A flat stage.
Last chance for the sprinters.
Not us, says Vello. Today we'll remain at the back.
When do we ever not do that? asks Denis Diderot.
Be fair, says David. We've made our way to the middle, on several occasions.
I don't see why we can't try, says Denis Diderot. The people would like it.
They like us anyway, says Vello. Hear them cheering!
They would cheer a gorilla, says Denis Diderot.
They would NOT, says Vello.
I wonder, says David.
He makes gorilla noises.
Stop it! says Vello.
But the crowd has gone mad.
A Team Philosophe rider made gorilla noises!
Hoo-hoo! Uh-uh! Or something like that.
Belle and Terence are waiting at the feed station.
Terence hold out the musettes on his twig.
Denis Diderot grabs one.
He has forgotten to be careful.
The twig breaks off and the musettes fall to the ground.
Wah! cries Terence. I knew it!
Belle kicks the musettes out of the way of the on-coming riders.
Avoiding a crash.
A few riders give Belle the thumbs up.
Team Philosophe has stopped up ahead.
They are not going to miss eating because of a twig.
Belle runs up to where they are waiting.
Thanks, dear, says Vello What's in it?
Tartiflette, says Belle.
One of my favourites, says Vello. I hope it's not ruined.
It shouldn't be, says Belle. By the way, it's raining at the finish.
Curses, says Vello. Have we got rain jackets?
No, says Belle. Now get going, before you're disqualified.
Team Philosophe pushes off, leaving the delicious aroma of baked potatoes with reblochon cheese, lardons and onions drifting behind them.
Up ahead, near the finish, yes! It is raining.
In the final kilometre, there has been a crash.
The sprinters who have not been affected speed up, looking for victory.
One accelerates, then another, and another.
Will it be Jonthan Milan or someone no one has heard of?
No, not someone no one has heard of.
It is Jonathan Milan.
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