Pierre and Boudreaux was flying Cajun Airlines to da Mardi Gras. Boudreaux was flying da plane, and Pierre was in da back foolin' wit da cargo equipment an' stuff. Da plane hit some turbulence an started bouncin' around an' Boudreaux got knock unconscious. Den da plane start driftin'. Pierre come run up to da front an Boudreaux was sprawl out all over da steerin' wheel. Well, Pierre don't know nuttin' bout flyin' an he start to get panicky. He grab da microphone and holla "MayDay! MayDay! Dis is Cajun Air Line 90210. 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 anyt'ing ta us. Fus', how high you are, an whas you position?" Pierre thought a minute, den 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?" 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 groun' an how you' plane in relation to da airport!" Pierre, he start to panic 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 to know who you' next of kin..."