Well, it was kind of like this. I was there at the corner of the hanger minding my own bidness, and this sleazy looking character comes up and offers to sell me an old C-119 in somewhat "flyable" condition at a ridiculously low price. And he's got a clean title to it. This sets both my brain cells to bumping up against each other about another idea I've had that a big ol' empty box with wings just kind of fits right into. So I give him the money and on his way around the corner, he tells me over his shoulder, "The sooner you get it out of KC, the better, if you want to keep it".
So, I round up Fred and after starting it up (while trying to remember how to speak "Boxcarese"), we're taxiing and off in the distance we see a bunch of flashing blue lights. I shut the radio off and swing onto the runway. Fred's got the JATO winding up and I firewall the R-3350s down the runway. As soon as the wheels are off the ground I raise them just in time to keep from knocking off a set of police car lights. I tell Fred to keep that damn jet engine going as long as he can and I'm pointing the nose north. After a bit, the jet runs out of fuel, but we're at 3000ft and scooting right along well out of KC by then so I throttle back and settle into a nice low level cruise.
We flew on into Des Moines without any trouble and never heard anything else about all the excitement on take off in KC. Anyway, I've got few phone calls to make so I can put my latest money making endeavor into action. That and hire a couple of new crew members as Fred can't cook.