Chapter 6

At the airport...

"I have my shellcell and you have yours, right?" Donny asked.

"Yesssssssssssssssss, Donny!" I replied.

"Ok, ok just checking! You don't have to get all mad at me!"

"Ok, I won't get mad. I mean, you only asked me that question 26 times today."

"Sorry! I just don't want us to split up! Because you already lost out daughter!"

"I lost her? She was in the foster home, you dolt!"

"I'm a dolt? Your an idiot!"

"Your stupid!"

"Dummy!"

"Moron!"

"Twerp!"

"I don't have time to argue over this! My plane's here! I'll call you!"

"Fine! Bye!"

"Bye!"

In "Spain"...

"Bonjour!" a man walked past me.

"Hola! ...Bonjour?" I ran up to a lady on the street. "Adonde voy yo?" Where am I?

"Me no spek espanol..." the lady walked off. I do not speak Spanish...

"You don't speak Spanish? This is Spain! Your supposed to speak Spanish!"

In "Paris"...

"Bonjour!" Donny was walking around town like an idiot saying hello.

"Hola!" a little boy said.

"Hola? Hmmm...I've never learned that word in French..." Ring, ring! "Bonjour?"

"Donny, shut up! I'm in Spain and everybody says that they don't speak Spanish!" I yelled.

"Funny...I thought that you had a French dictionary."

"I do."

"Can you look up the word Hola?"

"HOLA? THAT'S HELLO FOR SPANISH, YOU IDIOT! ...Wait a minute..."

"What?"

"What does bonjour mean in French? Or is there such a word?"

"Oh, that means hello."

"THAT'S IT!"

"What's it?"

"We got on the wrong planes! You got on the one to Spain and I got on the to Paris!"