Stanton rolled his eyes as Serena almost fell from the check out counter that she was sitting on, cracking up at an Archie Comic book.

"Serena", he begged her. "We're supposed to be here on business".

Serena hesitated to glance at him before going back to her comic book. The love triangle between Archie, Veronica, and Betty was way more interesting than poaching a world renowned singer's evil earrings. Stanton just shook his head and continued to browse through the many articles in YM and Seventeen magazines. Serena cocked an eyebrow suspiciously when he would stop and giggle at the photos of Aston Cutcher. She worried about him sometimes... After a few minutes had passed and various high pitched giggles, Stanton shut the magazine that he was reading close, his eyes shining.

"She's in Miami, shooting for her new movie".

"Horse Loads?"

"Cross Roads"

Serena gasped. "No!"

"Oh, yes!" Stanton exclaimed, his eyes wide and fearful. "Number two!"

"Noooooo!" Serena cried.

"Serena". They groaned when they saw who was racing towards them. "You can't do this!"

"And why not?" Stanton challenged.

"Because you gave us leftover hot dogs!" Catty whined. "And plus you can't hurt Britany Speers!"

"Give me one good reason why not"

"Because um… because er…" The girls sat confused for like three minutes straight. Then just before Stanton could go off looking for the first season of Punk' D and that 70's Show, Vanessa spoke up.

"She was in Cross Roads".

"I hated Cross Roads", Jimena admitted.

"So did I", Catty sighed.

"You know what?" asked Vanessa. "I never wanna see that chick again".

"Serena". They all turned to the former daughter. "We're counting on you!"

"But-" Serena started to complain.

"Come on", Stanton dragged her out the other way.

"Go, Serena!"

"But-"

"Don't let us down!"

"Kill that bitch good!"

"But", Serena groaned as Stanton guided her from the building. "I didn't even get to finish my book…"

Serena threw a couple of airline peanuts in her mouth before turning to stare out of the airplane window as they departed from L. A. Sighing, she turned to Stanton who was eying her now, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Serena", he started. "I think it's time to take our relationship to the next level". He grinned and pointed to the empty bathroom in the back of the plane.

"Gross!" A little girl with pigtails gagged.

"Appalling", an older woman gasped.

"Overused movie cliché!" Serena glared at him. "And how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not sleeping with you".

Stanton pouted. That was the only line that he hadn't tried yet… He sighed and picked up his 'Pickup Line' book. Maybe he should start from the beginning now. "What's your sign?" he asked with a killer smile.

She groaned and opened her duffel bag. Pulling out a head set, she turned it on to reveal what sounded like an explosion. Stanton cocked an eyebrow as Serena started to bang her head as far as her neck would take it. His eyes widened as she knocked down a cup and bent the older woman's seat forward.

"I don't know her", he laughed nervously as a growing amount of passengers glowered down on him. Finally a stewardess confronted them.

"Sir, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to move to the back of the plane".

"But-"

"Sir, please"

Muttering something about racism, Stanton rose from his seat and took Serena, who had just banged her head against the window and was glancing around confused, by the hand and led her through the aisle. When they had passed a few rows or so, they stopped. A few passengers who had watched their little episode cursed at their presence. Stanton, however, didn't care. He scowled as Serena made her way pass him. If she wouldn't give it up, the least she could do was let him have the window seat. Groaning, he plopped down on the aisle seat, only to jump back up, nearly slamming into the ceiling. Serena gawked at him as he grasped as much of his ass as he could manage.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He screamed in pain. "A TACK!" He stared as a contagious spread of horrified expressions began.

"ATTACK!" A woman screamed. "We're under attack!"

Various passengers began to holler similar things. Finally a calm assistant pilot made his way down the aisle. "Everyone calm down!" He cried to get everyone's attention. "Now who's attacking?"

"Yeah", Stanton agreed, eager to blast whoever would dare to terrorize a plane with him on it. He gulped when they all pointed at him. "Wait! This is some misunderstanding!" He tried to explain. Ready to toy with their minds, he gathered his energy. That is until Serena's head caught him in the side, knocking them both unconscious. Watching as a few security guards rushed in, he slipped into darkness.

"This is all your fault", he complained, rubbing at his side. "If you weren't so hard headed-"

"My fault?!" She exclaimed. "If you weren't such a baby-"

"Don't try to pin this on me!"

"I'm not trying to pin anything on you!" She roared. "You'd probably just cry again!"

"I wasn't crying!"

"Was to!"

"Alright", he heaved. "All differences aside, let's look at the situation here. We're in Chicago".

"It's freezing"

"We have no method of transportation but shadow"

"It's freezing"

"We have no money"

"It's freezing"

"And you're hard headed"

"It's- HEY!"

"Okay, I'll stop". He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from freezing. "But you know what we have to do".

"Get some more hotdogs?"

"No", he shook his head. "We'll have to take the train".

"I hate trains", she complained. "I wanna take the bus".

"Train"

"Bus"

"Train"

"BUS!"

"Bus"

"TRAIN… doh!"

Stanton laughed and with that, they started off towards the nearest train… wherever that may have been.