Sit Back - Breathe...and pretend you're in a spy movie

Friday stood in the middle of the salt-flats in something resembling a space suit. He had a massive helmet in one hand, and rested the other on the driver's side door of a massive tanker truck.
He was in the middle of a conversation with the driver, who had the window rolled down.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The driver said.
"Sure." Said Friday with confidence
"Why?"
"It'll be fun!"
"Okay - well, it's your neck. I gotta go."
"See Ya!" Finished Friday.

The weekdays walked up across the flats in similar suits. They walked in a formation, with Tuesday in the front. He spoke first.
"Friday, we do a lot of things you say, but this...this is far beyond anything that I want to do!"
The other weekdays stood there, not exactly implying they agreed with Tuesday, but not implying they didn't.
"C'mon, it'll be a blast - literally! Besides, what else you got to do right now?"
"Friday," Tuesday began to seethe, "I'm getting tired of your platypus!"
"You mean platitudes?"
"See! There! You fucking know what I mean!"
With that, the giant fuel truck drove off, revealing behind it, a formation of five rocket-cars sitting sweetly on the salt-flat.
"Well," Friday began, "you don't have to come. I mean, none of you have to come along, but it always seems that when you end up doing your damnedest, you've got nothin', and you end up doing what I'm doing. And this is what I'm doing. Besides, you know how much work it took to line all this up?"
"It's just that it's! It's! It's..." Tuesday blathered.
"Tuesday," Friday said, "look, sit back - breathe...and pretend your in a spy movie." And with that Friday walked towards the rocket-cars, pulling on his space-suit helmet.

"Eh, what the fuck." Said Monday, and followed after, along with Wednesday and Thursday.
"What the fuck!" Stamped Tuesday. "What the fuck??! I don't want to end up an exploded weekday across a good chunk of Utah! That's what the fuck!" However, shortly after standing there by himself, and watching the others strap themselves in to their rocket cars, he looked around - and shuffled over to do the same.

He lifted the canopy that covered a small cockpit in front of a huge tail-fin, on the top of the big, massive rocket that steamed a dry-ice steam in the desert sun. He connected a few wire leads into his suit, and was privy to the radio conversation taking place.
"So we're doing this why?" Thursday spoke, then there was some static.
"Beacuse there's a party on Saturday in Tokyo!" Said Friday.
"Why don't we just take a plane?" Asked Monday.
"Cause it's already Saturday in Japan. It's the date-line that's our problem. We have to be there today, in order to make if for tomorrow."
"Oh. Copy that."
"Okay gentlemen." Continued Friday, "activate rocket-cars."

With that hands moved to buttons, flicked toggles, and the rocket cars sprang to life. Accelerating at great speed across the salt-flats, the five vehicles left behind them sonic booms as they broke the sound barrier. Then small in the distance, a curious dark shape emerged. The distance rapidly covered, the shape emerged into a gigantic ramp, made of dark steel. Around it massive cranes, trucks, and scaffolding stood.
"Crap." Said Friday.
"What's that?" Radioed Tuesday.
"Doesn't look like they finished."
"WHAT!"
"Well, I did just ask for them to do this today. I think they've done pretty good."
"Good! GOOD! WE'LL BE KILLED! THIS WAS WHY I..."
Friday cut him off.
"Sit back, breathe, and pretend you're in a spy movie."
"Oh Fuck." Wednesday finished Tuesday's thought.

As they covered the distance, they could see small figures with yellow hard-hats scrambling to get out of the way. The ramp itself was huge. Massive. Enormous. Like, Hoover Dam big. Plates were missing, and a work crew was still trying to affix a plate at the very top, held by cables from a massive crane. Friday switched to a different channel, and radioed the work-crew.

"Uh, please get off the ramp. Five rocket-cars heading towards your position. Thank you!"

At the foot of the massive ramp, they could see the men scrambling, and four cables swinging madly in the wind as the crane tried it's best to swing them out of the way! They rode up the gentle slope at an amazing speed. Thursday looked out the side of his canopy, and saw the astonished face of a metal-worker.
"Activate afterburners." Said Friday.

They all did.

The ramp shook, and began to fall apart behind them. Huge plates of steel were blasted back into the desert. Scaffolding fell apart, and tumbled haphazardly down to the ground. Then, in a split-second, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, Monday and Tuesday left the ramp at an angle of 45 degrees, and at something like 25,000 miles per hour.

Which is pretty damn fast.
Which is what they all thought, as they sailed through the sky, and within moments were looking at the curve of the earth. From high above the Pacific, they could see the little green splotches of Hawaii, and at the far end, the glowing of the sun they were catching up to. At a certain spot (aided by navagational computers - of course) Friday said, "Okay, cut engines."

They glided through the perfect quiet of space, as the Pacific drifted past, and gravity began to tug on them.

"Hey Friday," Said Wednesday. How are we...exactly...supposed to land?" There was the obligatory static after he transmitted that.
"Well, if my mathematician's numbers are right, there should be a corresponding ramp built at our landing site."
"If your mathematician's numbers are right!" Said Monday.
"Yeah. Of course my translator didn't exactly know some of the words to describe what we're up to, so, hopefully the construction company got the information just right."
"Just right!" Said Thursday. "If they don't!"
"Okay, how many times do I have to say this. Sit back, breathe, and pretend..."

Happy Friday.