Mosquitoes On A Plane

Not 'snakes on a plane', but a similar set up, only the mosquitos are naturally of the clandestine military type, infected with a cocktail of various nasties like The Ziko virus.

They were intended to be transported for subsequent secret biological warfare release in an area currently dominated by 'you can guess', but of course a spot of turbulence, and a sloppy lock-down of the supposedly secure Trump Industry containers (made cheaply to save money), and out come the voracious mosquitos within the big Airbus A380.

Our story evolves, as the only way to detect the presence of the individual flying toxic demons of death is to fly in silence with the lights all off, to listen for their incessant buzzing. There are of course many obstacles to frustrate and aggravatingly thwart this mad initial plan - like: the crying child who just won't be quieted; the passenger who refuses to turn off her hissing headphones; the ranting born again fanatic who insits everything is the devil's work. (it really, really is you know)

Of course the plane cannot open its doors on eventual landing for fear that even one of the terrifying micro beasties will escape undetected, nor can any of the passengers be allowed to depart to spread disease and tell their tale. The situation is really dire. All seems lost and totally impossible to resolve.

Naturally I cannot reveal any more detail here, especially the 'real' ending, when my Hollywood pitch is so close, but let's just say that a batch of flaky croissants, smelly fish bones and custard guzzling hamsters are vital components in the story.