Lucky With Scissors

Saint Roley flies through the International Terminal in search of the others.

They're at the security check point.

Simon goes through, with his pool salt.

No problems for Simon.

Next Lydia, Tilly and Buzz, followed by Gaius and Sweezus.

Then Terence.

Beep.

But they let Terence through, because Terence made his own beep noise.

Last is Arthur, who has not yet determined what to do with the scissors.

Saint Roley lands on the conveyor belt, directly in front of the scanner.

What's this? says the guard in charge of the scanner.

Arthur drops the scissors.

Sorry! says Saint Roley. These are my friends. This is their most important possession. They lost it.

Okay, says the guard. Send it through.

Arthur kicks the scissors along the floor beside the conveyor belt.

All the guards are either observing Saint Roley, or the hessian bag with the swan eye.

Going to need to frisk you, says one guard.

No worries, says Saint Roley.

And run a wand over your feathers, says another.

Fine, says Saint Roley.

And the contents of your hessian bag, says a third.

Go ahead, ma'am, says Saint Roley.

No one is looking at Arthur. Arthur waits.

 One more subtle foot movement should do it.

Now he walks though the metal detector. No beeps for Arthur.

You're good to go, smiles the guard. So's your bird and this bag of harmless substance.

Thanks, says Arthur, giving her his most charming blue look.

The guard wishes everyone was as personable as Arthur, and his avian companion.

Arthur walks through to join the others, and pick up his back pack.

Then he bends down to pick up the scissors.

Don't you try this. Arthur is lucky.

The team heads for a café. They have an hour before take off.

Well done, Saint Roley, says Gaius.

I could have sold it, says Saint Roley, but I didn't.

How much for? asks Sweezus.

A lady on the train offered me fifty dollars, says Saint Roley.

I knew you were stupid, says Terence.