Authors Note: Hi dudes! I forgot Mr. Mallard was in the story, so I had to put him and Pops in their own seats across from the others in first class (go back to chapter 2 if you don't remember where people are sitting). Here is chapter 3 so enjoy and please follow/favorite/review! :D
About three hours later, everyone was quietly doing their own thing. In first class, Mordecai and Margaret were eating a small lunch together, Benson was working on paperwork while Skips was reading, Pops was playing with a ball in a cup, and Mr. Mallard was sleeping. Meanwhile in second class, Muscle Man was still snoring, much to Thomas' annoyance, High Five Ghost was listening to music, Rigby was playing a video game, and finally Eileen was staring out the window.
Mordecai spoke up, "Hey Benson?"
"Yes, Mordecai?" he said, looking back over the seat.
"Who decided that we should have this huge vacation?"
"Um, well that was my idea. I thought we could all use a break as it's getting close to winter."
"Oh. I was also wondering how you managed to get two tickets for Margaret and Eileen the day before our flight?"
"I got them from the same seller of the other ones. He offered me an amazing two for one deal!"
"Yeah, doesn't that seem fishy though?"
"NO! Now stop with the twenty questions!" he yelled.
"Hey! Don't shout at Mordecai like that!" Margaret yelled, defending him.
"Yeah Benson, relax and put down your paperwork for five minutes." Skips suggested.
Benson sunk back into his seat rubbing his forehead with both hands, "I'm sorry, I'm just fed up with my job at the moment."
"Why?" Mordecai asked.
"Well, it's Mr. Mallard. He's been riding my ass for too long. He keeps putting more and more paperwork on me, and I'm near my breaking point." he whispered.
"Aw, I feel for ya dude." Mordecai smiled.
"Thanks, guys. Now if only Rigby would be as mature as you, a lot of my stress would just melt away." he sighed.
"Rigby's okay Benson, he just messes up...a lot. Also slacks off...a lot. And-" Mordecai chuckled.
"He gets the point Mordecai." Skips interrupted.
Mordecai stood up and stepped into the aisle, "Sorry. Well, Margaret and I have to 'use the bathroom' so we'll talk to you later guys." Mordecai winked at Margaret, who followed him to the back of the plane.
"Don't take too long..." Skips smiled.
Mordecai was about to walk past Thomas, when he stopped.
"Hey Thomas, why are you sitting there man? I thought you-"
"Don't...ask..." he muttered.
"Sorry Thomas." Mordecai said, putting his hand over his mouth to hold back a laugh.
"Oh Starla, your skin is so soft..." Muscle Man slobbered.
'I'm gonna kill Rigby for this! Right after I throw up...' Thomas thought, shivering with disgust.
Eileen looked over at Rigby, who was completely into his video game.
"Hey Rigby?" she quietly asked.
She tapped him on his shoulder, "Rigby?"
"Yeah what's up?" he replied.
"When we get to Paris, did you want to...I don't know...go see the sights?" she asked blushing.
"Huh? Sights? Yeah that sounds great, Eileen."
'Oh Rigby, you're so cute when you act like a kid. Don't worry, we'll be together someday..." she thought, turning back to the window.
Another hour passed, with Mordecai and Margaret coming back to their seats after "using the bathroom" and Thomas, sadly, still stuck underneath Muscle Man, when the plane started to shake.
"Huh?! What was that bro?!" Muscle Man yelled sitting up.
'Thank God!' Thomas thought, going back to the bathroom to wash off.
"What'd you say Muscle Man?" High Five Ghost asked, pulling off his headphones.
"Didn't you feel the plane shake?!" he asked, freaking out.
"No. It was probably just turbulence." he replied.
The pilot came on, "Attention passengers, we are experiencing some minor turbulence but no need to worry. We are currently over the Amazon, which is about halfway through our flight, and we recommend that everyone remain in your seats and make sure you're fastened tightly."
Mr. Mallard awoke as well, "Wha-what's going on?!" he grumbled.
"Nothing sir, just some minor turbulence! We're about halfway to Paris." Benson answered.
"I'm scared father!" Pops whimpered.
"Don't worry son, Beanball here will take care of everything! Right, Beanball?" he said, giving Benson a dirty look.
"Yes, Mr. Mallard. It's Benson, by the way." he replied.
"Yes, yes. Whatever, Brian." he muttered.
"Ugh." Benson sighed, slapping his forehead.
The pilot came on again, "Hello again, passengers. We are heading into a sudden stormfront, possibly a hurricane. I'm required to tell you all to remain in your seats and you may need the oxygen masks above your seats. I've flown for over 30 years so we should be-"
"What happened to him Mordecai?" asked Margaret.
He came back on, "DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, WHAT IS THAT?! NO! NO! I'VE GOT TO PASS THIS STORM FROM HELL! NOOOOOOOOO!"
He went silent.