Steve 2, The Fall of Margaritavile
The co-pilot of Alaska Airline's 5776 passenger airplane leaned back as he watched the autopilot engage and take control of his plane. His captain had left a few minutes ago to fetch some coffee from that cute little waitress from L.A. Faintly he heard something. It sounded like a beat of some sort. Slowly but surely, the beat became louder untill he could hear what sounded like a song he knew. Quickly he looked to the radio, sure enough, it was off. "What the hell?" "Wait a minute, thats a Black Eyed Peas song! And its coming from outside the plane!" A few seconds later he saw the source of the song.
A beige corrolla swung out from behind a nearby cloud, diving a few hundred feat, the flying car then swung hard to the right, accelerating as it screamed under the cockpits field of view. Co-Captain Coleman dropped his clipboard to the ground as he stood up as tall as he could and squished his face against the cockpit window. Nothing. All he could hear was the song.
With a woosh the Corrola appeared right next to his right side window. It's left window was rolled down and what appeared to be a guy in a Hawaiian shirt appeared to be yelling at him.
A beige corrolla swung out from behind a nearby cloud, diving a few hundred feat, the flying car then swung hard to the right, accelerating as it screamed under the cockpits field of view. Co-Captain Coleman dropped his clipboard to the ground as he stood up as tall as he could and squished his face against the cockpit window. Nothing. All he could hear was the song.
With a woosh the Corrola appeared right next to his right side window. It's left window was rolled down and what appeared to be a guy in a Hawaiian shirt appeared to be yelling at him.