It's raining hard on the ocean.
The surf is freaking mental, with thundering waves.
Sweezus has lost Arthur, who has been washed off his surfboard.
Arthur has lost Sweezus, who has been washed off his surfboard as well.
The crashing surf and the treacherous currents drag them sideways.
They are rudely sucked under.
Woah! Woosh! Hoo!
Arthur washes up on the Town Beach, next to his surfboard.
His knees are bleeding.
He looks about for his bro.
Here he is, also bleeding.
That was awesome, says Sweezus. Are we done for the day?
Done, says Arthur.
One last look at the fantastic surf, in which now there is no one.
Lucky those sharks went to Mexico, says Sweezus, swiping blood off.
They head for the camper.
......
Ten minutes later they pull up at the Billabong Zoo.
Terence should be waiting inside the gate, says Arthur.
Bet he won't be, says Sweezus. Let's go in and find him.
Okay, says Arthur. Let me do the talking.
Hi, says the zoo attendant, forget something?
Wrong location, says Arthur. Come to pick up the statue.
Pity, says the attendant. where's it going?
Grafton, says Arthur.
Pissing down there too, says the attendant. You guys know you're bleeding?
Yeah, we know, says Sweezus. Rain'll be good for it.
I don't think so, says the assistant. Head to the koala hospital in the centre, they'll fix you.
Thanks, says Sweezus.
They enter the zoo.
That was easy, says Sweezus. Where d'you reckon Terence is?
He may be edging towards us, says Arthur.
How come? asks Sweezus.
Like a statue, says Arthur.
Statues don't edge towards anything, says Sweezus.
Next best thing to not moving, says Arthur.
They stand in the pouring rain looking in different directions.
No one is edging towards them.
Know what? We may as well head for the koala hospital, says Sweezus. Get fixed up. They might've seen Terence.
True. Edging towards them.
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