"Hello? Hello?"
Phoebe looked at the phone and hung up.
"Hey Joey, we gotta go now. There's a big snowstorm headed our way."
"Wheouim arom theohm ofthers?" Joey asked with a mouth full of donuts.
"What?"
"Where are the others?"
"Oh, they're stuck in the snowstorm. I don't know about Ross, the line got cut off."
"Well let's go then!"
They both grabbed their stuff and hustled out the door to call a cab. Meanwhile, Chandler and Monica began to search the apartment for candles.
"Chandler, how can you possibly not have any candles?"
"Well, Monica, unlike you, I don't go shopping at Kmart and buy out their Martha Stewart potpourri candles," Chandler retorted.
"Whatever, I'm going to go look in our apartment. I've got a stash somewhere. Ok, where's the door? Ow! Found it!"
As Monica left the room, Rachel began to look through the refrigerator.
"What are you doing Rachel?" Chandler asked.
"Well, we don't have Joey here, so the food is going to spoil."
"Oh, oh right, owwww!"
The door suddenly opened on Chandler's back.
"Rachel, where's the keys?"
"What?"
"The keys, I can't find them, I think I gave them to you."
"Monica, sweetie, no you didn't!"
"So we're stuck here in the dark?!?"
"Oh, hey I have some birthday candles," Chandler said.
"Chandler, BIRTHDAY CANDLES? BIRTHDAY CANDLES?"
"Monica, maybe its better if we just stay in the dark. It was 7 before the lights went off, so maybe we feel tired and go to sleep," Rachel reasoned.
"You know, this is all your fault Rachel," Monica whispered dangerously.
"My fault? MY FAULT?"
"Yea, I gave you the keys, and now you lost them."
"Monica, If I can recall, I gave them back to you and they must be in your left pocket," Rachel said with satisfaction.
"Um, no Rachel, that would be YOUR left pocket."
Rachel felt around her pants and slowly withdrew a key.
"Oh, I guess I have it."
"Thank you Rachel, now can you please hand it to me?"
"Where are you?"
"Next to the door."
"Where's the door?"
"Oh for god's sake, I'll come over to you."
Monica slowly felt her way to Rachel and walked back out the door.
"Phoebe, I swear they don't put enough peanuts in these packets! It's basically salt!" Joey said.
"Joey, they do that so you can buy more drinks," Phoebe answered.
"Well, its working," Joey said as he pressed the call button.
"Can I help you?" A voice rang out from behind.
"Uh yea, can I get a... how you doing?" Joey asked with a seductive voice.
The flight attendant looked at him with a curious look and began to walk away. The plane suddenly gave a furious tremble and continued to shake. The flight attendant fell on to Joey's lap screaming. Airbags began to fall out of their place and dinner trays flopped up and down. Phoebe grabbed Joey's arm and Joey threw his arm around her. They both waited for the worst to come.
Plz R&R thanks to those who have already.