Due to an unintentional miscalculation of the route, perhaps due to the Air Force’s policy of using gibbons as route calculators, the B-52 flew above the Bermuda Triangle. When the pilot, George, realized where the plane was, and hearing all the legends about it, he panicked, driving the plane into the sea.

When he woke up, George was in a big room the shape of a triangle. The gibbons were there, laughing at him, and so was everyone he had ever known. George sobbed himself to sleep, and when he woke up he was back in the cock pilot of the B 52 .

“Thank goodness that’s over with!” George thought. He turned to his co-pilot to tell him his dream, but in place of his co-pilot was a gibbon.