Cajun Airlines Pierre and Boudreaux, he was flyin' Cajun Airlines to Mardi Gras. Boudreaux, he flying de plane and Pierre, he in de back foolin' wit cargo 'n stuff. De plane she hit some turbulence 'n started bouncin' around 'n Boudreaux, he got knock unconscious. Den de plane she start adriftin'. Pierre, he come run up de front, 'n Boudreaux, he was sprawl out over de steerin wheel. Well, Pierre, he don't know nutin' 'bout no flyin' 'n he start to get panicky. He grab da microphone and hollah, "May Day! May Day! Dis is Cajun Air Line 90210. Boudreaux, him knock unconscious an I doan know nutin about flyin dis here plane!" "Dis here is de Baton Rouge control tower," someone answer. "Doan you worry about a little ting. We gonna 'splain you how to land de plane, step by step, ah gar-own-tee! Jus' leave anyting ta us. Fust, how high you are an where you position?" Pierre, he tink a minute, den he say, "I five foot ten an I all da way to de front 'o de plane." "No! No!" answer de tower. "What you altitude an where you location?" Pierre,sore vexed, he say, "Man, ah got a po attitude, an I'm from Thibodeaux!" "No! No! No!" came an exasperated voice. "Ah needs to know how many feets you got off de groun', an how you plane in relation to de airport!" Pierre, he start to panic by dis time. He say, "Countin' Boudreaux's 'n mine, we gots fo' feets off de groun', an I doan believe dis plane she related to you airport!" A long pause ---- de silence was deafenin'. "We needs to know who you next of kin..."