Here We Goooo!


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 * You know, I always got cracks about how my takeoffs are "messy," or "terrifying," or "borderline traumatic"...
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 * Listen, that's just how we albatrosses do things! If the winds aren't high enough when I lift off, my wing control is SHOT!
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 * That's why whenever I want to get a little take-off practice in, nothin' beats our rooftop in Manhattan.
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 * Sure, I gotta borrow the runway from Wilbur -- but with all the choppers takin' off up there, it's a guaranteed gale-force!
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 * Sure, I gotta borrow the runway from Wilbur -- but with all the choppers takin' off up there, it's a guaranteed gale-force!
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Level 6 "Take Flight!"
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 * Send Orville to take flight near the R.A.S.
 * 6h
 * 5, 100
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 * WHOO! Ha-haaa... Nearly took the roof off a hot dog cart, that time! Guy shouldn't have parked so close to the curb...
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 * Now, some might say a flight that starts out with an 800-foot dead drop isn't worth the airfare...
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 * But I say, if you're THAT squeamish when it comes to aviation, go hire a pigeon.
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 * Good luck gettin' any range out of 'em, though. Those chumps max out at 800 miles -- tops!
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 * Good luck gettin' any range out of 'em, though. Those chumps max out at 800 miles -- tops!
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