Pierre and Boudreaux was flyin Cajun Airlines to da Mardi Gras. Boudreaux was flying da plane, Pierre was in da back foolin wid da cargo equipment an stuff. Da plane hit some turbulence an started bouncin around and Boudreaux got knock unconsicious. Den da plane start driftin. Pierre come run up to da front and Boudreaux was sprawl out all over da sterrin wheel.

Well, Pierre don’t know nuttin bout flyin an he start to get panaky. He grab da microphone and holla, “May Day! May Day! Dis is Cajun Air Line 90210. Boudreaux, him knocck uncounscious an I don know nuttin about flyin dis plane! 

“Dis is da control tower,” someone answered. “Don you worry about nuttin. We gonna splain how you to land dis plane, step by step. ah gar-own-tee! Just leave anyting ta us. Fus, how high you are, ah whas you position?”

Pierre thought a minute, dan say, “I’m five foot ten an I’m all da way to da front of da plane.”

“No ! No! ” answer da tower. “What you altitude, an where you location?”

Pirre, say, “Man , rat now ah got a po attitude, an ah’m from Thibodeauz, Laweezeeanna!”

“No! No! came an exasperated voice. “Ah needs to know how many feet you got off da groun an how you plane in realation to da airport!”

Pierre, he start to panic by dis time. He say, “Countin Boudreux’s feets and mine togedder, we got fo feet off da groun an I don’ believe dis plane related to you airport!”

A long pause—–de silence was deafanin. “We needs to know whoose you next of kin.”

Submitted by Effron Savoy