Possible Good Result Of Seeming Disorder

We must find Terence a bicycle, says Freud.

He opens the cupboard.

Bet he can't even ride, says Baby Pierre.

Hah! says Terence. Ask my Parrot.

The Parrot flies down to the cupboard.

This one will do fine, says the Parrot.

That's mine! says Baby Pierre. The wheels are fluoroelastane.

I'm good with that, says the Parrot.

.......

Freud opens the door of the caravan.

No police around. Just several skate boarders and one or two people with takeaway coffee.

Right, says Freud. NOW!

Gaius, Kong Fu-Zi and the Parrot hop onto their bicycles. Freud sits on the step.

What now? asks the Parrot.

You ride around squirting paint balls, says Freud. You have five minutes. Go!

Kong Fu-Zi doesn't quite get it. He rides the Platonic Ideal to the fountain, and squeezes the trigger.

Pa-choong! Paint squirts into the water. The water turns blue.

He dismounts and gazes contemplatively at the results of his actions.

Gaius aims his paintball at the Parrot. Narrowly misses.

The Parrot calls foul. He wants a ruling.

He rides back to the door of the caravan where Freud is sitting with Terence and Baby Pierre.

........

Parrot: I want a ruling.

Freud: There's only one rule. Don't get caught.

Terence: Ha ha Parrot. Just squirt anyone. See that man with the coffee.

Baby Pierre: No, not him.

Too late. The Parrot has squeezed the trigger and splattered paint on the man with the coffee.

Freud drags Terence and Baby Pierre inside the caravan, and shuts the door.

.........

Five minutes later, Freud looks out of the caravan window.

A crowd has gathered, around Kong Fu-Zi.

Another crowd has gathered around Gaius.

The Parrot has vanished.

In the place of the Parrot, is another more colourful parrot.

A crowd has gathered around the new parrot.

And the mayor of Adelaide is standing outside.