Author's note
This spinoff from JusSonic's Cars has been a long time coming, folks. I cannot wait to work on it big time so here we go.

Prologue: Pilot's Dreams

Dream Sequence

"Okay, look alive, folks! Contact appears to be heading 315 miles." A voice said from out of nowhere it seems. "The speed is 430, Angels; Approximately 2,000!"
Rock music is heard as two zooming jets flew in the sky through the forest with ease. This is a great day for flying in this amazing world

"World of JusSonic Cars"

As the jets zoomed high in the sky, they flew around eagerly, leaving behind steam trails and zoom through some more. These guys are experts in what they do!

"JusSonic's Planes"

Feel the passion ignite me
Feel it burning inside me

Two pilots in their jets look around, looking for a third member of their squadron. He is supposed to be catching up by now.
"So what is taking this guy so long? Is he really good like they told us that he is?" The first pilot asks his colleague puzzled.
"Nope, even better," The second pilot remarks with a nod; If what he heard is true...
"OOOOOH YEAH," A voice laughs madly. An orange plane zooms past the jet pilots, much to their shock. That must be him right now! But it can't be!

I won't let this life just pass me by
Gonna start a revolution

"Hey, whoa! Who was that?" The first pilot asks his colleague in surprise.
The plane in question is an orange crop dust-looking like one that twirls around a bit then flew near the jets. A figure inside smirks eagerly at the two pilots; It is a brown spiky hair Hispanic-looking boy with brown eyes and missing tooth who wears a aqua green shirt, blue jeans, and gray/white shoes . His name is Mike.
"Hey, hello ladies," Mike taunts the pilots with a devilish smirk, "Ready to eat my dust?"
"Last one to the water buys a round of fuel." The second pilot responds to Mike arrogantly. He can't wait to make this rookie lose!

Go by the name hero
Take back control

"How about this? I will let you rookies get a head start?" Mike suggests to the pilots, wanting to give his competition a head start. He then adds in a sing-songy like voice, "You're going to need it."
"Later loser," The first pilot taunts to Mike eagerly.

Yeah, here I go-o-o-o-o

The jets zooms away from Mike. He smirks while waiting a bit, saying, "1,100, 2,1...okay, that's enough; Time to kick some butt!"
Mike now zooms downward as the three flying vehicles flew above the fields. They twirl around, going past a mountain and zoom by the river. These guys are determined to give it their all to win.

Today I've gotta make a change
Straight to the top I'm on my way-y-y-y-y
And I was meant for so much more
And I found a dream worth fighting for
And nothing can stop me
Nothing can stop me now

Finally Mike came closer, releasing crop dust and flew high. He smirks eagerly while calling out, "Later, suckers! Eat my..."
"MIKE!" A voice came from out of nowhere, startling the pilot. This isn't part of the dream!

End Dream Sequence

Mike woke up, sitting at the wheel control and yelps a bit, tumbling a bit while almost losing it. As it turns out, his race with the jet pilot was a dream that he was having...and it was a good one too.
"Wait, what?!" Mike yelps a bit, snapping out of it.
"Hey, Mike, lad, what are you trying to do?" The voice snaps in annoyance from the radio. Mike groans as he looks down to his employer Jack Sparrow who is coughing from the dust that the boy is putting onto the crops, using his own on his own place. His boss always ruins his daydreams like this. Jack spoke into his own radio to Mike, "Pay attention! You're daydreaming again!"
"What, me? No way, nah, forget it! I...okay yeah, you caught me. But come on, Jack; Really? How hard is this? Fly straight, turn around, repeat. Blah, blah, blah! I get the idea!"
"Lad, tell me that you aren't disrespecting the sweet science of aerial application. I don't need that on the job."
"Hey, I am more than just a crop duster, Jack." Mike remarks to Jack with a frown. As long as the boy could remember, he wanted to do more dusting crops all days.
"Arrr! Don't you go yapping about that Flings Around the Planet air racing nonsense again." Jack snaps to Mike in frustration. Why can't his pilot just accept who he really is and put an end to that foolishness?
"FYI, it's called 'Wings around the Globe Rally' and it isn't nonsense! It's cool!"
"Oh, for the love of Davy Jones!"
"Stop that. I've got a tight turn radius and a high power-to-weight radio!" Mike explains proudly to Jack while recalling what his plane has got. As long as the pilot keeps to his practicing and dreams, he could do the impossible, right?
"Well, you know what else you got?" Jack asks Mike in an unamused tone of voice.
"What's that?"
"A screw loose, worse than every pirate I've known! I mean, why would you want to give up crop-dusting, lad? You got blue skies, no air traffic and that tangy scent of Vita-minamulch!" Jack explains as he sniffs the dirty being released. The boss smiles at this. "Awww, like me mom used to spray."
"Ugh, disgusting." Mike remarks in disgust. He can't believe that Jack would even like that stuff.
"Delicious."
"Well, they say that the sense of smell is the first thing to go."
"Oh really? Have you smelt it?" Jack asks, challenging Mike to actually smell the stuff.
Suddenly a loud whistle is heard from the building, making Mike smiles. He cheers, "All right! Quitting time! And I'm outta here!" With that, he flew off, happy that his shift is now over. Jack watch on, frown in disapproval.
"Honestly. A crop dust wanting to be a racer; Heh; if you ask me, more racers should want to be crop dusters." Jack remarks in annoyance. That will be the day if Mike becomes a racer. He begins singing, "I got some minamulch, yeah; Minamulch."

Author's note
Yeah, good start. Poor Mike, his dreams are being laughed at by his boss. More to come so read, review and suggest.

Mike is one of the contestants of the Total Drama series.