“This has to be the weirdest fast food place I’ve ever seen!”
“Joel, why did the propellers stop?”
“Sorry, Mike. We’re crashing into Montreal.” Joel wrestled the controls trying to stop the plane juddering.
“Oh, crap! The people down there.”
“I know!” Joel forced the plane level. The effort leaving him sweating.
“Bounce on that?” Mike pointed to a giant orange ball in a parking lot.
“What? Hell no! That’s the Julep Kitchen. I’ll need a burger if we survive.”
“How can you think of your stomach N—ahhh!”
The plane nose-dived. Joel bounced it between cars and parked on a sports field
“Nice one, Joel.”
“Cheers, Mike. Now for that burger!”
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