to the truck, threw his bright pink tie over his shoulder so it wouldn't get in his way as he put the screen over his other shoulder.

"Well whoever that was," Stan said as all watched in silence as the wolf made his way down the carpet and onto the ship in a slow amble. "You got to hand it to him, he's one cool customer."

"No one can pass up the chance to hit puns off me can they?" Ice yelled from down the carpet.

"Nope," the crowd replied in laughter.

"Well at least no one made a joke off "Take it Easy" by the Eagles and my truck," Ice pondered as he handed the screen off to some workers who took it up onto the ship. The wolf turned around towards Stan once again and then reset his bright pink tie back in it's proper place, adjusted his dark black suit and took his hat and cane from another worker. "Cause I ain't no girl, and I slowed down to stop, not to take a look at you Stan," the gray wolf said as he blinked, tipped his hat and ascended the stairs to the ship.

Racebest

The next arrival put the Red Carpet audience in awe.

It was a...CLOUD! The cloud had a painted #9 on it as it pulled to a stop. Two patrons, a platypus in a tux, top hat and cane along with his companion. She was a mouse in purple glimmering dress.

They both hopped off the cloud and Race handed the Valet the keys.

"Be careful...it's a rental!" Race reminded the valet driver. The two hooked arms and walked along the red carpet with big smiles on their faces. Waving to the flashing cameras, responding to the cheers, and just having a great time.

One member of the audience yelled out to Sara.

"How does it feel to be spending the GAA's on the Disney ship 'Wonder'?"

Sara looked over at him and responded, "It's really exciting for both of us, kinda like a dream come true of sorts. Can't wait to see that Disney Royal suite!"

Another audience member called out to Race.

"Where will you-"

"Buffet!" Race answered with out needing to hear the rest of the answer. "We're going to try and find the cookie stash!"

Sara winked at the crowd as they reached the stairs, where Ice was still waving and soaking up the excitement. Race poked him with his cane.

"Come now, ole' chap! Tut tut!"

Ice poked him back with his cane.

"You feeling lucky...punk?"

Suddenly...a cane fight of epic proportions broke loose. Ice and Race swung and blocked, lurched and lunged!

"Boys!" Sara yelled at both of them, but they were too wrapped up in the battle.

"SAVE YOURSELF!" Race yelled to her, where she just rolled her eyes.

Ice pinned Race against the railing. "Any last words?!"

Race glanced to the side. "Uh oh..."

The railings supports snapped, sending both of them into the water...and Sara laughing hysterically.

Mayhem

Stan: To be frank, and I'm not as my name is Stan, these arrivals are getting more bizarre with each one. By the end, maybe we will have someone teleporting directly in front of me, or even rising from the ground. Don't worry folks, rescuers are on their way to make sure the two drowned rats in the drink are retrieved, dried out and ready to face the audience later tonight!

Just to bring a little sense of normality back to proceedings, the next entourage to approach the red carpet area on the island is somewhat more traditional. Only by comparison sakes though. A two-person rickshaw manned by one of the locals is pulled through the thronging masses who are looking to get a glimpse at some of the Rangerverse's more well-known dignitaries. Chance would be a fine thing for one of them to break rank past the barricades and attempt to gain a photo opportunity. Much that they would be tempted.

Stan: I see two more arrivals to this hotbed of activity, let's see if I can make out who they are.

The couple exit the vehicle on either side, to which one of them hands the driver a tip and doffs a mock salute in respect. The vehicle is hauled away as they then link arms and proceed down the red carpet area together.

He is dressed in mercenary combat fatigues; light grey armoured short-sleeved top, together with dark trousers and tan boots. A knife and Beretta are holstered on either hip, which probably break protocol but who is going to tell him that? You would think that the ensemble would be too hot for the weather but he remains perfectly stoic, calm and unflustered.

By comparison she is wearing an ankle-length floral-print dress with a handkerchief hem, and a beaded, fringed white shawl. Adding to the effect she wears on top a large white straw hat with pink roses. The outfit merely adds to her beauty. The crowd cheer and shout as they progress down the carpet.

