Disclaimer: I don't own any of the ducks. I own Banksie's thoughts, not Adam Banks.

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait for an update. I got really busy with vacation and stuff that I haven't been able to whip up a chapter for Adam's ridiculous thoughts. I hope you like the chapter; it'll be a Happy New Year gift. Thanks for the reviews. I love seeing that people like this story, so please keep the reviews coming. It keeps me motivated.

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"Hey Julie!" Connie called Julie over to the group consisting of Charlie, Guy, Connie, and that Banks kid sweating bullets from that threat that Connie made towards him a few days ago. I guess you wouldn't consider, 'Don't worry Banks, you guys will talk!' as a threat, but I sure did. Now she's calling her over. Moreau The Murderer, it's not The Velvet Hammer anymore, it's Moreau The Murderer.

"Hey you guys." She smiled and I stared while she looked at all of us as a greeting. "What's up?"

"Nothing really, we're just talking about how awesome this is gonna be," Connie answered.

Charlie took a large bite out of his sandwich, "Yeah it is." He said with a full mouth. The girls grimaced, while Guy and I stared at the thing that just flew out of Charlie's mouth, sitting on the ground. It looked like a tomato and turkey mashed together. No one will ever truly know.

"What's your seat number?" Connie asked and I knew her plan was beginning to take action. I could feel it. Well, I could feel my stomach do a flip.

"Oh," Julie looked at her ticket. "11A."

Connie pretended to gasp in surprise. I swear if hockey doesn't work out for Connie, she could be an actress. A damn good one at that. "That is so cool. Banksie is 11B, I'm 11C."

I looked down at my ticket and read aloud in my mind, '11C.' An actress I tell ya, or just a really good liar. I'm gonna go with the actress thought incase Connie ever finds out that I thought she could be a possible liar.

"Nice," She looked down at me. "Now I have someone to talk to on the plane."

My eyes grew wide.

"Banks is mute, can't talk." Guy joked and they laughed.

You shouldn't laugh at jokes that could possibly be true.

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I let Julie sit down and I just stood in the middle of the isle. Guy and Connie winked at me for encouragement, and then Connie sat down, an isle away from Guy.

She looked up at me, and waited for me to sit down, "You gonna stand there all day Banks?"

"I'm comin, I'm comin. No need for attitude, geez." I climbed over and she tripped me a little, so I grabbed onto my armrest so I wouldn't fall right on top of Julie. Connie held back a laugh, and I was convinced that she planned that I did fall.

"Okay," Julie sat up as she faced me. "So, there's this game I really want to play. It's called twenty-one questions. I ask you a question, you answer, you ask, and then I answer. We do that for well, twenty-one times for both of us. It seems like it could make a flight go pretty fast, and well, I haven't really talked to you as much as the other ducks, and this game will help us get to know each other, right?" She smiled.

Oh. Yes, that feeling that I just had is the feeling of a mild heart attack. Let me give you a glimpse of how this game will go.

Julie says, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I say, "In my mind, yeah."

She says, "Really? Ooh, who is it?"

I say, "Does that count as a question?"

She says, "I guess, yeah."

"Oh. Okay."

Long awkward pause.

"Well, who is it?" She asks me again.

"Oh. Uh, you."

She looks around uncomfortably, sits back into her chair, and just stares at the man talking on the airplane television.

HA. It's gonna happen. It's gonna go just like that. Oh man. OH MAN. Curse Connie's malicious ways with potential couples.

"Okay." I answered to playing the game.

"All right." She sounded excited, a little too excited to me, like she knew my secret conversation or something. Did I say it out loud? Because I think Connie and Guy are giggling at me.

"I'll go first." She rubbed her hand together, "Something small, like, well, what band do you love to listen to?"

"AC/DC."

This wasn't bad.

'What band do you listen to the most?"

She smiled, "Lately, AC/DC."

Something in common! We're going to get married.

"Awesome! I love them. They're so good. Every single song is just so…" My voice trailed off when I noticed her staring at my ticket.

"I thought your seat is 11B?" She asked confused, "That says 11C."

I smiled, and nudged Connie, who looked nervous. She definitely heard Julie say that.

Connie turned to face Julie, "Oh. Well." She stammered, "Guy sits next to the isle, so I just wanted to talk to him during the flight. You know, just uh, because I can't live without Guy. Heh."

You could tell Connie wanted to gag because she just said that she couldn't live without Guy. Good. She got me into this very uncomfortable, heart stopping position.

"Oh," Julie smiled. "They're cute." She told me as Connie faced Guy, who tried not to laugh hysterically.

"Can't live without me, huh?" I heard him mumble, and she kicked him across the isle.

Oh Connie. Turning my world around by making me talk to a girl, how could you do this to me? This is going to give me heart problems. This could kill me, it really could. Julie continued to talk about AC/DC, and my love for Connie grew by the minute for making me do this. I think I might be bi-polar.