Now Playing: Harold and Maude, the inspiration for this story
On the plane ride home, from London to Washington, D.C.
RANCE: I so sick of London. I'll be so glad to get back to the States. Home, sweet, home.
NAOMI: I know. I spent my first fourteen years in England. It'll be so great to go somewhere new, like Washington, D.C. I never spent enough time there.
RANCE: Are you scared about possible terrorist threats?
NAOMI: No, aren't you?
RANCE: You know me. I'm not scare of anything. Much less terrorists.
NAOMI: This is going to be the most romantic honeymoon ever.
RANCE: It's not like you've been married before.
NAOMI: But you have!
RANCE: Yes, and I agree. There is no place like Washington, D.C. So romantic.
NAOMI: Oh my gosh!
RANCE: What, Naomi?
NAOMI: Is that Cat Stevens?
RANCE: Who?
NAOMI: You know that singer? He has a school in London.
RANCE: I didn't know that. Wasn't he the one who sang (singing) "It's another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody"?
NAOMI: Yeah.
RANCE: What a loser.
NAOMI: He changed his name to Yusef Islam.
RANCE: Youseff Islam!?! Holy cow! He's on our nation's most wanted terrorism list, Naomi. You alert the captain, while I take Youseff captive.
NAOMI: OK.
Rance sneaks behind Cat Stevens. He sticks his plastic fork to the back of his head.
RANCE: Hold it right there or I'll blow your head off, you no-good, terrorizing, piece of...
CAT: I only want peace. I have money. I will donate it to your favorite cause. Only please do not harm anyone on this flight, including me. If you believe in peace, Allah will forgive all your sins.
RANCE: I know you. You're the one who gives Osama all his ideas. How did you get past security?
CAT: I wrote "Peace Train". All I want is "peace".
RANCE: And will you attain peace once you take over this flight? By blowing up the USA? I don't think so Cat.
Rance punches Cat in the nose. Blood squirts all over. Rance twists Cat's hand until he begs for mercy.
RANCE: Alright, Youseff, we have you covered.
CAPTAIN (V.O.): Ladies and gentleman, stay in your seats while we apprehend Youseff Islam, aka Cat Stevens. Your cooperation is needed or this could be the new 9/11. Please keep calm.
Rance is kicking him on the floor now. An airline stewardess hands Rance handcuffs. Rance pulls Cat's hands behind his back and places the cuffs on him.
CAT: You'll be sorry. I'm innocent.
CAPTAIN (V.O.): We will shortly be landing in Bangor, Maine. There we shall deport Youseff Islam, AKA Cat Stevens. Don't worry, however. This delay will only be slight. We hope you are enjoying the flight today.
CAT: I am YU-sef Islam, not Youseff! You have the wrong man! I am for peace!
Rance kicks Cat in the head.
RANCE: Enough already. We know you're terrorist scum.
A little boy walks up to Rance.
BOY: May I have your auto-gwaff?
RANCE: Of course.
NAOMI: Aw, how sweet Bruce. This makes me want to have children of our own.
The lady across the aisle screams.
LADY: AHHH! AHHH! Are you really Bruce Willis? Are you really Naomi Watts? Is that really Cat Stevens? AHHH!! I've never met a celebrity in my life and now I've met three. Bruce, may I kick Cat in the head too?
RANCE/BRUCE: I think he's already unconscious, but sure you can kick him.
THE END
Yours Truly, rancette
at 8:36 PM PDT