Caillou's Special Vacation


It was a very special day for Caillou. The four-year-old little boy was excited to be going on his first plane ride. It had been a special trip planned out by his Mommy and Daddy. He didn't know where they were going, but all he knew was that he was going to be taking a plane for the first time.

He had never been on a plane before. He had played with his toy plane quite a lot, along with his Teddy Bear and Rexie, his dinosaur. But never did he think he'd actually fly on a plane! They had gotten up early that morning, in order to be on time. Going through TSA had been very fun for Caillou. The guards had been happy to explain to him what the special wands were for, as well as the body scanners.

He bounced in his seat, kicking his feet happily as he remembered the conversation. "Why is it that we have to go into these funny machines?"

"Oh, you can thank terrorists for that. You see, back before you were born, in New York City, there were two big towers. But some bad people flew some planes into them, and now, we have to make sure that no one is carrying bombs with them. That's what these wands are for, to scan you and make sure you don't have explosives."

"Um sir, I don't think that is appropriate for you to tell him," his father had said, a frown on his face. The TSA agent merely shrugged.

"He's gotta learn about 9/11 at some point, sir."

"Daddy, what's 9/11?"

Caillou didn't get an answer for that one, but perhaps when they were at their vacation spot, they'd be able to talk about it. He was sad because he didn't have his toys with him, they were in his suitcase, but his daddy had promised they'd be able to listen to music on the plane.

"Are you excited for our flight, Caillou?"

"Oh yes, Mommy! I can't wait to see where we're going!" he happily replied. His mother smiled as she bounced Rosie on her knee.

"You are going to have a lot of fun! Once we land, I'll tell you exactly where we are going!" the brown-haired woman said.

"Ah good, the flight hasn't left yet!"

Caillou's eyes lit up, hearing the familiar voice of his grandfather. He jumped from his seat, hugging the man tightly. "Grandpa, Grandma! You're here too?!"

"Of course, Caillou! This is a special trip, we wouldn't miss it for the world!" the older woman said, giving him a smile. She dug into her purse, pulling out some chewing gum for him. "Here you go, this will help you. When you go up in the air on a plane, your ears will become affected. Chewing gum helps you."

"Wow, thanks Grandma!" he cheered, taking the stick of chewing gum, quickly shoving it in his mouth. He was absolutely glowing.

It wasn't long before their flight was called, and the boarding process began. As they were in first class, they had been able to get on the airplane first. It had been a hulking beast of an aircraft, a Boeing 747. The plane itself had four massive engines, which would allow it to travel quite fast.

The flight crew greeted Caillou, who happily skipped into the plane. As they were being directed to their seats, Caillou's father tapped his shoulder, grabbing his attention. "Would you like to see the cockpit?"

"Can I?"

"Sure! I don't think they'd mind," he said, scooping his son into his arms, moving toward the front of the plane. He spotted one of the pilots, the Captain, and gave him a nod. "Hello Captain, would you mind if Caillou here saw the cockpit?"

"Not at all, is this your first flight, Caillou?" the man asked, earning a nod from the little boy.

"Yes, it is. I'm a little scared, but I know plane rides are fun too!"

"They can be," he said, gesturing to the cockpit, where the first officer was in the middle of his pre-flight check. Caillou looked around with wonder in his eyes. "These here is what we call Avionics, it's what helps us fly the plane. All these little buttons, knobs, and switches control a different part of the plane."

"Is flying a plane hard?"

"It can be, at first, but you have to practice. We need to train ourselves to fly a plane, it's a delicate process. But you are in safe hands! Why, flying a plane can be like driving a car!" the pilot said, chuckling.

"Believe it or not, Caillou, I wanted to be a pilot too! But I ended up getting a bit busy, so I wasn't able to finish my course." his father said.

"Can you fly this plane, Daddy?"

"Oh no, not a jet like this one. It would take years for me to learn to fly one of these." the man said, hugging his son tightly. "But it looks very fun."

"Captain, I need you to check these over. I don't know why but something seems a little off." the first officer said, earning a nod from the Captain.

"Well folks, duty calls. Head back to your seats, once we're in the air, I'll call you back so you can see us in action. It was nice meeting you, Caillou!" the pilot said, giving the young boy a wave. He and his father made their way back to first class, the captain pausing to take the clipboard from his co-pilot. "Hm… nothing seems out of the ordinary."