Stan: This is Mayhem and NutsForBrains arriving together. Let's see if I can get a word... Mayhem, about the uniform...

He is thrown a withering look from Mayhem, in anticipation of where the comments might lead given he refused to don formal entire for last year's awards ceremony.

Stan: ...erm it looks great. And Nutsy, you look just as great.

Nutsy: Thank you Stan! It's the most appropriate thing I had for this superb weather.

Stan: Mayhem, this is a bit of a surprise to see the two of you together.

Mayhem: Stan, one of life's rules is that often if you don't ask, you don't get. I asked Nutsy if she'd accompany me and she did the honour of saying yes. I might be a mercenary but I'm also a gentleman. I have a reputation to maintain...

Stan: And the mode of transportation to arrive here, quite unusual although somewhat more normal to some others.

Nutsy: That was my idea. He had wanted to arrive in The Tempest, but I wanted something that didn't involve flying!

Mayhem: To be fair, it was a very pleasant journey. Plenty for us to chat about on the way here too...

The two of them nod and make their way off the carpet and board the ship.

Stan: There you have a writer with another batch of nominations for this year's awards together with one of the Cafe's upcoming bright talents. Who knows how successful they might be tonight.

Gwendolyn_Katsche

A little plane is landing on Castaway Cay, and the fox Rita from Denmark are entering the Red Carpet by a cheering crowd, as Rita are going to perform a song.

Then are Rita meeting her best friend Gwen, as the press is talking with them for a while.

Later on are the two friends spending their time until the show on the beach, as Rita feels home in her birth state.

Nyperold

Nyperold's carpet slows as it approaches.

Stan: Well, it doesn't beat a cloud, but this is one of our more modes of arrival. Cars, trucks, vans, starships, even a rickshaw and the aforementioned cloud, but only one -- well, two -- come to the Acorn Café Awards on a flying carpet, and that's Nyperold and his second cousin, Naavah. Nyperold, tell our audience, How did you come to decide to come to the awards on a carpet?

Nyperold: Well, Stan, I was watching The Carpetsnaggers, and I decided that this would be a suitably unique way to get here.

Stan: That is certainly the case.

Valet: Sir, may I?

Nyperold: No thanks, I'm taking it inside.

He turns it off, rolls it up, and walks up the red carpet.

Stan: Well, there you have it.

RR-Crusader

After some time making his way through the trees and foliage, Pitch finally reaches the harbor outskirts.

"Hmm, looks like the receptions are underway. Good."

With all different kinds of entrances, wacky and theatrical to the more sane and humble, Pitch had no trouble sneaking by unnoticed by the security details in place. Finding an lightly guarded door, there was only one guard present, he easily knocked him out with a sleep-dart, hacked the keypad and gained entry to the building where the awards was going to be held.

pupspals

Stan: Oh, and here comes yet another flying device. It is odd shaped, but I think I can just make it out... Yes... Yes! It is the Wubbmobile coming in for a landing.

::After the Wubbmobile lands the helicopter parts retract & it turns into more of a car. It parks off to the side & Wubbzy, Widget, Walden, & Daizy from Wow! Wow! Wubbzy! get out, along with pupspals. Widget pulls out a box as big as her from the trunk & starts pushing it down the Red Carpet::

Stan: Oh, isn't that a unique vehicle! How are you enjoying walking the Red Carpet?

Wubbzy: Wow! Wow! Wow! It's so much fun!

Daizy: Lavender Lollipops! Look at all the cameras!

Walden: Yes, yes, yes. We certainly are glad to be back this year!

Stan: Excellent! And what is this that you are pushing, Widget?

Widget: Oh, just a little something I tweaked for later on in the ceremony! (giggles) We should be able to avoid last year's issues no problemo!

Pupspals: Widget! Remember that discussion we had on the way here about what to say & what NOT to say here?

Widget: Oh, don't worry. What are the chances that something like last year will happen again?

Walden: Mathematically speaking, I'd say about 9:1.

Widget: Oh, shush!

