I had been watching. Carefully. Hiding, and seeing. Making mental notes of planes, where they were going. I was able to make a schedual of planes, and where they were going after several days of fusterating spying.
I wasn't too sure if my plan would work, but I had to try.
There was the plane, waiting to head out to England, to that odd named place Kale had mentioned. There as baggage slowly being loaded in. There, the baggage handlers were looking away, Go!
I ran as hard as I could, faster then I ever thought I'd run, and then I lept, bouncing myself off the conveyer belt and shooting myself into the plane's cargo compartment. I then sat and waited to see if the baggage handlers caught me. I heard their voices question a sound, but another refuted saying it was only a package.
Relaxing, I set myself as far back into the compartment as possible.