Less Fun In The Bucket

 They leave the museum.

Terence carries the frogs in their corn chip packet.

When can we get out? asks Quiet-Tartus.

Now, says Terence. He opens the packet.

The two frogs jump out.

Where are we going?

A café, says Gaius. But which one? I'll call Arthur.

He calls Arthur.

Where are you? asks Arthur.

Where are you? asks Gaius.

Bent On Food, says Arthur. Isabella Street.

It's not far away.

Soon the party is reunited.

Arthur and Sweezus are just finishing their Pork Belly Tacos.

I think I'll have a salad, says Gaius. Pear and Haloumi with Bacon and Walnuts sounds nice.

I'll have the banana bread, says Wittgenstein. 

He goes to the counter to order.

Any news? asks Gaius.

Yeah, says Sweezus. Pacific Highway's re-opened.

Excellent, says Gaius. We'll set off as soon as we've eaten.

Did you get that frog photo printed? asks Sweezus.

I did, says Gaius. Thanks to Stanley. And Terence managed to do a good deed.

No way! says Sweezus. What was it?

There were these birds' eggs , says Terence. And I took them to meet their grandpa. And they're allowed to stay there.

I don't get it, says Sweezus. 

Terence has truncated the story, says Gaius. Suffice to say, the eggs' mother was also involved.

Awesome, says Sweezus, losing interest. Anyone want a coffee?

I'll get them, says Arthur.

Wittgenstein returns with banana bread, strawberry and pear compote, and house yogurt.

Your salad is coming, says Wittgenstein.

Thank you, says Gaius. 

Terence is bored. No one has even got him a red drink.

He looks for the frogs.

They are bored also, under the table.

It was fun in the museum, says Quiet-Tartus. Remember when we hid in the bushranger's bucket?

He probably had to wee and poo in that bucket, says Terence.

How would you know? asks Shorty-Tartus.

But the fun in the bucket has diminished.