“You’re a sky pirate now, kid,” Elara said, lighting a cigarillo with shaking hands. “Congratulations. You’re also a hostage.”
Pockets looked at the navigation charts. “Captain, we have a problem. The boy’s mother left an AirTag in his shoe. There are three Dollywood security helicopters on our tail, and one of them has a magnet the size of a Hot Rod coaster car.” sky pirates pigeon forge
Mimsy threw a magnetic ascender. It caught the Iron Carolyn’s hull. One by one, they zipped upward as the Dolly-bear launched a volley of souvenir cups filled with root beer. “You’re a sky pirate now, kid,” Elara said,