“Zis vill be gut!”

Baltasar gave the red painted cylinder, a distance away, an uneasy look.

“Richter, are you SURE this will work?” referring to his friend by his second name as he usually did.

The frog gave the tortoise a wide grin, eyes glinting “I have NO Idea!” he said, before slamming his webbed finger on a notoriously big and red button on the controller he held.

Nothing…

“Maybe the wire isn’t making contact?” The reptile offered, scratching his head.

“No, no, I made sure everyzing vas in perfect vorking order” The frog was pensive for a moment, the glint from his eyes fading.

“I’ll just go take a look”

“NEIN MEINE FREUND!!”

KABOOM!!!

The tiny missile blasted off its pedestal with surprising force just as the tortoise had approached it, skyrocketing towards the blue, and leaving a thick white cloud of smoke in the grassy field below.

“Baltasar!? *cough* Baltasar are you alright!?” called out the green amphibian, swatting at the thick acrid smoke “It must have been a loose vire inside ze ignition control, ven I moved ze controller...”

The wind carried away the white fog to reveal a large green shell, sprinkled in soot, slowly spinning and swaying before coming to a stop.

“Baltasar?” said Richter approaching cautiously, before two legs, arms and a head emerged from it.

“Mine freund I am so sorr-”

“Awesome”

“Vhat?”

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!” Roared the young tortoise, laughing as he rocked himself back and forth into a sitting position, Richter coming over to help pull him up.

“So! Got another rocket you wanted to try out today?” he said, giving his friend a soot covered grin.

There was a brief pause, as the young genius scanned his friend and then turned to look back at the battered old blue pickup they had driven there.

“Vell, I did have ziz great big one I vas itching to try out…” Said Richter slowly.

“Ha! Ready when you are froggy!” 

“Then let’s go practice rocketry!” he said, returning the grin.