Thibodeaux and Boudreaux was flying Cajun Airlines to da Mardi Gras.

Boudreaux was flying da plane, and Thibodeaux was in da back foolin wit da cargo equipmen an stuff. Da plane hit some turblence an started bouncin around an Boudreaux he got knock unconscious.

Den da plane start driftin all ova da place.

Thibodeaux he come run up to da front an Boudreaux he was sprawl out all over da steerin wheel. Well, Thibodeaux he don 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 9010.

Boudreaux, him knock unconscious an I don know nuttin about flyin dis plane!"

"Dis is da control tower," someone answer. "Don you worry about nuttin. We gonna splain how you to land dis plane, step by step, ah gar-own-tee! Jus leave anytin ta us. Fus, how high you are, an whas you position?"

Thibodeaux thought a minute, den he 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?"

Thibodeaux he say, "Man, rat now ah got a po attitude, an ah'm from Cocodrie, Laweezeeanna!"

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

Thibodeaux, he start another panack attack by dis time. He say, "Countin Boudreaux's feets an 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 ta know whos you next of kin is . . ."