They are in Gallery 14.
Katherine and Minnie are admiring the photos.
They are photos of family Christmases in the early 2000s.
A Christmas tree in a red bucket.
We had one of those, says Minnie.
A kid in a mask and a Robin suit, posing.
What a glorious expression, says Katherine.
and then...
Where is Terence? asks Minnie.
Terence has left the gallery.
Katherine walks to the entrance of gallery 14, and looks out.
An attendant is standing there.
Have you seen a young boy with a parrot's head poking out of the front of his shorts? asks Katherine.
The attendant looks as though he is not often asked such a question
Not a real parrot, Katherine adds hastily.
No, madam, says the attendant. Would you like me to put out an alert?
Not yet, says Katherine. He knows where we are.
The attendant walks off, taking out his walkie-talkie.
Drat, says Katherine.
What is it? asks Minnie.
I think he's going to put out an alert for Terence, says Katherine.
Do they know about the parrot? asks Minnie.
I said it wasn't a real one, says Katherine.
But they'll soon see it is, says Minnie.
Just then Terence turns up.
Where have you been? asks Katherine.
Looking for a window, says Terence.
Whatever for? asks Minnie.
To wave out of, says Terence.
At me, says Prong, from the front of Terence's shorts.
(Yes Prong is at the front now, after a difficult journey).
That was if Prong was outside in a tree, says Katherine. But she's here, so you don't need a window.
Now everyone will be looking for you, says Minnie.
Why? asks Terence.
I reported you missing, says Katherine.
I'll go and find the attendant and tell him you're found, says Minnie. You and Prong stay here with Katherine and look at the photos.
Okay, says Terence.
He looks at one of the photos.
It shows a Chrismtas tree in a red bucket, next to a window.
Boring.
The next one shows a man lying down next to a red bucket. You can just see his head.
And there is something yellow in the bucket.
Vom! says Terence.
What's vom? asks Prong.
Minnie returns.
I told him, says Minnie. The alert has been cancelled.
Good, says Katherine. Let's go somewhere else.
Yes, says Terence. This gallery is rubbish.
Prong doesn't think so.
But what does she know about art?
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