Seating Assignments Pilika and Ren Jun and a perky little redhead she's never seen in her life Tamao and HoroHoro Manta and a very tall blonde girl who keeps giving him weird looks Yoh and Anna Bailong, a Doberman pinscher, and a yappy little Jack Russell Terrier (he's in cargo)

"Somebody switch with me! Or kill me!" Anna moaned. Yoh was grooving to his headphones again, lip synching like mad. She lifted an earphone. "Are you sick or something?"
He stopped. "I'm grooving! Don't throw off my groove!" he shouted.
Anna slapped a finger to his lips. "Shut up, you silly boy! Everyone will think you're insane!" she said. Yoh went cross-eyed staring at her finger. She jerked it away. "Go back to your own little universe," she said.

"Are you Japanese?" Jun asked the redheaded girl beside her.
The girl laughed. It was a strange laugh, a cross between Woody the Woodpecker and Goofy. "No way! I'm from Kentucky!" She smiled brightly. "But what about you? Where do you come from, where are you going, what is your favorite color, do you want to be my new friend?!"
"Um." Jun stammered. "China..Disney World..emerald green.and you'd probably hurt me if I said no."
"Great!" the redhead giggled. "I'm Cait! And I'm going to Disney World too!"
"Spare me," Jun mumbled.

Pilika nudged Ren. "Move over," she said.
He elbowed her back. "No, you move over," he insisted.
"You move."
"You move."
"You move."
"You're an imbecile."
"You're an idiot."
"Baka."
"Eejit."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to start taxiing."
"What does that mean?" Ren asked.
"The plane's going into the air," Pilika explained. As she said that, the plane began moving rapidly down the runway.
"Kisama!" Ren yelped. He dug his short fingernails into the armrest. The plane shot into the sky. "Please don't let me die, please don't let me die, please don't let me die."
Pilika tapped his shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"No!" he wailed. "I want my sister! Or Tigey!!"
"Who?"
"Erm.nothing." Ren gripped the armrests harder. "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!"
Pilika patted his hand. "It's okay, Ren. It's safer to fly than to ride in a car. And even safer to fly than to ride in a car when your sister's driving."
This was not comforting.

HoroHoro beamed. Tamao was sitting next to him, and life was good. "So, Tamao," he said, trying the suave and debonair approach. "Ever flown before?"
"I like this one," she said.
"You mean you like this flight, or." he leaned closer ".is it just the company?"
"I'm not sure about this."
"It's okay, doll face," HoroHoro said. "I can go slow for you." He leaned even closer.
"Oh! I've decided now!" Tamao exclaimed.
"Hm, so it IS the company!" HoroHoro crowed. He was half an inch away from her cheek. He puckered up.
Tamao turned and lifted her little headphones. "Are you trying to decide which in-flight movie to watch, too?" she asked sweetly, totally clueless.
HoroHoro slunk down in his seat. "Erm, yeah," he mumbled.
"I couldn't decide which one- Sinbad or Kangaroo Jack," she said.
"Yeah, tough choice." HoroHoro glanced down at the screen guide. They had The Matrix. That looked pretty good to him.
"So I decided that you can watch Sinbad and I can watch Kangaroo Jack, and then we'll switch!" Tamao said, beaming. She reached over and pressed in the buttons. "There you go, HoroHoro-san! Sinbad and the Legend of the Seven Seas, just for you!"

Manta glanced up. "Eh.can I help you?" he inquired politely. The blonde girl had been staring at him ever since he sat down.
"Are you a midget?" she asked.
"Just for now," Manta mumbled. "I haven't hit my growth spurt yet."
The girl stretched her long legs pointedly. "Yeah. I know this girl who's really short. But she's, like, not as short as you are," she said.
"Okay."
"And I have this other friend, who's like, even shorter than that other girl, but even she's, like, not as short as you are."
"Grand hurrah for you," Manta said, turning the page, hoping she would get a clue.
"And, like, my little brother is in like, fifth grade, and he's like, taller than you."

Poke. "Whatcha doing?"
"Reading."
Poke. "Whatcha reading?"
"A book."
Poke. "What's it called?"
"It's called 'I'm About to Murder My Fiancé'." Anna slammed her book shut, neatly pinching Yoh's inquisitive nose in the process. "If you don't shut up, I'm sure I'll be able to write the book," she said.
"I think you got a paper cut in my nostril," Yoh mumbled.
"I'm not going to bandage that," Anna said. She opened her book- which was actually titled "Big Yutzes and the Poor Girls Who Love Them- A Dr. Jerry Phil Winfrey Special"- and started back at Chapter Five, which was titled "Learning to Motivate the Big Yutz."
Poke. "Are we there yet?"
"No."
Poke. "How much longer?"
"About two hours."
Poke. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Get out of your seat and walk that way."
Poke. "Which way?"
"Open the latch labeled Emergency Exit."
Poke. "Are you being sarcastic?"
"I am never sarcastic."
Poke. "Are you mad at me?"
"I will be if you keep poking me and asking stupid questions."
"Oh. Sorry."
Pause.
"My mother said there's no such thing as a stupid question."
"SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!"