Just Dance Crazily

Never mind, says Katherine. We can wash them. 

Not now, says Terence.

No, not now, says Katherine, but you ought to stop jigging.

Nerida has finished her song.

I enjoyed that, says Gaius. Does that make me a Swiftie? Who's next in the program?

The pobblebonk, says Nerida.

At last! says the pobblebonk. You can dance to this song as well. 

It's not fair, says Terence. I'm not allowed to.

You could if you had a spare pair of shorts, says Katherine. What happened to those parrot shorts?

They wiped bird poo off a police car, says Terence.

So they did, says Gaius. Would you like to dance again Terence?

Yes! says Terence. But not in these stinky old gecko shorts.

Gaius gets up and goes into his tent.

He returns with a pair of black underpants.

Here, try these on, says Gaius..

Terence steps out of the gecko shorts and into the black underpants.

They're very loose round his waist, says Katherine.

I'll get the stapler, says Nerida.

Can't we just fold and tuck, says Gaius. I don't want staples in my good underpants.

I have a staple remover, says Nerida.

Very well, says Gaius. I suppose a staple is the more reliable option.

Yay! says Terence, when Nerida has stapled the underpants.

Can I sing now? asks the pobblebonk.

Go for it, says Nerida. What's it called again?

Tutti Frutti, says the pobblebonk.

Wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom, sings the pobblebonk.

I wonder what it means? says Katherine.

I'll google it, says Nerida.

No, don't, says the pobblebonk. You won't understand it. Just dance crazily.

Terence is already dancing crazily.

And his underpant-shorts don't fall down.