Mambo Shorts

Sweezus stood up in the shallows and looked for his shoes and shorts. He couldn't see them anywhere.

He looked up towards the carpark at the top of the steps. No one was there.

Even his bicycle seemed to have disappeared.

He climbed up the steps and looked to left and right. There was a surfer's van down one end of the carpark. He wandered over.

Hey! he said, to the half-wetsuited surfer who was fiddling with something round the back. Have you seen my bike?

Dude! said the surfer. Is your name Sweezus or something?

Yeah, said Sweezus. Well?

Those guys that were here. They said, if you came back, to meet them at the Port Elliot Bakery. They've got your clothes and your bike.

Oh brilliant, said Sweezus. That's just ...... gnarly.

Hey dude! I can see you're no grommet!, said the surfer. Wanna come out? It's gunna be epic out there.

I know, said Sweezus. I was just out there. I met these two whales.

Stellar! said the surfer.

Yeah, but I don't wanna go out again, I'm still wrinkly, said Sweezus. Where's this Bakery?

Inland, that-a-way, said the surfer. Man, you wanna borrow some shorts?

Oh! Hell yeah! said Sweezus, ever good at languages. Thanks, dude!

Sweezus borrowed a pair of Hawaiian-style Mambo shorts, and set off in the direction the surfer had pointed. It wasn't long before he reached the main road at Port Elliot and spotted a long queue of people snaking out of a building and onto the footpath. There was a delicious smell in the air. It smelled like a bakery. He thought he could see Belle et Bonne, and the others, near the end of the queue. He started walking towards them.

Then he remembered, he was potentially under arrest.

What should he do?