Ryan, Drew, Colin, Greg, Brad, Wayne and Chip returned to the states a day later.

          Colin received more than a mouthful from his wife, even though he tried to convince her the bullet wound was only a scratch.

          Drew and Ryan created a story about Drew getting way too drunk in Vegas and that the bright lights of all the casinos caused the tans that they now sported. No one was really convinced but it saved all the explaining they'd have to do otherwise. Drew also got a brand new security system and had a back up generator installed in case his electricity ever failed again.

          Brad was home only a few days when Ritza appeared on his doorstep. She had decided that she didn't want them to be apart and LA was a great place to wait for things to die down in Australia. She was still none the wiser about his celebrity status and was continually asking about the zoo. Brad was forced to visit a nearby horse stable so he'd come home smelling, authentic.

          Wayne and Chip managed to boast about their time in Australia and carefully cut out any bits about being beaten and nearly killed. Those stories were replaced with others about lazing on the beach and drinking too much.

          Greg kept in contact with Gina and helped her bullshit a story for her editor to make up for chucking her dictaphone out of the window. He was also quite depressed that he was the only one who hadn't managed to tan, although his nose had begun to peel.

          When Gina wandered out the front door of her apartment the morning the "Whose Line" guys had left, she felt something crunch under her foot. She looked down and found a set of keys. Gina picked them up and bounded down the stairs. She stopped when she reached the road, her mouth fell open and she almost couldn't move. A brand new, blue, VW Beetle was parked there. Curiously she walked around it and then looked at the keys in her hand. She pressed the beeper and the doors unlocked.
          Gina slid into the drivers seat and stared at the note on the steering wheel.
          Hey Monkey Girl,
          Since your last car died miserably we thought this might come in handy…It’s also our way of thanking you for keeping quiet about the whole incident.
          Oh yeah, and don't abuse this one…

          Rona switched on the TV at her new apartment in Brisbane. She cackled when she thought about how those stupid Americans and her equally stupid sister thought they could keep her down.
          She poured herself a drink and flumped into an armchair, then she stopped.
          "Well fuck me," she mused as there, on screen were Brad, Greg, Ryan and Colin and Drew. "Who would have thought," she added and grabbed her phone.