Airplane-24

Two affable pals make for a small-adventure on an Italian-flight from America, during which they may discover both magic and Hell (for readings).

A 'hip' New Year's 'fanfiction' of sorts of that iconic original laugh-house transit-culture comedy movie Airplane! (1980), starring the great Robert Hays (Starman, Cat's Eye). Hope you like, 

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AMLAN: Getting through this Italian-flight's no cake; my ex-wife's an attendant.

RAKI: Don't fear, friend; I'll be your spiritual advisor; she won't seduce you now.

AMLAN: I guess you're right, good-buddy (thanx).

RAKI: I guess there's no fear of terrorism from JFK.

AMLAN: Nah, he was a great (dead) President; besides, it's 23-years since 9/11.

RAKI: I hate the number-23; bad Facebook-jokes (damn).

AMLAN: I wonder what the in-flight movie is, worth a Facebook-post/IQ.

RAKI: Awesome (let's go).

Well, the atmospherics inside the airport in the year 2024 were just-fine for two post-grad buddies from Dartmouth, darting to Sicily to meet women and fall in love, but Amlan knew his ex-wife (Esmerelda) was a flight-attendant on this momentous journey, but all Amlan/Raki noticed inside the airport while waiting/boarding (with damn patience!) was the fun/colored passerby/travelers helping them ease their worries/woe(s) about post-9/11 Earth terrorism (or even Martian invasions). This was '24 photo-synthesis (for a cool bureaucracy-reading, surely).

ATTENDANT (Esmerelda): We've been informed there's a terror-threat (now!).

AMLAN: Geez, this is a bad environment to ignore your ex-wife, Raki.

RAKI: She'd like a nice French-kiss me thinks (now).

AMLAN: I'll do my part, good-buddy; you find the terrorist.

RAKI: Heroics for post-journey comics-arts (online), hopefully.

AMLAN: What if the terrorist's secretly a Martian?

RAKI: Anything's conceivable in this new millennium, Amlan my friend (wait).

Wow, Amlan/Raki were good-charms for the Italian-flight for Esmerelda, the flight-attendant, Amlan's ex-wife. While Amlan kissed Esmerelda to assure her of securities/bonds, Raki was busy sniffing out the terrorist on-board kept-secret by the 'wise' flight-crew (and pilot!). When he marked the stranger bearded-man, he asked him, "You look Martian, so are you?"

TERRORIST: You've got the human-Earth 'face' for social-media cross-traffic.

RAKI: You believe you're from Mars, eh?

TERRORIST: I've got something sweet (or sour) in this briefcase, no jokes.

RAKI: I understand, Mr. Martian; this'll make for a fine-bread on Facebook, ok?

TERRORIST: I want no 'troubles' for social-media; just psychiatric-care (ok?).

RAKI: Cool (bureaucracy-readings).

ESMERELDA: I didn't think you'd like (Indian) luchi-bread for thanksgiving.

AMLAN: We got out of that terror-nightmare at 20,000 feet, darling ex-wife!

ESMERELDA: Look if it's trauma for reunite, then let's be adult with this game.

AMLAN: I love you...and this Italian airport food-court (Indian) luchi (bread).

ESMERELDA: Good (thanx).

Well, Amlan/Raki made it out (ok) from that terror in the skies in the year 2024, just 23 years after September 11, and that 'stranger' terrorist, thinking/believing he was from Mars, told his psychiatrist he was 'convinced' to create Earth-paranoia by the Creeper, and his psychiatrist simply comforted the poor-soul.

PSYCHIATRIST: 9/11 produced smoky Hell, good man.

TERRORIST: They didn't believe in the voices in my brain(s), doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: All's you really need, poor-man, is movies!

TERRORIST: You know something (specific) about the Creeper?

PSYCHIATRIST: I think we'll 'adapt' something for 9/11 field goals.

TERRORIST: Damn.

"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)