Brill!

Yoo hoo! says Mrs Hume. It's me!

She comes down the steps with Midge.

Ripper, Midge! says Surfing-With-Whales. Cool van.

I knew you'd like it, says Midge. Picture of you on the side. What's happening?

Aww, says Surfing-With-Whales, bad gravy. Sloppy peaks, no kick, some random beachies later on.

Everyone looks glum.

Pfff, says Midge. Tomorrow?

Better, says Surfing-With-Whales.

Everyone brightens up.

Has anyone heard from Arthur? says Mrs Hume.

Nope, says Sweezus. And what's happened to our boards?

Oh, Arthur will have them, says Mrs Hume. He disappeared, looking for icecreams, but I'm sure he'll end up here eventually.

He disappeared! says Belle et Bonne. You mean he drove off in your car and left you?

I hope so, dear, otherwise it's been stolen, says Mrs Hume. Not that I would mind about the car. But that would mean your surfboards have been stolen too.

All at once they hear a familiar sound.

Squeeeee!

They look up. It is Mrs Hume's car, and Arthur, Farky and the surfboards. And who is this extra person? Professor Freud!

Hello all! shouts Professor Freud. I've just been showing Arthur the way.

To do what? shouts Surfing-With-Whales, who knows Professor Freud.

Ha ha, laughs Professor Freud. This young man knows what he's doing.

He does, does he? says Belle et Bonne. Arthur, you left Mrs Hume all on her own and drove off in her car.

With our surfboards, says Sweezus.

I'm here now, says Arthur. Sorry Mrs Hume.

Never mind dear, says Mrs Hume. We're all here now. Isn't this lovely. Shall we go and paddle?

Silence.

Professor Freud says gallantly, Madam I should be most happy to paddle with you.

Ooh, hee hee, says Mrs Hume, undoing her sandals.

They go off to the water's edge,

Arthur, says Belle et Bonne. You live a charmed life. But you look funny.

My blood orange gelati lips, says Arthur, don't you like them?

No, says Belle et Bonne. Farky's got them too.

Farky licks her leg.

Eeuw! says Belle et Bonne. Get away!

Well, says Midge. Wasted day. What'll we do for dinner?

Pizza, at mum's, says Surfing-With-Whales.

That sounds like a plan, says Midge. Is everybody coming?

Yep, says Sweezus. Pizza, it is. This is cool. Arthur's here, surf's up tomorrow, brill!