A/N: Ok, Raoul is going to be the dumb one for now. (Since he is a fop)

Flight Attendant: Please make sure your trays are in the upright position, your seatbelts are on and your cell phones are off…we will be in the air shortly. (plane turns on to runway)

Ra: Ah! Oh no, my tray table isn't going into the upright position! (pushes with all his might) I'm going to die! (Starts hyperventilating) My cell phone! Is it off? I can't find my cell phone…this flight is doomed we are all going to die! Die I tell you! DIE!

(People in the first class cabin stare at him and Erik)

E: (rolls eyes, lightly pushes the tray table into an upright position, takes Raoul's cell phone out of his pocket turns it off, then slaps Raoul until he comes to his senses. Which he takes enormous pleasure in doing.)

Ra: (has stopped hyperventilating thanks to Erik's slaps) I don't like planes…

E: Then why the hell did you decide to fly with me to LA?

Ra: I…I…I dunno…I'm just a fop leave me aloooone!

E: (shrugs shoulders) Ok, works for me (stares out the window).

(The plane engines roar as it leaves the runway and starts gaining altitude. Raoul is convinced that this means the plane is crashing and puts his hand tightly over Erik's)

E: (enraged) Get your diseased fop hand off of me…whether you like AI or not, your still a fop!

Ra: (petrified)

E: There's only one way to solve this…(Punjab's Raoul until he becomes unconscious, and pulls his unconscious hand off his). Finally, peace and quiet….

(Later at the airport)

Ra: That was a short ride… I don't remember anything about the flight.

E: Yep, lets find our luggage (goes to rotating carousel).

Ra: This totally beats the salon chair! (Sits on conveyor belt) Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee! Try to catch me now Erik!

E: (looks hurriedly for luggage)

Police officer: Excuse me sir, but the carousel is not a toy.

Ra: He he he…

Po: Sir, please get off the conveyor belt.

Ra: Ha ha ha ha!

Po: (firmly grabs Raoul's shoulder) Sir, I'm going to have to escort you off the premises.

Ra: No wait…I'm rich. I'm rich I tell you I'm the vicotme de chagny!

E: (has finally found luggage and throws Raoul's luggage at the police officer) I'll meet you at the hotel…adios! (Smirks).

(Later at the hotel)

(Raoul and Erik stare at the queen bed in the middle of the room)

E: Why did you book us a suite with ONE BED?

Ra: I thought it would be like a fun sleepover! (laughs girlishly)
E: There is no way I'm getting in that bed with you.

Ra: Well, life's not always fair.

E: Actually…

(10 minutes later Erik is sleeping comfortably on the bed, while Raoul is forced to sleep on the floor)

E: Good night fop!

Ra: (mumbles under breath)

(Later that night)

Ra: Christine…Christine!
E: (shakes Raoul awake) WHAT WERE YOU JUST SAYING?

Ra: Christine.

E: WHY?

Ra: (not noticing how angry Erik is getting) I mean I still like her, can't I dream about her?

E: NO! Besides, there is no way any other man, but myself can touch Christine. She's very well protected.

(Miles away as the milkman is delivering the milk to Christine, his arm accidentally brushes hers, setting off a series of alarms, and causing a laser grid to surround her, as punjabs fall out of the sky at random. The milkman horrified runs away screaming.)

C: ERIK!

Ra: (falls back to sleep and starts to snore)

E: (sighs)

(The next morning)

Ra: Ready to go, today you'll meet the judges are you excited?

E: Yep (pulls on his black cape).

Ra: Maybe you should wear something more colorful, this is California after all!

E: (Looks at Raoul's Hawaiian print shirt with disgust) I'm fine.

Ra: Lets go then!