Freakin Weather

It starts raining.

Wittgenstein surfs in.

That was a good one, says Wittgenstein. Did you see it?

No, I missed it, says Gaius. We're going back to the camper.

Did you see the Five Islands? asks Wittgenstein.

I did, says Roo-kai.

I went canoeing, says Terence.

After he fell into the river, says Gaius.

Why are the frogs in those socks? asks Wittgenstein.

They're tied in, says Terence. And we can't untie them.

We need scissors, says Gaius. Or a knife, if there are no scissors.

Sweezus and Arthur arrive, carrying their surfboards.

Hey! says Sweezus. What's with the frogs?

They're trapped! says Terence.

Looks like they shat themselves, says Sweezus.

Those are PEBBLES, says Terence. 

Get us out! says Quiet-Tartus. Everyone's laughing!

No one is laughing, says Gaius.

They are! says Shorty-Tartus.

And they are. The girl team, standing there watching.

Come on, says Gaius. Let's all get out of the rain.

They head back to the camper.

Now to look for the scissors, says Gaius. Arthur?

Here, says Arthur. I'll do it.

He whips a knife out from his boardshorts.

Did you have that all the time we were surfing? asks Sweezus.

Yes, says Arthur.

Lucky it didn't fall out of your pocket, says Sweezus. Why'd you bring it?

Sharks, says Arthur.

Any sign of them? asks Wittgenstein.

Nah, says Sweezus. They buggered off to Mexico to find underwater fossils.

Better there than here, says Wittgenstein.

Sure is. Rain's getting heavier, says Sweezus. Better check the forecast.

Arthur cuts the reeds from the socks with the knife, while Sweezus checks the forecast and Gaius puts the kettle on.

Scheisse! says Sweezus. Take a look at this freakin' weather!

What ill luck! says Gaius. Will this prevent us from driving to Queensland?

Yeah, says Sweezus. Heaps of towns on the way are under water.

Too bad, says Quiet-Tartus.

They hear the female frogs chattering outside.

Let us out, says Quiet-Tartus. We need to tell them we're not going.

Yet, says Terence.