"I don't know, Engine Four has been giving us a bit of trouble. It was fine when we last landed, and it should be fine to take off, but I'm a little nervous."

"Bah, foolish thoughts. We'll be fine, I've flown this plane countless times and it has never failed me. But to ease your worries, let's go through the checks again."

Caillou had returned to his seat, he was happy to see that he had gotten the window seat. His father sat in the middle, with his mother sitting at the end of the row, with Rosie in her lap. Caillou eagerly peered through the window, seeing the large wings and turbines. He gasped, pulling his father's sleeve as he looked outside.

"Look Daddy, that plane is taking off!"

"It is! That will be us in a few minutes. Make sure your seatbelt is buckled, alright son?" the man said. Caillou nodded, checking his seatbelt, making sure it was firmly fastened into place. He tugged on the end of it, tightening a bit.

As the final passengers sat down, the flight crew began closing the doors. As the pilots finished their pre-flight checks, they explained the safety features of the plane. Caillou was far too excited to pay attention. He jolted a bit as the plane began moving, beginning the taxiing procedure. He was completely entranced, as their jet moved down the runway.

"Daddy, I'm scared," he said, making his dad chuckle.

"It's okay, I'll hold your hand so you aren't scared." the man said, grabbing the little boy's hand. Caillou felt a little better, keeping his focus on the tarmac.

A few more minutes passed, and finally, they were out on the runway. By now, Caillou was fully focused on the seat ahead of him. He squeezed his father's hand as he heard the engines growing louder. The plane started moving down the runway, getting faster and faster. Ever so gently, it started to lift up.

Suddenly, a loud bang filled the plane, the whole vehicle shaking before it fell down hard, tires screeching loudly. Everyone started to scream, including Caillou who held onto his father tightly. The plane regained control, as they reached the end of the runway, going through the large metal fence separating the tarmac from the outer fringes of the airport. Thankfully, the plane came to a stop, and no one was hurt.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We have had a catastrophic failure of our number four engine. In the next few minutes, we are going to deplane the aircraft. Please remain calm and listen to the instructions of the flight crew. Thank you."

"Daddy, what's going on?" Caillou asked, a terrified look on his face.

"Nothing son, we're going to get off the plane. We're alright," he said, glancing at his wife who was giving him a supportive smile. To her testament, Rosie had remained calm, though she was clearly confused as to what was going on.

The loud hiss of the emergency exits being opened filled the fuselage, and, by order of the flight crew, people started moving out. Since they were in front of an emergency exit, Caillou's father guided them toward it. One of the stewards had stepped out onto the window, holding a large rolled-up bundle, which he was attempting to hook onto the side of the plane.

"Alright everyone, we need to be careful here. Once the slide is deployed, you'll go down it one at a time. Families with children, hold them tightly as you go down, alright?" the man said, pulling the cord, the slide unfurling.

Caillou looked around for a moment, his excitement from before returning. He looked toward the end of the wing, seeing a torrent of smoke coming from the engine. It was loud, he could hardly hear what the others were saying. He noticed the other engine was fine, the turbine still spinning slightly.

Letting go of his father's hand, he slowly inched toward the other end of the wing, he glanced back at the adults, who were more focused on going down the slide than anything. He moved over to the turbine, kneeling down on the top of it, getting close to the edge. He peered over it, seeing the spinning blades, eyes widening.

"Oh wow, that's so cool." he cheerfully said, entranced by the engine. As he leaned forward for a better view, he ended up slipping. At that time, his father, who was looking around for him, noticed him, his eyes widening.

"CAILLOU!"

But it was too late, the little boy ended up falling, being sucked right into the turbine. It hissed loudly, his body being shredded and torn apart. His father let out a scream as the engine exploded, sending chunks of bone and blood out the other end. His mother and Rosie, who were down on the ground, were bathed red, looks of shock on their faces.

Several people were screaming, and crying, some asking what had even happened. The brown-haired woman handed Rosie to her mother, moving forward, calling for her husband. The man peered over the edge, face soaked with tears.

"What happened? Harold, tell me what happened?!"

"Caillou, he… he was leaning over the edge, the turbine!"

The woman's eyes widened, she raced beneath the wing, seeing the engine was still smoking, blood and flesh coming out of it. She peered up but she couldn't see anything. As she looked at the edge of the engine, it let out a hiss, as if to cough up what it had greedily swallowed. She watched in horror, as a tiny arm fell onto the tarmac. She let out a scream, falling to her knees.

