I can see it now...
No volleyball scene, as this would replace it...
Mav: Ice! I need you up there as my wingman!
Ice: Sorry Mav, I just don't fit in those little seats anymore. You'll have to ask Sundown or Hollywood... Well, maybe not Hollywood. That guy's a tool.
Mav: I've got an idea Ice. IF we can just get you in the cockpit somehow, you can just stay in there until the mission against these commie drones!
Ice: But how??? I'll make the plane look like a broken can of biscuits!
Mav: Biscuits.... Hmmm...
Cut to scene of Mav rubbing down Ice with sticks of butter, with "Take my breath away" as background music. All buttered up, Ice is able to squeeze into the cockpit (with the help of Mav, a few crew chiefs, and a prybar).
Then, Mav has to check on Ice every few hours to give him food and water, as in their rush to make Ice fit in a plane, they forgot that the big dogfight with the drones is on Thursday.... And it's only Monday afternoon.
After a few days, the buttered (and now bearded) Ice gets his chance to take to the air. All goes well until one of the drones gets to laughing so hard at what appears to be a plane piloted by nothing more than raw biscuit dough with sunglasses, that he accidentally flys right in front of Ice.... Oh NO! Jetwash again! That causes a flameout.
Ice, knowing that he can't restart at low altitude, tries to eject... Unfortunately, the butter has lost most of it's lubricating properties in the days Ice waited in the plane for the mission to start. He's now stuck half inside the plane, with his upper torso well outside in the 500 mph wind. Eventually Ice uses his fat rolls to create enough lift to pull himself out of the plane (henceforth known as the flying squirrel egress technique), safely parachuting into a Denny's parking lot. Mav goes on to shoot down the drones, and meets Ice at Denny's for a celebration, and pancakes... With extra butter.
And possibly a conversation about a chafing dish.
