Concocting A Plan

The night draws on, says old Phillip. We should be going.

He pats an area below the tasseled night cap.

Let me finish my orange, dear, says the tasseled night cap.

Bring it with you, says old Phillip.

The tasseled night cap and half an orange make their way to the door.

They stop there.

Thank you for a lovely evening, says the tasseled night cap.

Thank you for ironing our wet duvet cover, says Gaius.

It should dry quickly now, says old Phillip. This room is becoming quite warm.

I cranked up the heating, says Sweezus.

Modern times, says old Phillip.

Indeed, says Gaius. Good night to you and your good lady.

Good night all, says old Phillip.

He follows the tasseled night cap and half orange out through the door.

Now I think we should all get some sleep, says Gaius. 

I agree, says Kant. How will we do this?

There's the four poster bed, says Gaius. You and I will share it.

I'm not used to sharing, says Kant. 

Then you must have it, says Gaius.

Too kind, says Kant. But I must insist that you have it.

I'll have it, says Terence. It's a pirate ship, I can go sailing all night.

Use the bolster, says Sweezus.

What's the bolster? asks Terence.

That thing, says Sweezus. pointing at the bolster. And I didn't mean you, I meant them.

But now Terence has discovered the bolster, which would do for a horse.

 A horse on a pirate ship. Perfect.

Gaius has realised that the bolster could be the answer.

We place it down the centre, says Gaius. 

I see, says Kant. You on your side, me on mine. I'm willing to try it.

Good. That is settled, says Gaius. What about you boys?

We told the manager we'd sleep in the car, says Sweezus.

It's cold out, says Gaius. Sleep in here on the couch. The manager doesn't need to know.

That's sneaky, says Terence.

It's only big enough for one person, says Sweezus.

You have it, says Arthur. I'll sleep in the car.

No way! says Sweezus. 

You know me, says Arthur. I draw inspiration from discomfort.

Good one, bro, says Sweezus. I owe you.

Arthur takes the car keys and goes out.

The others sort out their sleeping arrangements.

Placing the bolster.

Moving cushions to the end of the couch.

Terence stands by the window looking out at the pavillion, concocting a plan.

It has something to do with the bolster.