Pierre and Boudreaux were flying Cajun Airlines to the Mardi Gras. Boudreaux was flying the plane, and Pierre was in the back foolin' with the cargo equipment and stuff.
The plane hit some turbulence and started bouncin' around and Boudreaux got knocked unconscious. Then the plane started to drift. Pierre came running up to the front and Boudreaux was sprawled out all over the steering wheel.
Well, Pierre don't know anything about flyin and he starts to get nervous. He grabbed the microphone and yelled "May Day! May Day! Dis is Cajun Air Line 70649. Boudreaux, him knock unconscious an I don know nuttin about flyin dis plane!"
"Dis is da control tower," Someone answered. "Don't you worry a bout nuttin. We gonna splain how you to land dis plane, step by step, ah gar-own-tee! Jus leave anyting ta us. First, how high you are, an whas you position?"
Pierre thought a minute, then said, "I'm five foot ten an I'm all da way to da front of da plane."
"No! No! No!" answer da tower. " What you altitude, an where you location?"
Pierre say, "Man, rat now ah got a po attitude, an ah'm from Thibodeaux, Laweezeeanna!"
" 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 to da airport!"
Pierre, he started to panic by this time. He said, "Countin Boudreaux's feets an mine together, we got four feet off da ground an I don't believe dis plane related to your airport!"
A long pause-----the silence was deafening.
"We need to know who's your next of kin."
