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!"
