"Attention all passengers we ask that you fasten your seat belts as we will be encountering some air turbulence. We are preparing to make our final decent into Cancun, Mexico. We will be landing in roughly 32 minutes. Current time is 11:03 am, temperature today is 91 degrees and the forecast is sunny with light clouds throughout the day. Thank you for flying Delta Airlines."

"Oh my god! Can you believe we are almost in Cancun! I am like so excited." Marisol said jamming all her magazines back into her bag as they prepared for the plane to make its landing.

"Marisol I can't believe that Sports Illustrated is nice enough to put you up in the Sandals Resort and Spa." Itachi said.

"Just think, in four hours we will be sitting Oceanside at the Sports Illustrated opening gala, and we have Marisol's hot body to thank, yeah." Dana said.

"Oh my god, I like so can't wait to get a shower and get changed for tonight's gala!" Marisol said.

"Hey what kind of room do we have anyway?" Itachi asked.

"Hello!? An oceanfront suite!" Marisol said.

"Oh damn, Marisol…thank your parents for me for being born hot." Itachi told her.

"You know, I've been thinking. Do you think the other Sports Illustrated models will be bitches?" Marisol asked.

"Hmmmmm, well if they are anything like those girls on the dance company they'll all just be sluts with a bad attitude, yeah." Deidara said.

"How do you think the house search is going for the guys?" Itachi asked.

"well, they've probably been looking at stupid boring houses, yeah." Deidara said disgusted.

Meanwhile, at IHOP Sasori had his notes out to discuss the first house that everyone had just been through.

"Alright, I noticed that the house had a nice entry-way, a spacious living area, slightly dated kitchen and truthfully I think the upstairs was too small for us." Sasori shared.

"I agree completely, that's not the house for us, plus we don't have a use for a basement that big. You know if Orochimaru finds out we have a house with a basement he'll want to store weird shit there."

"If we get a yard can we get a slip-n-slide?" Tobi asked innocently.

"Yes, Tobi we'll get a slip-n-slide." Kisame answered. And speaking of Orochimaru…Sasori's phone rang, it was Kabuto.

"Hey Kabuto, what do you want? What do you mean why didn't I call you and tell you that we were going to IHOP, we didn't know until like 15 minutes ago. Yes, yes I know how much you love the French toast. You know, Orochimaru can make coffee, I know he can. He doesn't always have to come to IHOP for coffee. Kabuto…..oh god, Kabuto just……look I have to go goodbye." Sasori slapped his phone shut. He really hated it when Kabuto called him when they were trying to have dinner. "Sorry, stupid Kabuto is pissed that he wasn't invited to IHOP."

"God, do you know what a pain in the ass it will be when they find out that we're buying a house? They will want to come over like….all the time!" Zetsu said.

"Well, let's worry about that later. We need to focus more on this house for now. What else? We all know that Tobi liked the yard." Sasori said.

"Seriously, I really don't think that house is for us. I mean yes it's two levels, but the bedrooms aren't going to be big enough." Hidan said.

"I agree, with Hidan. We need to see the second house and then compare." Kakuzu said.

"You know, this process is so much more peaceful without Deidara and Itachi, god if they were here right now it would just be a non-stop bitch fest." Sasori stated.

"Man, you're so right it would be all 'there aren't enough mirrors' or 'it's too far away from the mall, yeah'. " Kisame said mockingly. "And by the way, these new funnel cakes on the menu…bitchin crazy good." Kisame said.

"You know, I almost got those." Zetsu said.

"Dude, dude, here take a bite." Kisame said shoving some funnel cake toward Zetsu. It seems like Sasori had this under control. Now, as for what was happening in Cancun.

"Oh shit, none of us speak Spanish! Where the hell is baggage claim! Oh god….BAGGAGE CLAIM!" Itachi panicked.

"Itachi! Marisol totally speaks Spanish, yeah! Remember Miami, yeah?" Deidara said.

"Oh, that's right, oh god I nearly lost it there for a minute. I mean not that I put…IT in baggage." Itachi said fanning himself.

"Of course Itachi, calm down Marisol will get us around, yeah." Deidara reassured him.

"Oh my god! Okay, let's go claim our baggage and then go get a cab. Senor! Senor! Donde esta la recogida de equipaje? Si, y el taxi va a Sandals Resort Hotel? Gracias Senor!" Thank god Marisol knew what she was doing. "Okay! Let's go get our luggage and get a cab to the hotel!" Marisol was so happy. She grabbed Deidara's hand and lead the way to baggage claim. Their luggage was unmistakable. Marisol and Dana had the 5 bags of Louis Vuitton luggage and Itachi and Deidara had the 3 Christian Dior garment bags and the other 4 Samsonite deluxe travelers edition luggage. Not to mention they all had 2 carry on bags a piece, how they got all the luggage through security was a mystery.

"Deidara, push that bitch out of the way, here comes one of our Dior bags." Itachi coached.

"No Itachi! She's old, yeah!" Deidara whispered to him.

"Fine! I'll get it." Itachi climbed over other passengers and grabbed the Dior garment bag, of course at that time one of Dana's Louis Vuitton bags spit out of the shoot and so Itachi insisted on rolling around on the conveyor belt to get to it. He took the first items back and handed them off to Deidara. Twenty minutes later the four of them were loaded down with so much crap that they could barely see where they were going.

"Hey, um do you think we're going to need two cabs, yeah? I mean we have lots of stuff!" Dana said stumbling around due to the weight of her own stuff.

"I think we do. Okay, Dana you and I will take off after Marisol and Deidara." Itachi had devised a very logical and calm plan! The struggle would be getting to the automatic doors without knocking everyone don along the way. Deidara and Marisol successfully slammed their luggage into four people, Itachi got pissed off because he got hit in the back of the head with an umbrella and Dana tripped over her own luggage 3 times because her stiletto heels kept getting too close to the wheels. But finally they had made it to the automatic doors where cabs lined up at all hours of the day. It was official, the Sports Illustrated vacation had begun.