"Fine day for flying, right boys?" the helicopter pilot asked from up front. Gripping his bag close to his chest, news reporter Mel Pug barely managed to squeak out, "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

"Hey man, relax. It's just a report, just like any other day," someone whispered reassuringly. Mel turned to the speaker. Buddy Dach, his bestest friend in the whole world and his faithful cameraman. Shifting in his seat a little, Mel answered his partner, "But I can't screw up this time. It'll cost me everything."

"So don't screw up, it's that simple man," the helicopter pilot chimed in. "No one asked you, now keep an eye on the air!" Buddy snapped. Composing himself to maintain his usual chill and go with the flow attitude, the cameraman patted his friend on the shoulder gently as he murmured, "You're gonna be alright, okay?"

"Okay, if you say so," Mel mumbled. He still felt nervous about this whole thing. If he messed up this report, he was done for. And once again, the helicopter pilot was proving very unhelpful as he announced, "Here we are! Have fun suckers!"

"Thanks for the optimism," Buddy grumbled.