I'm traveling with my dad by plane, but I don't remember our final destination. We land in an airport and have something like a 24 hour layover before we have to get on another plane. It just so happens that this airport is offering plane rides to the moon for $10. We figure that this would be a good way to pass the time until our next flight.
The airplane to the moon is a quadruple-decker. In other words, it looks like four planes stacked on top of each other, but only the bottom plane has wings.
We board the moon plane and take off. However, heavy rains and threats of terrorism force us to land in Michigan. Our pilot misses the runway and we land on the airport's lawn. They are testing a space shuttle at the Michigan airport for some reason, close to where we landed.
So now we're stranded in Michigan with no way to get back to our original airport. The officials offer us tickets to Florida arriving at 9:00 am the following morning, but Florida was no where near where we were trying to go.
Sometime later my brain decides that I was with my mom this whole time, and there's a scene of us arriving home to my parents' house and explaining all of this to my dad, who rolls his eyes at us.
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