Fly Me To The Moon Page #2

Hello, Mrs. McFly.

Happy birthday, Grandpa McFly.

Yummy, is this brie?

Scooter, show some manners.

I think your grandson and company

have arrived.

- Here's my boy.

- Hi, Grandpa. Happy birthday.

What's this?

Oh, I remember this flypaper.

Still got some bite to it, don't it?

Yes, sir. It was down in Argentina.

Ended up saving ten lives that day,

barely escaped with my own wings intact.

Where in tarnation did you ever find it?

Mom had it hidden away.

And it would have stayed that way if it

wasn't for someone's snooping little ways.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Think what it would do to a fly.

You worry too much, sweetie.

Let him grow up, for darn sake.

- Tell your Grandpa here how you're doing.

- Just great. How are you doing?

Not bad for an old fly.

You know any hotties

who want to go honey-dipping?

Dad, be nice.

I'm gonna go check on the maggots.

Grandpa, you think a fly

could ever go to the moon?

The moon? Sure. Anything's possible.

Remember the motto,

if it ain't an adventure,

it ain't worth doing.

I ever tell you I once flew across

the Atlantic Ocean with Amelia Earhart?

About a hundred times.

You wanna hear it

a hundred and one times?

Sure. I love that story, Grandpa.

Well, if you insist.

We were about 10 hours into it,

out over the Atlantic Ocean.

Everything was going a-okay,

so I thought I'd take myself a little

snooze, catch 40 winks. You know.

Well, no sooner had I dozed off,

I woke up to find the plane

in one serious nosedive!

What was wrong, Grandpa?

I'll tell you what was wrong.

She gosh darn fell asleep.

That ocean was like black pavement,

and it was coming up real fast!

We were gonna die.

- What did you do, Grandpa?

- What any brave fly would do.

I flew straight up her nose.

She blew out one serious booger.

I was almost a goner.

You saved the day, Grandpa.

Darn right, I did.

After that, it was smooth flying.

Couple hours later, we landed in France.

The rest is history.

That's when I met Nadia.

Who's Nadia?

You never told me about her.

Oh, I guess I haven't.

Well, she was just about the prettiest

thing with wings I'd ever seen.

Russian, from Minsk.

Wow. You knew a Russian?

Sure did.

- How come you didn't marry her?

- Well...

That's kind of hard to explain.

Wasn't meant to be, I guess.

But she could put away the vodka.

We once drank so much, we...

Oh, Nat?

Why don't you go say hello

to your cousin Sheila?

- She just came out of her cocoon.

- Yeah. Sure, Mom.

See if anybody needs anything.

Don't let Scooter eat all the food.

Let me know

when you're taking off for the moon!

- I might want to come along with you.

- Don't put crazy ideas in his head, Dad.

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