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Afternoon sunlight floods the airport observation hall, glinting off glossy floors and departure boards. Harry bounces on his toes beside Mom while Daddy smiles, all three facing huge windows filled with gleaming parked airplanes.
Harry loved planes more than anything. At the airport, he held Mommy’s hand and bounced on his toes. "I love planes!" he said. "We’ll watch together," Mommy smiled. "Stay close, buddy," Daddy said.
Inside the bright airport waiting area, a ceiling speaker crackles above rows of seats. Harry stands on a chair with his hand proudly raised while Mom and Daddy sit nearby, laughing at their brave little pilot.
A speaker crackled above. "Attention, does anyone know how to fly a plane?" it asked. Harry’s hand shot up. "I can!" he cheered. Mommy and Daddy blinked, then giggled at their brave boy.
Inside a cockpit training room lit by soft ceiling panels, the sliding door stamped with a United States Air Force star hangs open. Harry scrambles into the pilot seat, grinning at bright decals of Lightning McQueen, Mater, and Mack.
A door with a United States Air Force star slid open. "Welcome, Captain Harry," hummed speakers. Inside, he saw Lightning McQueen, Mater, and Mack on decals. "Hi, friends!" Harry said. He climbed into the seat.
Inside the brightly lit cockpit at the gate, Harry presses a green reverse button on the center console. Mom watches from the co-pilot seat and Daddy nods approvingly behind him as the plane rolls slowly backward.
"Time to back up," Harry said. He pressed the gentle reverse button. The plane rolled slowly from the gate. "Nice and slow," Daddy nodded. "You’re doing great, Captain," Mommy said.
Morning light streams through the windshield as Harry flips shiny silver switches, causing cockpit gauges to glow. Mom laughs from the jump seat while Daddy points ahead to the yellow taxi line leading toward a long sunlit runway.
"Engines on!" Harry announced. He flipped shiny switches, and the engines purred. "I can hear them!" Mommy laughed. "Follow the yellow line," Daddy said. Harry taxied smoothly toward the long, bright runway.
From the cockpit windows, the glowing runway lights blur as the plane hurtles forward under clear midday skies. Harry grips the yoke, counting 'Three, two, one—lift!' while Daddy, seated beside him, beams as the nose rises.
"Three, two, one—lift!" Harry called. The plane rushed forward and rose into the air. "Wheee!" everyone cheered. "Nice climb," Daddy said. Harry grinned and leveled the wings, steady and proud.
High above fluffy white clouds in bright afternoon sunlight, Harry sits tall at the controls while Mom points to the tiny toy-like houses far below. Daddy leans over Harry’s shoulder, praising the steady wings slicing through the blue sky.
They soared above tiny trees and toy-like houses. Fluffy clouds drifted like pillows. "Keep steady, Captain," Mommy reminded. "Steady," Harry echoed, hands firm. "You’re doing it!" Daddy said, watching the world sparkle below.
Inside the dimly lit cockpit at dusk, Harry adjusts the flight path as violet skies fade to indigo and stars shimmer through the windshield. Mom yawns in the co-pilot seat while Daddy watches glowing instruments reflect on Harry’s determined face.
Evening brushed the sky, and stars began to twinkle. "Hello, sparkles," Harry said. He set a course toward the friendly moon. "Almost bedtime flight," Mommy yawned. "Captain never quits," Harry whispered, focused and calm.
Night fills the cockpit with soft blue moonlight as a large smiling moon hovers beyond the windshield. Harry, seated at the controls, waves cheerfully while Daddy observes; the friendly face in the sky seems to illuminate their route.
The moon smiled outside the window. "Hi, Mr. Moon!" Harry waved. "Hello, Captain Harry," the moon replied. "I’m the new pilot, heading to Honey’s house for a treat!" Harry said. "I’ll light your path!"
Inside the softly lit cockpit at night, runway lights twinkle ahead of snowy mountains labeled 'Honey’s Airport.' Harry lowers the landing gear lever while Mom and Daddy buckle their belts with a crisp 'click-click,' anticipation shining on their faces.
"There’s Honey’s airport!" Harry pointed. "Passengers, please buckle up," he announced. "Click-click," Mommy and Daddy said, fastening tight. "Wheels down," Harry called, lowering the landing gear. The runway lights winked a welcome.
A flood of runway lights gleams through cockpit windows as the plane settles in the cool night air. Harry steadies the yoke; Mom smiles and Daddy cheers the instant the wheels kiss the tarmac with a faint puff.
Harry eased the plane lower, steady as a whisper. "Nice and gentle," Mommy said. The wheels kissed the runway. "Touchdown!" Daddy cheered. The plane slowed, safe and smooth, rolling to the gate.
Parked at the illuminated gate, the cockpit door stands open while passengers beyond applaud and wave. Harry hugs Mom and Daddy in front of beaming decals of Lightning McQueen, Mater, and Mack, basking in the warm cabin light.
People clapped and cheered for Captain Harry. Lightning, Mater, and Mack beamed from their decals. "Thank you for flying with me!" Harry said. He hugged Mommy and Daddy. "Bedtime, brave pilot," Mommy whispered.