Let us rewrite this masterpiece from the very beginning, because apparently reality needed some assistance from a comedy writer.

The Indian pilot begins by proudly announcing that his royal blood comes directly from Israel, his ancestors came from Tel Aviv, and, naturally, Netanyahu is somehow connected to his maternal bloodline. At this point, the genealogy has already left the airport and entered another dimension.

Then comes the perfume business. He allegedly tries to sell a second copy, before casually revealing that three days earlier he had supposedly scammed someone in Oman who happened to have the same name as the co-pilot. And then, in the sort of coincidence that even a soap opera would reject, they discover that the alleged victim is actually the co-pilot sitting right beside him.

Naturally, an argument begins.

Then somebody says the word “scammed.”

This single word apparently triggers an international diplomatic crisis. The settlers hear it and think the pilots are insulting them. An Israeli jet pilot sitting behind them hears the same word and apparently concludes that he has been called a scammer. He rushes over, words are exchanged, tempers explode, and suddenly the cockpit has transformed into a low-budget wrestling arena.

But the plot still needs a third act.

So everyone allegedly decides: Why fight for free when we can monetize the chaos?

They supposedly activate a hijacking code and start demanding money from Saudi Arabia. At this point, the story has successfully combined royal bloodlines, Tel Aviv ancestry, perfume fraud, Oman, mistaken identities, international outrage, cockpit brawling, fake hijacking codes, and a fundraising operation.

Honestly, if this is the final script, Family Guy should hire us! 🤡