Pierre and Boudreaux wuz flyin on dat dere Cajun Airlines to Mardi Gras. Boudreaux was flying da plane and Pierre was in da back foolin aroun wit da cargo equipment and stuff.

Da plane hit sum of dat turbulence thing and started bouncin around and Boudreaux he got knock unconscious. Den da plane start to driftin. Pieree, he dun come up front and seen dat Boudreaux was sprawl all over da steerin wheel. Pieree, he a smart boy, but he ain't no nuthin bout flyin a plane thing. He start to get panicky. He grab dat microphone and say "May Day, May Day, May Day". Dis is Cajun airline 90210. Boudreaux dun knock himself out, and I ain't no nuthin bout flyin dis plane thing.

"Dis is the control tower", someone answer. Don't you go worry bout nuthin. "We gonna splain da whole thing to land dis plane, step by step, Ah Gar own Tee"! Just leave everything ta us. "Fus, how high is you, and whut is you position?"

Pierre, think a minute, and den say "I'm five foot ten, and I'm all da way to the frunt of the plane"

"No, NO" answer da tower. What's you altitude and and where is your location?

Pieree say " Man ah got me a poor attitude, and I 'm from Thibodeaux".

"No, NO, No!" came an exasperated voice. "Ah needs to know how many feet you got off da ground an how you plane is in relation fo da airport".

Pierre start to panic by dis time. He say. "Countin Boudreaux's an mine, we got four feet off da ground an I don believe dis plane related to you airport"!

A long pause came - the silence was deafinin. "We needs to know who you next of kin is, and where to send da flowers!"