The branch of a very large family from a small town in New Hampshire are on their way to a family reunion, which this year is happening in Hawaii.

While on the last leg of the trip over the Pacific Ocean the private jet they clubbed together to charter for the trip is struck by lightning, and blows out both engines. Just as they were about to hit the water there is a flash of green light and everyone blacks out.

They wake up on a deserted island, no idea how they got there and no sign of the plane or the pilot, co-pilot, and two flight attendants.

There are 20 family members on this trip, spanning 4 generations, Grandma and Grandpa, both now in their late 70s, Their three sons and their wives in their 50s and 40s, and their total of 10 kids that hadn't moved away (All now over 18, though some just barely), plus the oldest son's oldest son and his wife and their 2 month old baby.

The good news is they have their luggage, with plenty of clothes for a summer in Hawaii and a few other INTERESTING items that the TSA would not have approved of, some of which will help with survival, some entertainment, and others that might become a problem. The bad news is they have NOTHING else that they don't find or make right here.

When they try to call for help with a satellite phone that Grandpa packed in his luggage 'just in case' they get a very weird message: "Welcome to the planet of New Philippines, please make yourselves at home and begin breeding. More messages will be forthcoming over time, check back every lunar month or so." Then silence.