Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah!
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox
Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!
Cut to interior, Grumman Goose. Seated in Pilot's seat is Harv, Seated in Co-pilot's seat is Vivaldi. Vivaldi is wearing a goggle helmet and scarf.
HARV: Let's run the checklist. Flaps?
H: Landing gear?
V: We're floating.
H: You still gotta say check!
V: Why should I say check when the landing gear is obviously a large aluminum boat welded onto the bottom of the plane?
H: Because it's in the script!
V: I thought this was the script.
H: Just say check!
V: (Sighs) Check!
V: Did you want the rock station or the country western? Becasue I'm not really fond of hair bands, and that seems to be all that they are playing on the classic rock station this week.
H: You know, they wanted a Jack Russell Terrier for your role, but I insisted that they go with you. I'm not sure why, at this point.
V: Look, it's just a model! No way am I going to risk my life with some pretty boy ex-male model who thinks he can really fly a seaplane!
Vera: (From the back of the plane) Hey you two! Knock it off! I've read ahead in the script and I am not about to stay in that little box for one second longer than I have to! We finally got rid of the damned llama, so let's get this show in the air!
V and H in unison: Sorry!
H: Right then! Vera and Harv in Panama, or the tale of the Bush Whacked Bush Pilot is ready for take off!
V: Don't we need tower clearance?
H: This is a seaplane! We don't need no steenking tower clearace!
V: Well, I just thought that since this is LAX where we're sitting, we should actually do some sort of actual offical type thingy.
H: Just put your paw on my hand and act like you have something to do!
Embrace your inner weird.