"CAILLOU! MY BABY!"

Caillou's father, Harold, had finally made it down from the wing, not wanting to look at the gruesome scene. As if the world wasn't through with him, a loud crack filled the air. He called his wife's name, and she looked back at him, only to look up. The turbine, heavily damaged after sucking up the little boy, gave way, crushing the woman alive. Harold let out a scream as the mangled engine swallowed his wife. A sickening crunch echoed through the runway as blood shot out from beneath the destroyed metal chassis. He raced toward the engine, which had caught fire, hoping to rescue his wife, but all he saw was a mangled mess of metal and bone, her arm, jutted out from beneath the plane, fingers still twitching. Her diamond engagement ring glittered in the sunlight as her finger became still.

He dropped to his knees, disbelief written on his face. What was supposed to be a fun family trip, had turned into his greatest nightmare.

xxx

A few days had passed, and Harold was now standing over the freshly laid graves of his wife and son. It had been hard, having to face reality. His wife, Janet, had been crushed completely. They had to pray the engine apart just to salvage her torso. It was a mangled piece of meat, hardly recognizable as a human being. Her head had remained attached to her body, somehow escaping the brunt of the damage, but the look of shock on her face would be etched into his mind forever. Her legs had been shredded. In the end, they had to have a closed casket for her wake.

Caillou had been the same. The funeral home had offered him a coffin for his son, completely free. When he saw it, he wondered if it was a cruel joke. Caillou's coffin was nothing more than the size of a house cat. The funeral home figured it would be better since only his arm had been recovered. He had put those men in their places, and in the end, Caillou had gotten a child-sized coffin, even if only his arm was inside it.

Why did this have to happen to him? He had spent months saving money for this trip to Florida. What was meant to be a fun family getaway at Disney, turned into a nightmare. The rain continued battering him, he was a shell of his former self. A 5 o'clock shadow began growing on his face, the water dripping from his chin, tears mingled into it. He stared at the freshly laden dirt, placing a white rose on his wife's grave.

"Will you be alright, Harold?"

He looked at his father, an emotionless look on his face. The man nodded, frowning. "I shouldn't have asked."

"Will you take care of Rosie for me? I need some time to myself, to uh… think." the man said, earning a nod from his father.

"Of course, we'll take care of her for as long as you need," the man said. Harold nodded, beginning his walk to his car.

He opened the backseat, grabbing a small backpack he had prepared for his daughter. He reached inside his suit, pulling out an envelope, which he placed inside the backpack, near the bottom of it. He handed it to his father, forcing a smile onto his face. "Everything she needs will be there."

"Alright… don't be out for too long, alright? You know how Martha gets."

Harold merely nodded, climbing into his car, not caring that he was soaked from the rain. The engine roared to life, and he slowly pulled away, leaving the cemetery behind. For hours, he just drove around the city, not knowing where to go. He just needed to be alone, to think, to grieve. If he had been paying attention, Caillou wouldn't have slipped away, he wouldn't have died.

Such a cruel fate, being swallowed by a turbine. The pilot had explained that the engines weren't working appropriately. While doing checks to ensure they were turned off, the Number 3 engine had turned on, sucking the young boy into it. It had been instantaneous, one second, Caillou was there, and the next, he had been turned into ground beef.

His son could be a brat, a pretentious little child, and a crybaby, but no four-year-old deserved that fate. He'd never get to hold him again, he'd never go camping or chasing fireflies. They'd never go on a kayak, or go fishing. He'd never go to school, learn to drive, have his first girlfriend. Everything was gone, in an instant.

And his wife, his beautiful wife Janet, the love of his life. She was gone just as quickly. He couldn't begin to imagine what she had felt in those final moments. He only hoped she hadn't suffered in pain. He heard a ding, causing him to look at his dashboard, seeing he was almost out of gas. He glanced to his left, seeing a gas station. He pulled into one of the pumps, and stepped out of the vehicle.

The rain had gotten worse, he ended up heading inside, seeing a small line of people. He moved toward the end of it, waiting for his turn. When it finally came, he looked at the cashier, a young man, likely in his early 20s, who had a bored look on his face. However, when he saw the look on Harold, he straightened up a bit.

"How may I help you sir?"

"20 on Pump 3."

