Attack of the Neptunian Space Beetles from Space, Part 8

Bob and Cindy looked at Moscow beneath them, glimmering with tears and shimmering with the sweat of the workers(!).
"Excuse me pilot," said Bob, looking up from the window, "where's the airport?"
The soviet-trained pilot replied, "We are sorry, but we no can afford airport in Soviet Russia. We use lake."
"Sounds good and fine by me," said Bob.
The pilot was preparing to make a smooth descent and landing onto the flat surface of the lake when the plane started to shake. All of a sudden, the door was ripped clean off it's hinges. The wind started to howl around the plane.
"What's happening!" shouted Cindy. She stood up with fright
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," said Bob. He got up also and steadied himself. He slowly walked towards the opening in the plane. "It's nothing," he shouted, "Don't worry. Just sit back down and everything will be ok..a.gdaha–"
A scaly arm grabbed his leg and pulled him out the door. Cindy watched as Bob wrestled with the beetle on the wing of the plane, but the 3-tentacled proboscis was getting closer and closer to his ear. He was going to die soon if nobody did anything. One of tentacles started to go inside his ear when "BLAM!...BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM" it disappeared in a purple mist. The beetle screamed and fell off the plane, exploding as it hit the ground. Bob jumped back inside the plane as the pilot reloaded his Kalishnikov.
"I am need to stop the beetles from attacking the plane! Can you land?" the pilot shouted.
"No," replied Bob, "but I can damn well try!" He ran into the cockpit and pressed one of the buttons. The left wing ejected, and the sound of "Honky-Tonk Blues" started to fill the cabin. He pressed another button, and all the lights turned off. "Damn."
Cindy sat back and enjoyed the view. She was a professionally-trained stunt pilot, but no one had asked her.

(OP: Nate, November 6 2006)