Johnny never did hear Commodare Furball say anything,but next thing he knew
one of the American Gremlin Enlistered folk up front in the jeep
told him to climb aboard,as they were heading to Inglis Air Base
anyways.
So Johnny climbed in beside the Commodore,and turned away,to avoid
those glowing red reptillian eyes that regarded him cooly from within that
mass of fur.
They drove all night at breakneck speed,except when the mini jep got
stuck in mud puddles too deep for its crank propulsion to deal with.
Finally they came to a 1920's era factory gate,which looked like it had been
abandoned decades ago.
However Johnny's gnommish senses could detect the pinpricks of light
of the tiny insect sized fairy guards,and he soon realized things were not
as abandoned as they seemed.
As the jeep roared down the massively huge entrance road Johnny could
see a leaning sign that said
" Inglis Washing Machine Factory"
and further on they passed a peeling poster of Donald Duck urging the Scots to
buy Victory Bonds.
The jeep merely slowed as they passed the huge factory,and the steady sound of hammers,drills and
stamping mills told Johnny the factory was back in business.
The Commodare swelled with pride,and nudged Johnny to look in the
direction of the back of the factory's doors,where Johnny could see a ghost like
airplane hanging from the gantry-rail being moved outside the factory.
It looked like a Fokker trimotor aeroplane from the late 1920's,but
sized for foot tall little people like Johnny.
The Commodore made a unintelligible noise and the driver speeded up the jeep till
they came to a (relatively) massive airfield behind the factory,where
hundreds of Fokker Trimotors,gleaming and brand new,lay parked,ready for delivery.
The jeep raced along,till they saw a Fokker parked near the end row
where 3 gremlins and 2 gnomes stode milling around the KeeBird,ready for
delivery to the 813th Free Polish Gremlins Air Force.
The jeep stopped in front of them and the driver told Johnny this was
where Johnny and the Commodore got off.
So Commodore Furball and Johnny the Gnome got out,and the jeep roared
off into the night.
The 5 little people suddenly stood stock straight,and saluted the Commodore.
Then they all climbed aboard the Fokker,and Johnny was shocked when the polish speaking gremlin pilot shoved Johnny into the co-pilots seat.
Johnny was terrified as he looked about,at the dial meters in front of him,
the huge 2 horsepower Inglis Stay Putt washing machine motor in the nose
of this craft,the 6 volt DC generators hanging in the wings with their
metal fan blades,and other stuff that suggested little people aircraft
designers had made aircraft that were souped up gas engine powered
wringer-washing machines.
Johnny wanted to flee,but Commodore Furball helpfully strapped in
Johnny.
Then a huge dragon sauntered over and kicked down the kick starter
of the Stay Putt a few times .
Then the pilot shouted out " kontaktski",the dragon slammed down his
forefoot and the Stay Putt fired,backfired,fired and slowly went
"put sputter put put putter putter roar put roar whine"
and settled into a healthy airplane shaking roaring racket"
The gremlin pilot gave Johnny a toothy smile,turned around and
gave the Commodore a claws up...