"Anything else?" the young man asked. Harold glanced past him, spotting several bottles of liquor neatly stacked on the back. He nodded, glancing back at the cashier.

"A bottle of Jack, and some Marlboro Long 100s, Menthol."

"Okay, that'll be 51.75," he said. Harold reached into his pocket for his wallet, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and grabbed the paper bag and his cigarettes.

"Keep the change for yourself."

"Are you sure about that, sir?"

"I don't give a shit."

With that, Harold left, heading back to his car. After pumping his gas, he drove off, aimlessly driving through the city. By now it had begun getting dark. He heard his phone go off several times, but he decided not to answer it. Finally, after two more hours of driving, he headed up a mountain road, toward a place that overlooked the city.

He shut his engine off, reaching for the glove compartment for a tape. He put it in the player, playing it. The sweet sound of Michael Bolton filled the speakers as he leaned back, reaching for his cigarettes. He lit one up, taking a long drag from it, slowly exhaling it as the music entered his mind. He grabbed the bottle of Jack, twisting the cap, taking a long drink from it, pausing to drag on his cigarette. Finally, the chorus hit, causing him to turn the music up.

"Tell me, how am I supposed to live without you?

Now that I've been loving you so long

How am I supposed to live without you

And how am I supposed to carry on?

When all that I've been livin' for is gone"

Harold started laughing, brushing away his tears as he took another swig of his whiskey. This had been his wife's favorite song. She adored Michael Bolton for whatever reason, but he never cared for it. He remembered when they met, they had been high school sweethearts. They had come right to this cliff, to stare out into the city. It had been where they kissed, where he proposed, where he had lost his virginity to her. All while listening to his stupid song.

He rolled down the window, pouring a bit of his Jack out the window, chuckling a bit. "A drink for you, my love, and a drink for Caillou, even if he was an annoying little fucker."

He continued to smoke, coughing as he inhaled the nicotine, all while chasing in it with whiskey. He rewound the tape every time that song ended, laughing bitterly at the world, before beginning to sob. He sobbed and sobbed, crying like a baby at the thought of his wife and son, both being cradled by the hands of God. He brushed his tears away, finishing the last of his whiskey, already very inebriated. He nodded to himself, turning his engine on.

Putting the car in reverse, he started moving backward, almost hitting a giant boulder near the edge of the path. He put it into Drive, his foot on the brake as he stared ahead. The music came from the speakers, that stupid chorus filling his mind.

"Tell me, how am I supposed to live without you?

Now that I've been loving you so long

How am I supposed to live without you

And how am I supposed to carry on?

When all that I've been livin' for is gone!"

Harold stepped on it, laughing like a maniac as he stared at the speedometer, the needle moving past the numbers. 20, 40, 60, 80, and finally, he made it to the edge of the cliff. He held onto the wheel tightly, closing his eyes as his vehicle careened forward, a serene smile on his face.

"I'm coming home, Janet, Caillou."

He took his final breath, the car slammed into the bottom of the ravine, and within seconds, it exploded in a ball of hellfire and metal.

xxx

Bartholomew stared at his wife, Martha with worry on his face. Rosie was asleep when he found the envelope. He had read it, realizing it was his son's goodbyes. He had called the police immediately, while also dialing his cellphone, but nothing had come up. The man hadn't answered. Martha was becoming more paranoid as she paced around the kitchen, clutching her pearl necklace in her grasp.

"What if he does something stupid, Bart?"

"He's not, he's grieving. Our son isn't like that," he said. Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. Martha hurried toward it, opening it, eyes widening when she saw a pair of police officers standing outside.

"Is this the Johnson residence?"

"Yes? Have you found my son? Please tell me he's alright." Martha said, only for the officer to frown, shaking his head.

"Ma'am, I regret to inform you that a vehicle matching the description of your son's car was located just west of town. The vehicle was found at the very bottom of a rocky cliff. We tried doing what we could but by the time fire services arrived, it was too late. We need you to come down to the coroner's office to identify the body."

"AAAAAHHHH!" Martha screamed, bursting into tears. Bartholomew was at her side, holding her tightly.

"There has to be a mistake, sir. Harold wouldn't do something like that."

"We're not sure if it is Harold or not. By the looks of things, we believe it may be, he ended up driving off the edge of the cliff. The car exploded, but miraculously, the driver hadn't been consumed by the flames. Which is why we need you both to come down."

