During my lunch break, I decided to take five minutes and fly my Hasbro Power Air Surfer around my back yard. I had some good altitude going and was looking forward to a nice long glide. Unfortunately, that's about the same time the wind picked up. I desperately tried to lose some altitude and keep it within the vicinity of my house, but if you have ever flown one of these, you know what a dismal lack of control they posess. By the time I got to a manageable height, the wind had carried it over the woods behind my house, and was too strong for any hope of returning to my yard. I made a valiant dash though the woods, over a fence, and outran a pair of rabid Doberman Pincers ... well, acutally only one, and he's 14 years old, and is lame -- a real sweetheart, though. I hopped another fence, sprinted down a driveway and arrived at the next street -- but nothing. No sign of the aircraft. I lost sight of it trouncing through the woods. I buzzed the motors a few times hoping I could catch a hint of that faint hum, but to no avail. My airplane was gone.