"Oh, so you think you're so tough, do you?  Coming in here and trying to act like the hero!  Well, I'VE got control of this plane, Richard!  And THIS PLANE IS GOING DOWN, BABY!"

               "Do you really want to do this?!" Rich asked.  He could see the ground get closer and closer as the nose of the plane pointed downwards, and he knew in a matter of minutes that they would all be as good as dead.  "You really want to murder your own daughter and all of these innocent people just because you don't like me?"

               "It's not that I don't like you - it's that I HATE YOU!  You're just like all the others, Richard!  You're a snot-nosed little brat, a stupid college kid who thinks they have it all figured out!  Well, guess what!  YOU DON'T!"

               "I never said I had it all figured out!"  Rich insisted.  "All I know is that I'm in love with your daughter, and I married her!  Is that so hard to understand?!"

               "You love Sandie!?  Please!"  Cammy scoffed.  "Oh, what a perfect couple you make!  You're desperately obsessed with a 16-year-old girl and she's a wishy-washy little flight attendant whore!  Yeah, I guess I can see why you think you love her!"

               "You're a rotten father!"  Rich cried, forgetting about the mission at hand – trying to calmly talk Cammy down.  "How can you say things like that?  All Sandie ever wanted was for you to show her some affection instead of spending all your time editing children's shows on the internet and watching people engage in mindless, horny sex on TV!"

               "You don't know anything!"  Cammy snarled.  "Sandie and her sister, Mandie, were completely out of control!  I was a single dad!  What the hell was I supposed to do?  Those little girls drove me CRAZY!"

               "Maybe you could have tried paying more attention to them!"

               "Don't tell me how I should have raised my daughters, you little prick!"  Cammy cried angrily, however, Rich could see that he was weakening.  "Just because you spent two years on the Hilary Tome, I mean the TV Tome boards, terrorizing me and all the other people who love Hilary Duff doesn't mean you can come in here and be an expert on my family!"

               "I never said I was an expert!  But I married Sandie, and there's nothing you can do about it!  Aren't you glad that she finally settled down with someone?  Didn't you want that for her?"

               "Yes, but not with YOU!"  Cammy quickly wiped at the corners of his eyes with his thick fingers.  "My little girl is married…I just can't believe that…"

               "Listen, Dad – "

               "DON'T CALL ME DAD!"  Cammy gritted his teeth and shook his head wildly, as if trying to block out the fact that Rich was his son-in-law.

               "I promise that I'll give Sandie the life that you always wanted for her," Rich said in a calmer tone.  "Why can't we just forget about everything that happened?"

               "Because I don't forget about people with hearts full of hate!"  Cammy growled stubbornly.  "But Sandie is my daughter…"

               "Just land the plane, Cammy!"  Rich said pleadingly.  "Don't do this!  I know you don't want to anyway.  You don't want to end everyone's life – because your daughter is worth saving!"

               "Oh god…"  Cammy looked down at the controls as if he was seeing them for the first time.  "What have I done?   Oh no…what have I done?"  He quickly jumped up and pushed Rich aside as ran out of the cockpit.  "Sandie!  I'm sorry!  I love you!"

               "Daddy?"  Sandie asked confusedly when she saw her father running towards her.  He grabbed his daughter and wrapped his massive arms around her, nearly suffocating her to death.

               "I'm sorry, Sandie!  I'm sorry!"  Cammy was sobbing like a baby by now, and huge sobs racked his body.  "I didn't mean to do this!"

               "Uhhh, attention…everyone," Rich said over the intercom.  "So…does anyone out there know how to land a plane?"

               "I do!"  A tall, gangly, goofy-looking fellow jumped up from one of the seats and grinned wildly. 

               "Bill Nye??"  All the Fromiez said together.  "You really know how to land a plane?"  Amy asked in awe.

               "Why, sure I do!  It's all a matter of physics you know, and the concept of probability!  There are also things to consider like geometric angles and – "

               "Just land the plane!"  Jenn interrupted.  "And hurry up!"

               Bill Nye hopped up to the cockpit and sat down in the pilot's seat.  He furrowed his brow and began punching a whole bunch of buttons, then slowly guided the plane back to an upright position.  Once they were safely in the air again, everyone in the cabin cheered and clapped.

               "Hawaii is actually only a few miles away!" Bill said happily.  "We can make an emergency landing there!  Everyone, please take your seats and make sure your seatbelts are fasted as we prepare for landing!"

               "Wow, that was a close call, wasn't it dad?"  Rich asked with a smile.

               "Hey!   What did I say about that "dad" thing?"  Cammy grumbled while he attempted to wedge himself into an airplane seat.

               "Oh um, sorry….father-in-law?"

               "You little piece of –

               "Fabulous, I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving already," Scott said sarcastically as he hit himself in the head with a pillow.

               *Cut to a shot of the Fromiez walking off the plane in slow motion.  They all walk out onto the beach, talking and laughing.  The last shot is of them all in a line, arms around each other as they walk into the sunset and the camera slowly fades to black*

               Epilogue:

               *Cut to a shot of each Fromie talking and giving their impression of their stay in Fro Manor while the Ignition: Remix plays*

Now, usually I don't do this but uh...