Split And Butter Up

Humboldt has caught one bandy bandy. The other has disappeared into the night.

One will be easier to manage, says Gaius. Now, are we ready?

How you planning to cross the river? asks Brad.

Gaius is stuffing the bandy bandy into the plum scented container.

Hadn't thought about crossing. He imagines a ferry.

The bandy bandy pipes up: There's crocs and deadly stingers in the river!

That's it! We're not going, says Kobo.

I'm going! cries Terence.

You do know that the new bandy bandy was first discovered on a concrete block near the sea? says Brad.

We could go to the sea, says Kobo. There might be another one.

They reckon it came in a load of bauxite, says Brad.

Idea, says Humboldt. Why don't we split into two parties?

Hm, says Gaius. Which party would cross the river?

You, me, Terence and the bandy, says Humboldt. Kobo and Pinky would go to the sea.

And I shall escort them, says Ageless.

That would be exceedingly slow, says Gaius. We'll drop you.

Good luck guys, says Brad.

Many thanks for retrieving Pinky, says Gaius.

La Belle Rose Comb, says Kobo.

Merci, Brad! says Pinky la Belle.

......

On the way to the sea, Kobo whispers to Pinky la Belle Rose Comb about what they will do when they get there:

the sea will be sparkling in the moonlight the waves lapping we will run on the sand no matter you do not have legs i too do not have them we shall find a means of transport perhaps ageless let us start buttering him up.....

Pinky la Belle Rose Comb answers:

how fast does he run?

Kobo replies:

depends on the reason and do not forget he has ridden a bicycle well you would not know that, but he did, perhaps he will borrow a scooter he is RESOURCEFUL!

Ageless overhears:

Meaning me, sweet puff?

Kobo: That remains to be seen.

Ageless: We're looking for snakes as well, don't forget, ladies.

Kobo and Pinky la Belle Rose Comb: Looking for snakes. La la la.

They arrive at the Weipa wharf. Gaius drops them near a large concrete block.

We'll be back shortly after dawn, says Gaius, getting back on his bicycle.

We hope, says Humboldt.

We're the luckiest, says Terence. We get to see crocodiles and stingers.

And I get my Kobo back, thinks Ageless.