Since he asked for it…
“We should have arrived at the clearing an hour ago,” President Bartlet admitted with uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice. He pulled the reigns on his mount and the raptor let out a shrill cry before coming to an uneasy stop. “I don’t know, Evan, what do you think?”
“Well I think we should have brought more snacks,” Evan replied as his own mount stopped next to Bartlet’s. “Especially since you keep getting us lost.”
“I’m sorry, Evan. You were always better at planning these safaris.”
“I know. And I’m funnier, too.”
“So what do we do now?” Bartlet asked.
Evan lifted his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. The sun was setting over the forest canopy. He knew they would have to find a way out from the thick of the jungle soon, or face the dangerous creatures that lurked around at night.
“We need to get out of here.”
“I can call in the Marines. We’ll be out of here in an hour.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” Evan said as he dismounted the raptor. He gave the creature a rub on the snout, because Evan was a friend to all the animals, then turned back to Bartlet. “Let’s try out the jetpacks.”
“They haven’t even been tested!”
“Look, Jed. I know the guy who build these, and he was the best Ops cartoonist to ever grace page two of the Thresher.”
“How does that make him qualified to build jetpacks?”
“Do you even know how important I am?” Evan snapped back. “I invented jokes about Ping!” He tossed a pack at Bartlet. “Now shut up and put this on!”
“I don’t even know why I go on adventures with you.”
“Because I wouldn’t let you use the Executive Washroom if you didn’t. Now come on.”
Bartlet donned the jetpack over his stylish yet sensible suit and wished his raptor goodbye. The animals would be fine for the next few nights. They were pack hunters, after all.
“Evan, I don’t even know how to drive this thing.”
“Roads?” Evan asked, ignoring whatever Barlet had been talking about. “Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.”
He flipped a switch on the jetpack’s handle and went shooting toward the sky.