Three scientists—Papaia, Banani, Ravioli—and their assistant Igor, who are supposed to attend the famous dark matter conference, miss their flight and end up on the other side of the world.
We are outside the airport, where the four of them are looking for a taxi to the hotel.
They cross the street and line up.
Banani: According to my calculations, we should take the last available taxi. There are three groups of passengers ahead of us, and four taxis available.
Papaia: Thank goodness! At least for once, something’s going our way! Stay in line, please, don’t let anyone cut in.
A passenger crosses the street and cuts in front of them in the line.
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Ravioli: Hey! Sir? The line starts over there!
Passenger: Yes, I know, but I’m with them.
The passenger points to the group ahead of the scientists.
Passenger: That’s my wife!
The passenger points to a lady among the group of people.
Banani: Oh, really! And you expect me to believe that? Don’t try to fool us!
Passenger: Are you deaf? Didn’t I just tell you that’s my wife?
Banani: Oh no! I insist! If that’s your wife, answer me this: Do you live here or are you tourists?
Passenger (nervously): Of course we live here! We just got back from a vacation!
Banani: Then why does your wife have a tourist guide for this city? What does she need it for if she lives here?
Passenger: Uh! I don’t know… Maybe she lent it to someone…
Banani: Maybe we can ask her directly…
Passenger: Uh… No, no! I just remembered I need to go to the bathroom.
The passenger leaves, embarrassed.
Ravioli: Well done, Banani! I thought you were going to embarrass yourself as usual!
Banani: Nothing escapes Detective Banani!
Igor: Yeah, nothing escapes Detective Banani except for taxis!
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