(It's the next day and Schu sits up in bed, watching Crawford sleep)

Crawford: (snores)

Schu: (arches an eyebrow, then pokes him)

Crawford: *whines and buries his face in the pillow* No, mom I don't wanna go to school today, I'm sick…

Schu: *clonks him on the head*

Crawford: OW! *shoots up and falls off the bed*

Schu: *smiles sweetly* Rise and shine, time to go…

Crawford: …go? Go where?

Schu: *crosses arms* Well, Brad, if I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?

Crawford: I don't like surprises…

Schu: Oh, I just *know* you'll love this…and it'll be beneficial to both of us…

Crawford: *blinks*

Schu: Now get ready, our plane leaves in an hour.

Crawford: *glares* Since when did you become the leader?

Schu: *pokes him* Since *you* started slacking off and not letting me have my car…

Crawford: Schu, look at it my way…you'd just crash the damn thing 15 minutes after you got it, trying to do some brainless stunt…

Schu: *crosses arms* Would not!

Crawford: Would too.

Schu: Would not!

Crawford: Would too.

Schu: Would not!

Crawford: Would too.

Schu: Would not!

Crawford: Would too.

Schu: Would not!

Crawford: Would too.

Schu: Would not!

Crawford: Would too.

Schu: Would not!

Crawford: Would too.

Schu: Would not!

Crawford: Would too infinity plus one!

Schu: Damn you! *smacks him with a pillow*

Crawford: *glasses are knocked off and he's blinded* AHHHH!!!!

(in the airport…)

Nagi: *sitting straight up in his chair, hyperventilating* I really do not like flying, I really DO NOT like flying…

Crawford: *flipping through the paper* Tell it to the one who's making us go on this stupid trip…

Schu: But Bradley-chan, it'll be fun!

Crawford: That's exactly what you said before that trip to Disneyworld…

Schu: Eh?

~*FLASHBACK SEQUENCE*~

(Crawford, Schu, Farfello and Nagi are surrounded by people dressed as cartoon characters)

Crawford: (being poked by Donald Duck) I am not amused.

Donald Duck: Cheer up, little boy! You're in the HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!

Crawford: *shudders*

Schu: *clings to Crawford while Goofy tries to give him a big hug* Leave me alone!

Goofy: Aw, give Goofy a hug! *tries to grab him*

Schu: RAPE!

Goofy: *looks around, puts his hands up and slowly backs away*

Nagi: *Mickey Mouse tries to give him a balloon* I don't want a balloon! I want you to get the hell away from me!

Mickey Mouse: Let's see you turn that frown into a smile! *dances around moronically*

Nagi: Let's see you splattered like a fly on a windshield against that brick wall over there…

Mickey Mouse: Damned corrupt generation…

Farfello: *running around with a balloon* Can we go get some bread from Little Paris?!

~*~END FLASHBACK*~

Schu: …oh yeah.

(on the plane, taking off…)

Nagi: *grips his armrest, shaking* We'reallgonnadiewe'reallgonnadiewe'reallgonnadiewe'reallgonnadie

Schu: *looking pale* Oh , jeez…*grabs the obligatory barf bag and vomits into it*

Crawford: *sighs and works on his laptop*

Farfello: *is reading YM* Ooh…Schu, do you think that blue frost would be a good shade of eye shadow for my complexion?

Crawford: Who the hell gave him that magazine?

Schu: *vomits*

Farfello: …did you eat any toast? Because if you did-

Schu: NO!

Nagi: *jumps up and runs up and down the aisles, screaming bloody murder* LAND THE PLANE NOW! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!

Farfello: Maybe Pretty Plum would be a better color…hmmm…

(After the plane lands, everyone gets off and walks exhausted down the terminal)

Nagi: *stops and kisses the ground* Oh, thank you!

Schu: *leaning on Crawford, moaning* Assssprrrrrriiiiin…

Crawford: Hmph, serves you damn right! *shoves him off*

Farfello: Then again, I do like Prettiful Pink.

(the finally get out of the airport and to their destination, New York)

Schu: I wanna visit Central Park!

Farfello: I want to kill some pigeons.

Nagi: I wanna go on TRL!

Others: *turn around and stare in shock*

Nagi: …it was a joke, you know, ha ha?

Others: *slowly turn back around*

Nagi: *takes out his picture of Carson Daly and kisses it* You know I still love you baby…(Siko: O.o)

Crawford: Let's just find a hotel or something…so that I can murder Schuldig in *private*

Schu: *gulps*