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 and 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
panaky.  He grab da microphone and holla "May Day! May Day!
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 a
bout nuttin.  We gonna splain how you to land dis plane, step
by step, ah gar-own-tee!  Jus leave anyting 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 whoo you next of kin.."