Have Some Cake

Christmas: Calgary, AB > Phoenix, AZ (5/12)

Calgary, Alberta, Canada

On a lit-up runway lined with snow, is a red vintage airplane. At the front of the cockpit is Dillon Dubé. He sports a leather beanie with large goggles on it, a brown leather jacket lined with fur inside and a white scarf.

He picks up a black speaker from among the buttons and levers of the plane and pulls it up to his mouth.

"Welcome aboard to the Dubé Plane!" he speaks into it in a cool tone. "This is your captain...and pilot...and copilot...and, well yeah, it's me, Dillon, speaking! Please keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the moving plane at all times! Thank you!"

Dillon slips the speaker back into its holder. He then grabs his goggles from his head and snaps them over his eyes, enlarging them. He reaches to the buttons and levers and begins pressing and flipping them, lighting them up.

The airplane's engine roars to life. Its propeller in the front picks up speed until it becomes a circle of silver. The wheels roll, moving the aircraft down the runway. The vehicle gains momentum as the propeller maintains its high-speed spinning.

Then the airplane lifts off from the ground and soars up, up, up into the inky skies.

Behind the pilot are the airplane's passengers: Elias Pettersson and Lias Andersson. The two are wearing matching Swedish scarves; Elias wears a blue jacket with yellow sleeves while his friend wears a yellow jacket with blue sleeves.

Soft snow begins to swirl around the two.

Elias, who is closest to Dillon, peers at the back of his head. "This is the plane to Sweden, right?" he asks in a dry, Swedish accent.

"Yup!" the pilot remarks with his eyes still on the dark sky.

"Good." Elias settles back in his seat.

"I can't wait to go back to Sweden and see all the Swedish beauty!" Lias exclaims, throws his hands in the air. He turns to his friend with his eyes filled with awe. "There's no other place to celebrate Christmas like Sweden!"

"I beg to differ," a cocky, Finnish-accented voice pipes up from behind them.

The two Swedes turn around. Sitting behind them is Juuso Välimäki with his signature smirk. He sports a white and blue beanie with the word "Suomi" patched on it, along with a white jacket with blue stripes.

Elias crinkles his nose in disgust at him. "What are you doing here?"

Juuso shoots him a confused look. "Flying. I'm flying to Finland!" He holds his hands out.

"This is the flight to Sweden, not Finland," Lias tells him matter-of-factly.

Juuso reverts his hand out toward the pilot. "Well, Duber told me he would take me to Finland on this flight."

Elias rolls his eyes, landing them on Dillon. "Are we going to Sweden, Dillon?"

"Yessir!" he chirps.

Elias turns back to Juuso with a sly smile. "Hah. We're going to Sweden, not Finland."

Lias flicks the blue pom-pom on top of Juuso's beanie. "Swedes only, Finnish boy."

"And Canadians!" Dillon remarks from behind them.

Elias eyes the Finn with crossed arms. "You're on the wrong flight."

Juuso blows air out through his mouth: "Pfft." He slumps with an unamused look. "I would've gone with Patrik to Finland, but he's going by foot."

Elias and Lias exchange awkward looks.