"Will you stop laughing, people are getting suss," Greg hissed at Ryan.
          "People'll be a lot more suss when he starts flashing his manly thing about," Ryan chuckled.
          "But Col's only taking his pants off," Greg said pointedly. "Oh my god," he added as Colin's y-fronts landed at his feet.
          Colin stood there wrinkly, naked and grinning.
          "Are you ready?" he smirked.
          Ryan handed Colin his cane and then he and Greg stood back. Colin shuffled his way to the door and then disappeared inside.
          "Look at him move, like the wind," Greg mused.
          A loud scream rang out and Greg and Ryan pressed their faces against the glass window, to get a better look. This in turn freaked out a group of 5-year-olds that ran sobbing into the toilets.

          Jeff found Wayne slumped in his wheelchair, still out the front of the birds.
          "Wayne, you dead?" Jeff said bluntly and poked his arm.
          "Huh, What now?" Wayne mumbled, and blearily looked at Jeff.
          "Where's Brad?" Jeff scorned.
          "He went off and left me, I could have been mugged or beaten you know," Wayne hissed.
          "Yeah, eight year olds do that," Jeff muttered.
          "What took you so long, I needed the bathroom," Wayne spat.
          "I took a little longer to get started than usual," Jeff huffed.
          "You should get your prostate checked," Wayne scowled.
          "Do you know what a prostate examination entails?" Jeff gasped.
          "Of course I do…couldn't sit down for a week," Wayne snorted.
          "Then you'll understand why I choose not to have one," Jeff countered "Now, I'll take you to the bathroom," he added and released the brakes to the wheelchair.
          "No, it’s too late now," Wayne sighed.
          "Huh? Oh…Err," Jeff said making several uncomfortable facial gestures.

          Brad found himself alone in the "Nocturnal Animals" enclosure. Although only one bat seemed to be awake and a small mouse like creature.
          Brad moved his shoulders uncomfortably, the jacket was beginning to itch. He looked around slyly and was pleased that no one had yet appeared. He carefully undid the buttons and then shrugged the jacket off his shoulders.
          "Ahh, much better," he perked, rolled up the jacket and stuffed it under his arm.
          He took a final look at the one bat and then hobbled out into the sunlight. No one noticed his lack of clothes until he was admiring the elephant. A young girl screamed and hid behind her mother.
          "You disgusting pervert," the girl's mother screeched. "I'm going to report you," she added and dragged her child off as she looked for some zoo staff.
          "Prude," Brad huffed, before he growled at a few onlookers and then moved off to look at some beavers.

          "I think he's dead," a female voice squeaked.
          "He can't be dead, his chest is rising and falling," another said bluntly.
          "Well I'm not touching him," the first one wailed.
          "Where's my pants?" Drew announced and groaned as he pulled himself into a sitting position.
          "See he's fine…get his pants on and get him out of here," the second woman scorned and walked off.
          "What happened?" Drew asked fumbling around for his cane.
          "You fell asleep," the girl replied and helped Drew into his pants.
          "Where's my stick?" he huffed and the girl grabbed it from the floor and put it in his hand.
          "You best get out of here," the girl breathed, "apparently you're creeping the other girls out."
          "I am not creepy," Drew spat.
          "Believe what you want…now go," the girl insisted and shoved Drew out of the door.
          Once he was back on the street, Drew decided he'd attempt to get himself to the zoo and meet with the others.
          As he walked along the street he waved his cane about and grumbled what each object was it hit "tree, footpath, dog, pedestrian, tree, wall, pedestrian."
          "DREW," Chip wailed as the cane poked him in the ribs.
          "CHIP," Drew cried back.
          "DREW," Chip yelled again.
          "CHIP," Drew yelled back. "Where have you been?" he added.
          "No it's turquoise," Chip replied.
          Drew looked confused for a moment and stuck his hands out, fumbled with Chip for a moment and then put his arm around him.
          "Listening buddy, you be my eyes and I'll be your ears," Drew perked.
          "No, I don't want to go drinking," Chip huffed.
          "EARS…I'll BE YOUR EARS," Drew snapped.
          "Oh right, why?" Chip asked.
          "SO WE CAN FIND OUR WAY TO THE ZOO," Drew bellowed.
          "Right…I'll be your eyes then," Chip smiled.
          "Idiot," Drew cussed.

