Snakes and the City
Not sure if this is what you had in mind. It is certainly cross-over fiction with snakes, but there is no actual vehicle involved. Just New York.

Today in the Guardian there was an interview with Sarah Jessica Parker. It made me think that although the trailer for Snakes on a Plane was good, the finished film would probably not deal with the issues important to career women today, and who better to correct this than myself. Of course nearly everyone is better qualified to correct this than myself, but I set to anyway and produced,



No matter how much I stared at my laptop and sat around in my underwear I still could not think of anything for my column this week. Fortunately during Sunday morning brunch Samatha brought something up,
"My new boyfriend, Richard, doesn't understand why I need to buy so many shoes.".
I instantly rushed in with an insight into the male pysche,
'No man ever understands the importance of shoes.",
"But he says that they are entirely unecessary and we should all crawl around on our bellies.", she replied, exasperated.
This elicited snorts of disgust from around the table, life without Jimmy Choos would hardly be worth living.
'You should dump him' said Miranda.
'But he has..... this really long tongue."
Charlotte was sitting back in her chair, clearly deep in thought,
"Tell me, is it... sort of forked?", she asked,
"Well, yes, but that can be very useful... in certain situations, and I'm not prejudiced."
"Is his skin smooth, and a little scaly?"
Samatha looked surprised.
"I didn't know you'd met."
"Have you got a picture of your boyfriend?"
She fumbled around for a bit in her little Louis Vuitton handbag and produced a photograph of her and Richard on vacation in the Hamptons. Richard was curled around her arm and nuzzling into her neck. Charlotte took one look at the photograph and said,
"I know this may come as a shock to you Samatha, but your boyfriend is a snake. Very probably a Mexican Garter Snake, you can tell by the distinctive markings.".
"How do you know?", asked Samantha,
"The yoga class and the herpetology class were double booked."
"I'VE HAD IT WITH THESE SNAKES!", yelled Samantha, storming out with murder in her eyes and a six-inch stilleto heeled Manolo Blahnik in her hand.
The next day Samantha had a brand new pair of snakeskin shoes and I had a subject for my column.



Hope you enjoy.