Bartholomew nodded, turning to his wife. "Stay here and take care of Rosie, alright? I'll be back. I'm sure it isn't him."

"Don't lie to me, Bart. Just…. Just come back, okay?" she said. The man nodded, grabbed his coat and hat, leaving the home.

xxx

Bartholomew and Martha stood in front of their son's grave. Having been buried in the same plot with his wife, the two stared at the tombstone. It had the names of all three, Harold, Janet, and Caillou, their smiling faces visible on the pictures attached to their nameplates. Martha started sobbing again, as Rosie hugged her grandfather tightly.

"Grandpa… where's mommy and daddy? And Caillou?"

"Sweetheart, your mommy and daddy… they're in heaven, and so is Caillou. You are too young to understand, but you will, in time. They aren't with us anymore."

"Where's Heaven?"

The man merely looked up, pointing to the clouds. "Up there, that's where Heaven is."

"Can we go? We can take a plane! I like planes!"

"Rosie, we are never stepping on another fucking plane again." the old man said, hugging his granddaughter tightly. "I can't afford to lose you too. Let's go home."

Martha silently followed behind her husband, briefly glancing back at the tombstone. The picture of Caillou would haunt her dreams. His smiling face was something she'd never see again. All she could think about was the bloody spray of his flesh and bones. That was all she could think about. She would never travel on a plane ever again. He'd never get to be a big boy, his dreams, were forever abandoned.

xxx

One Year after what had happened, Bartholomew and Martha won a settlement. They had been granted 21.5 million dollars for the accident that had taken the lives of Caillou and his mother. 3 million had been set aside for Rosie's college fund, as well as another 5 million for her personal use when she was of age. The plane which had taken the lives of Caillou and his mother was quietly decommissioned. However, it would find a new life after it was purchased by the United States Government, Currently, it is serving the President of the United States, as Air Force One. Former President Donald Trump would attest to hearing the cries of a child during his flights abroad, but he would just tune them out. Current President Joe Biden has offered the ghost ice cream, but it's a ghost, so it obviously didn't accept it. He would later be tripped by Caillou's spirit, falling down the stairs, scaring the secret service, but as if he were made of jelly, he bounced back and continued leading a once glorious nation into ruin. To this day, that video makes President Putin giggle like a school girl.

Bartholomew would end up becoming a gambling addict, getting a thrill every time he hit a big jackpot, only to get overconfident and lose it all. Having gone into debt, he ended up making a deal with a loan shark to pay off his debts. But when it came time to collect, he had no money. He was kidnapped and taken to the Don of the Mafia. In order to square his debt, he had to become a mule.

Bartholomew would end up being caught up in an investigation, which was tied back to a drug smuggling ring out of Colombia. As he tried to run, he was shot by DEA Agents. He had 14 grams of Uncut Colombian Cocaine in his pockets when he was murdered.

Hearing about what her husband had been doing, Martha became distraught. She was questioned by the FBI, but she hadn't been involved in anything. One day, when Rosie was in school, she decided to visit her son's grave. As she was about to leave, the Don's goons came, to square the debt that Bartholomew had left behind. Having no way of paying, Martha paid with the only thing she had left, her life. She was found dead on top of her son, daughter-in-law's, and her grandson's grave. Interestingly enough, all of the bullet wounds found on her body were located on her chest and face, which meant she didn't turn away from her assassins, and met her fate with open arms.

Rosie would be put into foster care, where she would end up being bounced around from home to home. At the age of 11, she would run away, never to be seen again. She would later reappear at the age of 18, as a famous teen pop idol who went by the name of Alexis Texas. She began doing porn at the age of 21 and her most infamous video involved her snorting crack from Kanye West's asscrack. After a messy divorce with Nickelback Frontman, Chad Kroeger, she began traveling the world on a personal mission, to ride 1000 cocks before she died.

Her most famous piece of film is titled, Back Door Sluts 9, which according to sources, makes Crotch Capers 3 look like Naughty Nurses 2. She attains the world record for the longest train run on a single woman in a single night, with 569 dicks. She also has the current world record for swallowing the largest cumshot in the world, consisting of the ejaculate of 500 men. She also starred in a famous piece of pornography, Star Trek: To Boldly Cum where no man has Cum before. Her debut role was in a Scooby Doo Parody, where a man dressed like a dog took her virginity.

She is currently 34 years old and addicted to heroin.