Holey-Moley What Then?

Mind the steps, says Gaius. They might be slippery.

That won't bother me, says Terence.

Or me, says Roo-kai.

Race you, says Terence.

He goes down the steps faster.

Roo-kai follows.

Gaius minds the steps, making use of the railing

He will be glad to let Terence travel with Katherine. And the frogs too, if that is their wish.

He gets to the bottom and enters the Surf Life Saving Clubroom.

Where is Arthur? asks Gaius.

Getting the frogs, from the camper, says Sweezus.

Good, says Gaius. They need to make a decision.

Are they in a container? asks Katherine.

No, says Gaius. Is that a problem?

They may not be welcome in here, says Katherine.

Arthur will see to it, says Gaius.

Arthur comes in with a frog in each hand, and places them both on the table.

You frogs are coming with US! says Terence. 

So, what's new? says Quiet-Tartus.

You may travel to Toowoomba with Ludwig and me, in the Mazda, or with Katherine and Terence in Katherine's car, says Gaius. Which is it to be?

What's wrong with the camper? asks Shorty-Tartus.

Sweezus and Arthur are spending a few days at the Gold Coast, says Gaius. 

In this rain? asks Quiet-Tartus. 

Yeah, bummer, says Sweezus. 

So choose, says Gaius.

Choose us, says Terence. 

Shorty-Tartus whispers something to Quiet-Tartus.

Quiet-Tartus whispers something back.

Where's Monty? asks Shorty-Tartus.

Here, says Katherine, standing him up.

Shorty-Tartus hops up close to Monty. 

How was it, to travel with them?

They put me in a dark glove box, whispers Monty. They spoke about pipe traps to trap tree frogs. I heard Gaius say 'when one door closes'.

 Holy-moley! says Shorty-Tartus. What then?

Nothing, whispers Monty. He didn't finish the sentence.

(Fact check: True. He didn't.)

What? asks Terence. 

We're going with you, says Shorty-Tartus. If that's okay with Katherine.

As long as you're in some kind of container, says Katherine. I don't want frog poo on the seats.

Very wise, says Gaius. Frogs do tend to do rather big ones.

Wouldn't want to find one in the glove box, says Wittgenstein.

They're certainly not going to travel in my glove box, says Katherine.

Quiet-Tartus and Shorty-Tartus look at one another, then at Monty.

Great! We dodged a bullet there.