![]() ![]() Ginger: E.T.'s talkin to da pilot. Let's make a run fur it! Phelicity: Dis'll be fun! We nefur been stowaways befur! ![]() Ginger: Dis is a kinda liddle plane. Where can we hide? Phelicity: Under dat table thingy maybe? Der's room fur us. Ginger: Yes, but what if E.T. sits right here? He'll see us! Phelicity: We doesn't know where he's gonna sit! Ginger: Maybe we should get in back of a seat. Phelicity: It's too skinny ...eeek! Here he comes! Hide! ![]() whispurred behind some seats: My legs is squished. My tail is squashed. Ow, I can hardly move! I'm starffin. I gots cookies in my duffle bag. Can I haff one? I'm sittin on it. I hope it's a short trip. (It was not a short trip.) ![]() Ginger and Phelicity: Eeeeek! Wait fur us!! E.T.: Ack! What?? Oh, no! How did mew two get on da plane?? Ginger: Where's da airport, anyways? Phelicity: Yeah, we's in da middles of nowheres! E.T.: Da airport's too far ... Dat's why I got a private ... Mew girls were stowaways? Ginger: Well, we ... uh... didn't want mew to be lonesome.. Phelicity: .. yeah, or haff to hunt all by yerself fur da Mystic Purrstone. E.T.: *groan* Well, maybe it will be nice to ..uh ..haff company. *sigh* C'mon, let's get in da jeep. ![]() Toss yer bag in the jeep and hop in |