::Widget pushes her box into the building & everyone else from the Wubbmobile follow her inside::

iceberg210

(CS asked me to write an intro as she is in the middle of nowhere in Oregon so she can't get to a computer, enjoy)

A bright red 1971 Saab Sonnet pulled up to the carpet as the door opened to reveal a pink otter in a bright red power suit. The crowd was shocked at the sheer feminine power that emanated from the otter as she matter of factly walked down the red carpet to various cheers and applause. A few hoots and hollers were heard but these were immediately silenced by a stern look from the otter.

Stan: "Please welcome the Singer from Salt Lake, Chiorstar!"

More cheers and applause was heard as the otter made her way up the stairs and onto the ship while the Saab slipped away through valet.

t.s.

The twin engines of a P-38 Lightning could be heard droning in the distance as a WWII relic shot toward the island, flying merely dozens of feet from the water. Old though it may be, the plane didn't show its age. Anyone who hadn't noticed its approach (probably quite a few given the excitement of the recent arrivals) certainly were aware of it as it gracefully crested the palm trees of the island before pulling a wide turn around the ship and slipping onto the runway.

It stopped in front of the red carpet. The canopy opened and out climbed a white dog in a black tux. He was wearing a lengthy scarf, which he removed and threw back into the cockpit as the valet was climbing up.

"Mind throwing me my effects?"

"Yessir!" the valet responded as he threw down a cane and a top hat.

The dog extracted a monocle from his jacket pocket and placed it over his eye before turning back to the valet, "See if you can squeeze it in over there," he said as he gestured toward the collection of crafts that already covered a fair bit of the runway.

Stan Blather (aside): Who's this guy?

The dog walks up with the cane tucked under his arm.

TS (smiling and extending his hand): The name's TS.

Stan: Welcome to the awards Mr. TS. We understand this is your first time at this event and you've been nominated for a few awards. Do you have anything to say to...

TS: Have you seen this crazy wolf around here? Blue eyes, goes by the name of Ice? He's supposed to have delivered something here for me.

Stan (pointing to the water): Uh, yes. He's went that way, but would you care to tell us...

TS: Do you know if he got everything on board?

Stan: Um... I think so, but Mr. Racebest came along and hit him with a cane. Look, uh, would you...

TS (pulling a rubber chicken from his jacket and dropping the monocle back in his pocket): AHH... I missed the fight? Darn it... well I'll have to get my revenge later.

Stan: Mr. TS... please...

TS: Just TS, please... oh yeah, the awards. Right. *grabs the microphone in Stan's hand* well, what can I say really? There are so many amazing people here, that to even be nominated for just one category was amazing, let alone three. Frankly, I'm just glad to be along for the fun. Winning would just be icing on the cake at this point, but I'll tell you, I think the others deserve it more. We'll see how it goes. Anyway Stan, you ought to get back to the event here. I'm going to go check up on that crazy wolf. Ice! Where'd you get off to?

TS slaps Stan a couple times on the shoulder as he walks off up the gangplank onto the ship.

Stan (muttering to himself): For the sake of everyone on that ship... I hope he doesn't find that wolf.

Gwendolyn_Katsche

Suddenly are both Donkey and Puss in Boots landing on Castaway Cay on the carpet with the help from Merlin, as the audience cheers loudly.

Donkey says to the press that is around them

"Sorry guys! Last minute arrival with my old pal Puss, as Merlin's spell finally worked!"

Puss says

"We are not a part of the show, just old friends of the Rangers, and we are coming by to watch the show tonight!"

The old friend of Gadget Hackwrench, Timmy Brisby from Secret of NIMH 2 is arriving lately too in a basket, and it's attached to five big toy balloons.

Timmy is greeted by the Rangers, as he says to the press

"Better late than never, and I'm just a VIP guest too!"

Then Gadget Hackwrench and Timmy shouts

"And, let the countdown begin to our show!"

CrashBurn

A transporter beam appears and a Male Reddish Brown squirrel appears with a young blond haired girl mouse. Crashburn waves to everyone. "Hey everyone!!!"

Young Gadget does the same. "Golly! Hi there!"</em> She looks up to him. "I've never been on a cruise before Crash. Is it fun?"