Mumbo's Perspective-

"Why were you watching Bluey on the plane?" Grian asked as we stepped into the Atlanta airport.

"Why were you not watching Bluey on the plane?" Mumbo asked.

"Good question. Uh, let's see, I'm not a child."

"Bluey is a work of art and is made for all ages."

Grian giggled.

"Alright, where do we go now?" He asked as we walked up to the board.

"Uh- let's see...our flight is- "

"Delayed?!" Grian shrieked.

Mumbo jumped.

"Wait, where do you see that?"

Grian pointed to their flight and Mumbo hummed.

"Shoot, we're going to be waiting here for a couple of hours."

"And the airport's jam packed because of winter break!" Grian complained, "This is just great."

Mumbo bit his lip and looked around.

He then grabbed his suitcase and started to walk to the right.

"Where're you going? Our flight's this way, dummy!"

"I know that! But we have like a two or so hour wait, we need to eat!"

Grian grumbled as he followed Mumbo.

"Where are we going to eat?" He asked.

Mumbo shrugged, "Let's just see our options."

-

Mumbo chuckled as he sat down next to Grian in the airport.

"You look like a child." He said, smiling jokingly.

"I- Just because I'm short doesn't meant I'm a child!" Grian shouted and Mumbo chuckled.

"You sure act like one."

"Says the one who was watching Bluey!!"

"Only true adults watch Bluey."

Grian rolled his eyes and then opened up the Wendy's bag.

"Ooo, you got us frosty's?"

Mumbo nodded as he grabbed the vanilla one and poked a straw into it, starting to drink it.

They were able to find seats in the Atlanta airport to eat, and Mumbo tasked Grian to sit there and hold their seats while he went to go get them food.

Luckily, there wasn't a long wait at the Wendy's, and he was able to get their food pretty quickly.

Grian grabbed his container of chicken nuggets and started eating them.

"Thanks Mumbo!" He smiled.

"Sure thing!" Mumbo smiled back, "My grandfather always told me that on long plane rides, you always want to eat afterwards."

"Agreed." Grian nodded.

They continued to eat before Grian went to go use the restroom.

Mumbo waited outside with their luggage and he took out his phone, scrolling through past messages from his mother.

'Don't worry mom, I'm fine.' Mumbo texted.

'I'm on time and will catch my-

Mumbo stopped texting as he heard the announcement in the airport.

"Gates to flight C8 to Ontario, California are closed."

Mumbo spiked up and saw Grian come running out of the bathroom.

"MUMBO THAT WAS OUR FLIGHT!" He shouted, grabbing his suitcase and dashing off, Mumbo close behind.

They made it to C8 and the man at the front desk told them that all they could do was book another flight for a different day as the flight was already taking off.

Grian sighed frustratedly.

"Guess we gotta find a place to stay." He said.

Mumbo nodded, "Guess so."