The Hoober Owls were loved across Munch Land, thanks to their supreme taxi service and helpful nature. The Rest Roost was a way for Munch Land citizens to give back to their feathery friends. It was a rest spot for all visiting owls, found on Jammy Cloud, the centre of the land. Inside, Hoober Owls could recover from a tiring journey with a feather massage, catch up with friends and even spend the night.
Ellis, Quimby and Mermoz all had gaps in their taxi work one day and found themselves catching up at the Rest Roost over a couple of rounds of Munch Masters. After the eighth round, Quimby flung her cards down on the table. “Want to go for a fly?” she asked, stretching. “I’m getting a bit cooped up in here!”
“I’m quite hapzy, actually,” said Ellis in that serious way of his. He set his armchair to lounge mode and picked up his magazine. “Pigsly is at karate class and won’t need picking up for another hour, so… It’s recline time!” With that, Ellis disappeared behind the pages of his mag.
“What about you, Mermoz?” she tried, turning to her best friend. “How about a loop-the-loop competition?” she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Mermoz agreed, knowing how much easier it was than trying to refuse Quimby when she set her mind to something. They strolled to the nearest window and hopped out on the sill. “LATER, ELLIS!” Quimby shouted as she leapt into the sky, wings unfolding. Mermoz quickly followed.
Ten minutes later and the competition had become fierce! Quimby had captured Mermoz’s last set of loops on her trusty camera, but he’d still only managed eleven before giving up. Now’s my chance, she thought eagerly, hovering on the spot in anticipation. “Ready, and… GO!” yelled Mermoz, waving his wing in signal.
Quimby darted forward, picking up speed: 1, 2, 3… she thought breathlessly, as she performed her near-perfect loops in the sky. 4… 5… on she counted, holding her breath as she went upside down. 10… 11… 12! She’d done it! 12 whole loops! She pulled up, looking around for Mermoz. “Did you see me?” she shouted happily. “Oh… I don’t feel so…” Quimby’s vision blurred and she suddenly felt very dizzy. “What…” Quimby’s wings seemed to lose all of their energy and dropped down. Soon, the rest of her followed, and she was hurtling through the sky with no idea which way was up!
“OH, NOOOOOP!!” she cried, her eyes wide as she saw green trees and green grass looming closer. Thwack, thwack, thwack! She was tumbling through the jungle, hitting this branch and that twig. Before she could react, she’d landed on the mossy floor and all was still. “Oh…” she groaned, raising a wing to rub her sore head. “…Mermoz?” she called nervously, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
“It’s so… green… wait – I know this place!” she realised too late. She could already see the vines rustling ahead. Wild cucumbers began popping up from behind the trees, and their faces weren’t very welcoming. “Visitors to Cuke Cloud must stick to the paths,” said one fierce looking cucumber. “That’s the RULE!” The wild cucumbers weren’t looking any friendlier the closer they crept to Quimby. She knew she had to act fast.
“CHEESE!” she yelled, holding up her camera. The cucumbers looked confused for a split second until the camera’s flash burst in front of them, blinding them for a moment. It was all that Quimby needed! She flapped her wings furiously and flew upwards, ignoring her dizziness as she sought the murky sky of Cuke Cloud. She made it out of the vine jungle, further and further until other clouds came into sight. “Few!” she sighed, holding up her camera again. “Let’s take a quick selfie to remember this narrow escape!” she grinned at the camera and clicked. FLASH! Blinking at the sudden light, Quimby felt a bit wobbly again. “Oh, no,” she murmured, as she felt her wings weaken. But suddenly, another wing was supporting hers and she wasn’t falling – she was flying! “Mermoz!” she cried in relief. “Fammu!”
Mermoz nodded at her and smiled, focusing on keeping his best friend airborne. “WHAT A RESCUE!” she shouted, feeling better already. “We have to take a photo to mark this owl-mazing moment, Merm!” she cried, lifting up her camera again. Mermoz laughed. “How about we get back to the Rest Roost in one piece first, Quimby?”
Quimby agreed, admitting that she was in the mood for a feather massage. Then she remembered. “I won the competition! I did 12 loops! That means YOU owe me a meal and I get to pick! I think I’m in the mood for winterflake soup.”
Mermoz adjusted his flight path slightly, heading instead for Polar Cloud. “A deal’s a deal,” he admitted, and the best friends flew together, wing in wing, all the way to Marshmallow City, where the freshest soups could be found.