Airplane '24!

Summer-transit in the year 2024 yields an Earth-expression for simplified dunes, in this fanfiction/adaptation of the iconic 1980 transit-comic gem starring the great Robert Hays.

A fun pre-summer fanfiction of that original air-transit comic gem, featuring a fantastic cast, Airplane! (Robert Hays), which kicked off the Big '80s of consumerism-explosion. Hope you like it, 

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AMLAN: This Euro-flight from Windy-City skies has you reuniting with the ex?

RAKI: Sounds-dialysis, pal; we'll make for simplified air-transit; maybe love.

AMLAN: How long has Shelley been a flight-attendant ('stewardess'), Raki man?

RAKI: Why don't you see if one of the other femme-attendants has love in-mind?

AMLAN: Sounds-dialysis, Raki man; but I just might be spying on you/Shelley ha.

RAKI: Fine.

Amlan and Raki, pals from Dartmouth, had found a nice Summer '24 idea to make it to France and were enjoying playing with their new air-transit 'culture' playset before their journey would begin, thinking of ways Raki might find the right language(s) to reconcile with his darling-gorgeous ex-wife (Shelley), who'd become a quality air-transit attendant. They were flying out of the Wind-City of challenged Bulls/Bears markets for an incomplete-lines reading for 21st-Century Earthling expressions of transit/traffic securities for 'confidence' Selfie-posts (sure).

SHELLEY: You still look and sound like a young boy, Mr. Raki.

RAKI: I still love you (Selfie-like).

SHELLEY: Perchance I'll find some free-minute to sit/talk, but uncertain (ok).

RAKI: I'll be thinking of you, and our old buds/dolls, from Dartmouth.

SHELLEY: I can see Amlan's with you for this French toast, Mr. Raki.

RAKI: Oh this shall be a cool social media culture commentary about air-love.

SHELLEY: Uncertain (ok)...Facebook-like.

FOOD COURT ATTENDANT: You want just the hot-dog, not the bread-bun.

AMLAN: Is that such a wondrous request?

ATTENDANT: Just take the bread and throw it out yourself; don't care!

AMLAN: Oh me thinks one duty you air-hosts have is to afford a simple plan, no?

ATTENDANT: Damn you...this is the American Homeland, not a drive-thru, sir.

AMLAN: Incompletely-true...Windy-City (O'Hare) is all about doggy=bag images.

ATTENDANT: Fine (thanx).

Folks, the flight was en-route now, and Amlan/Raki, pals from Dartmouth, were now on-board. Amlan was chewing the ear off an on-board nun who'd planned to visit some antiterrorism 'event' in Europe, and meanwhile, Mr. Raki thought to find creative miracle-language(s) to find the right-stuff tones/color to re-romance his ex (Shelley), thinking deeply now why a failed marriage, not fallen with adultery/malice but simple emotional incomplete-distances.

AMLAN: So, you're Catholic.

NUN: Look friend, I just would like to read this special Life-article (Somalia).

AMLAN: Fan of Black Hawk Down (Ridley Scott)?

NUN: I wonder if this was some ad-flight 'detour' that sees you on-board (IQ).

AMLAN: Ha, Facebook-like.

Folks, the flight didn't crash into any buildings and landed safely in Europe/France, and it found Raki/Shelley kissing (finally!), and Amlan had found a cool pilot-exchange during which he'd decided to (seriously now) consider some flight-training experience, perhaps for private-jet air-flight or airline/passenger plane captaincy (wow). Wow, terrorism had really made air-transit something even a Catholic-nun would brand as simply Earth-darkness (for the Ego).

JOURNAL: "Air-transit had doughnut-eyes for human-IQ; nothing hurts cute-IQ."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)