"Mr. Williams….please wake up."

The classroom laughs.

Dr. Jones is getting tired of this.

"Mr. Williams, I will ask you one last time." Says Dr. Jones.

Mutt Williams doesn't care much for school, why should he wake up?

"Mr. Williams!" yells Dr. Jones.

Mutt Williams wakes up, and it is all dark.

He tries to move, but realizes he is closed in a very small space!

"What! No, no, no no no no no no!" panics Mutt Williams.

He starts banging on the walls, until someone hears him and pulls the box out of the wall. He was in a casket for dead patients at a hospital nearby the school.

"Ha! Looks like he wasn't joking this time!" laughs Mary, who pulls him out.

"Shut up." Says Mutt Williams.

He checks his pocket for his Swiss Army knife.

"Where is my thing?" says Mutt Williams.

"You're what?" asks Mary.

"My knife!" says Mutt Williams.

"Your teacher took it when he dropped you off here." Says Mary.

"Argh!" says Mutt Williams with an angry tone. He finds his jacket, and storms out the hospital.

"That kid is such a troublemaker." Says Mary.

BANG!

Mutt Williams slams into Dr. Jones' classroom.

Dr. Jones is alone at his desk, with the class gone for the day.

"You overgrown little…." Says Mutt Williams.

"Congratulations, junior, you are going on a trip!" says Dr. Jones, still looking at his papers.

"…what are you talking about?" says Mutt Williams.

"You are going on our Field Trip to an excavation in Nevada with me and a few others in the class." Says Dr. Jones.

"No I'm not, I did not fill out those papers!" says Mutt.

"I did." Said Jones.

"You can't do that!" says Mutt Williams.

"Yes I can, I am your father." Says Dr. Jones.

"Fathers don't put their sons into caskets while they are sleeping." Says Mutt.

"I am not your average father." Says Dr. Jones with a laugh.

Dr. Jones hands Mutt his knife and his ticket. Mutt looks at the ticket, very unhappily.

Brrrrrummmmmm!

The plane propellers start up!

"Dr. Jones, so when we get there, how long do we have until you drop us on the ground and start digging for junk?" asks Lenny, one of Dr. Jones' students.

"Well, we will get there at about midnight, so you have until morning." Says Dr. Jones.

"Harsh, man." Says Lenny. "You hear that, Cornelius?"

"It's great! It's going to be a swell day under the sun." says Cornelius, another of Dr. Jones' students.

"Ugh. This trip is going to be horrible." Says Lenny.

"You said it." Says Mutt.

"Hey, I thought you were the one that wanted to go the most." Says Cornelius.

"No, I was forced to go by Senior Buck Rogers here." Says Mutt.

"Did you get all your make up packed?" says Dr. Jones.

"Yes, Doc." says Mutt Williams.

"I wasn't talking to you, son." says Dr. Jones.

He was talking to Mary from the hospital, who volunteered to go on the trip.

Mutt Williams is now embarrassed.

"Hello there, Mutt." says Mary.

"Yo." says Mutt Williams.

He, Cornelius, and Lenny get on the plane.

"You sure you want to go on this trip?" asks Dr. Jones to Mary. "It won't be very exciting."

"I need a good time off from the hospital, and who knows, I may meet someone." says Mary.

Dr. Jones and Mary get on the plane.

"Indy!" yells the pilot.

"Harry!" says Dr. Jones.

"Good to see you again, you old goon!" says Harry.

"Likewise, you senile grouch!" says Dr. Jones.

"Hey, this is my co-pilot, he is a student and I am teaching him the ropes." Says Harry. "His name is…what's your name?"

"Smith." says Smith, the co-pilot.

"Ha! Smith! Can't have a more trusting name than that!" says Harry.

"You aren't going to let him fly the plane with us in it, right?" says Dr. Jones.

"If you don't want him to, he doesn't have to, but I tell you, he is a great pilot, better than me!" says Harry.

"Eh." says Dr. Jones.

"Alright! I'm going to get a drink of water before we take off." says Harry.

"Here, I got some water." says Smith.

"Oh, thank you." says Harry, and he proceeds to drink.

The passengers sit down and the plane takes off.

The plane is high above the sky.

"Whoa." says Harry.

"What is it?" asks Dr. Jones from behind.

"I think….I think I am not seeing as good as I used to. My age may be getting to me." says Harry.

"You think you're OK?" asks Dr. Jones.

"Nah, I am fine. It's just that I am not going to be a very good pilot without my vision." says Harry. "Smith, take over, please. I am going to lie down for a rest."

"Yes, teacher." says Smith.

Dr. Jones fastens his seat belt. He looks behind to Mutt.

"See that, kid. That's how a good student behaves." says Dr. Jones.

"I'll remember that the next time you get old." says Mutt.

Dr. Jones scoffs and hides his face behind his hat, and falls asleep as the clouds spread towards the horizon…