A short while later Drew was standing waiting in the abc reception area. Ralf kept looking over suspiciously and Drew felt continuously on edge. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders when Chip wandered through the doors.
          "Chip, buddy glad you could make it," Drew chirped, putting an arm around Chip and leading him away from Ralf. "Now about that role I want you to play on the show," he added loud enough for security to hear.
          "Drew why am I here?" Chip asked, his voice a little shaky.
          "Its just a little something extra we'd like you to do," Drew smiled.
          "We?" Chip gulped.
          "Yo dude, over here," Wayne called from a deserted corridor.
          "Wayne…you look so…so…janitorial," Chip blustered.
          "You can mock me later…right now we need to get a move on because Drew screwed up," Wayne said in a low voice.
          "Hey," Drew wailed.
          "So what do you want me to do?" Chip asked.
          "Get in the trolley," Wayne replied.
          "Excuse me," Chip gasped.
          "I'm going to smuggle you to the studio…then you can unlock the door from the inside…don't worry, Brad and Steve will be on the outside to assist you all they can," Wayne breathed.
          "Yeah but I'm…I'm to young to…. I hate my life," Chip groaned and climbed into the trolley.
          "Good luck guys…I'll make sure the video is ok," Drew smiled, slapped Wayne on the back and disappeared down the corridor.

          Wayne began to whistle and wheeled the trolley down all the corridors until he found the studio door and two pissed looking security guards.
          "Hey dudes," Wayne chirped
          "You want something?" one guard asked.
          "Just access to the studio so it can be cleaned," Wayne perked.
          "We weren't told about no cleaning," remarked the other guard.
          "Late call…talk to the boss, I just follow orders," Wayne smiled.
          The first guard grunted and punched in the access code, Wayne began to whistle again and push his trolley into the studio, he waited until the door closed before grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen. He jotted down the code and thrust the paper into the trolley.
          "This is the access code, don't loose it", Wayne hissed and then wandered back to the door and out into the corridor.
          "Thought you were cleaning the studio," scowled a guard.
          "No I said it needed to be cleaned…didn't say I was doing it…the trolley is there for Wilson when he gets in," Wayne announced and sauntered off down the corridor whistling.
          Once out of sight he let out a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. He was about to remove the overalls when the head janitor approached him.
          "Just what do you think you're doing?" he snapped.
          "Giving birth to triplets" Wayne hissed.
          "Hey, I don't need none of your cheek…I want all the toilets cleaned on this floor…all of them…I want to see my face in the porcelain," the head janitor growled.
          "But I'm not…you can't…crap," Wayne spat and headed back down the corridor.
          At that moment he had ideas of other ways the head janitor could see his face in the porcelain.

          When things appeared quiet Chip clambered out of the trolley. His foot got caught around a dustpan and he went butt first to the floor.
          "Ow," he managed to whisper through gritted teeth.
          Getting to his feet, Chip checked the access code Wayne had given him and noticed it was written on the back of a shopping docket.
          "So he does wear thongs," Chip mused and tiptoed to the door.
          All he had to do was wait until Steve and Brad turned up. He hoped that it would be soon as the garish set that now filled the studio was making him queasy.