Quiet-Tartus

It's them. And the Mazda.

Sweezus and Arthur get out.

Yo! says Sweezus. We found you. 

We are easily spotted, says Wittgenstein. I'm glad to see that you've brought back the Mazda. 

It's a bit sandy inside, says Sweezus, brushing dried sand from his leg.

No doubt you'll clean it, says Wittgenstein. Come in, we're just enjoying a hot water.

No tea bags? says Arthur.

No tea bags, says Wittgenstein. I don't suppose you have any?

No way, says Sweezus. Didn't Midge leave some?

Not that we know of, says Wittgenstein.

He picks a few gum leaves.

Good one, says Sweezus. 

They enter the camper.

Yay! says Terence. You're back! Come and meet Froggy.

Don't call me Froggy, says the Screaming Tree Frog.

Quiet-Tartus, then, says Terence. That's what Gaius said. And don't complain about that.

You found one already! says Sweezus.

Only one so far, says Gaius. A litoria quiritatus. 

I like Quiet-Tartus, says the Screaming Tree Frog. 

Did you find a good surfing beach? asks Gaius.

Yeah, Old Bar, sixteen ks east of here, says Sweezus.

Well I'm glad you've got that out of your system, says Gaius.

We haven't, says Arthur. We came back to swap the Mazda for the camper.

Yeah, says Sweezus. The camper's much better for surfing.

And for sleeping, says Gaius. What about us? This won't do.

Come with us, says Arthur. There are plenty of frogs at Old Bar.

Are there? asks Gaius. You've heard them?

Arthur nods, although he hasn't.

Yippee! says Terence. We're going to a beach! And you're coming with us, Quiet-Tartus.

The Screaming Tree Frog must now make a decision.

He makes it. 

Okay.

He will come. Meet new Screaming Tree Frogs. Get a team up. And he'll be the leader, Quiet-Tartus.