          "Name," said the police officer bluntly.
          "Captain Billy," Ryan replied.
          "Your real name sir," The police officer scorned.
          "CAPTAIN BILLY," Ryan yelled.
          "Its Ryan…Ryan Lee Stiles," Greg huffed.
          "CAPTAIN BILLY," Ryan snapped at Greg.
          "Just shut the fuck up," Greg said sternly.
          "Any medical conditions?" the officer continued.
          "Yeah, he's insane," Greg spat.
          The police officer looked blankly at Greg and then turned to another officer, "Just lock both of them up," he sighed.
          "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE OUR FREEDOM," Ryan yelled as he was led away.
          "Can't you sedate him?" Greg asked as he followed.
          "On what grounds?" asked the officer.
          "What, the physical evidence isn't enough?" Greg sarced as he and Ryan were placed in a cell and the door slammed shut and locked.
          "Great, stuck in the pig sty with you," Greg spat at Ryan.
          "Are you saying I'm bad company?" Ryan huffed.
          "You're not company, you just freak me out," Greg snide.
          They fell silent.
          "You want one of my pills" Ryan perked producing a medicine jar that contained various pink pills.
          "How did you sneak that in here?" Greg gasped. "We had to empty our pockets."
          "Fuck that," Ryan chuckled. "So, do you want one or not?"
          "Of course I do," Greg nodded.
          Ryan was about to shake several out of the jar when the door clunked open; he quickly shoved the jar back into his pocket. Colin was pushed into the cell and the door locked again after him.
          "Hello…I got pants," Colin babbled; he was still drunk.
          "Oh god, strike me down now," Greg groaned.

          A short while later at the same police station, Brad was thrust in front of the duty officer.
          "Name," the duty officer asked.
          "Brad Sherwood…like Robin…of Sherwood," Brad mused.
          "Yeah…why'd you bring this guy in?" the duty officer asked his fellow officer who was holing Brad's arm.
          "He was walking around the zoo in his underwear," the officer replied.
          "It was a warm day," Brad huffed.
          "There are days I hate my job," the duty officer groaned. "I guess we'd better call in a doctor."
          "Until then?" the other officer asked.
          "Shove him in a cell…and get some pants on him…please," the duty officer begged.
          "This is unfair treatment…I'm not afraid to make a complaint you know…IT’S MY BIRTHDAY," Brad whined as he was thrust into a cell.
          "BRAD," Greg yelled.
          "GREG…WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Brad yelled back.
          "I'LL EXPLAIN LATER? WHAT DID YOU…NO, DON'T TELL ME" Greg mused.
          "I GOT NAKED," Colin added.
          "IS THAT COLIN?" Brad asked.
          "YEAH, RY…ER…CAPTAIN BILLY IS HERE TOO," Greg replied.
          "IN MCDONALDS," Colin added.

          Jeff arrived back at the home with Wayne, who was asleep, hours later; he was greeted by one of the staff.
          "Just in time Mr Davis…phone for you," she perked.
          "For me? Well, you’d better take Wayne then…he needs new pants," Jeff smiled and shuffled over to the phone.
          "Hello?"
          "Jeff, thank god you're back," Greg babbled.
          "You missed me?"
          "Not really, but Ryan, Col and myself need bailed."
          "BAILED…what the hell did you do."
          "Explain later…want to get out of confined space with a drunken Col and mental Ry."
          "I'd love to help, but where am I going to get that sort of money."
          "Drew's room, he's always stashing the stuff. Check the cookie tin in his closet or under the mattress."
          "Are you serious?"
          "Yeah, that's what we mean when we say we're ‘going to the bank,’ man."
          "Ok…I'll be there as quick as I can."
          Jeff hung up began to shuffle toward Drew's room.
          "Mr Davis phone," another care worker perked.
          Jeff shuffled back over and picked up the receiver.
          "Hello."
          "Jeff, helpmehelpmehelpme," Brad whined.
          "Why? What have you done?"
          "I need bailed and they made me wear pants."
          "I've already got to bail Greg, Colin and Ryan."
          "So you'll already be at the station."
          "But…"
          "Thanks buddy."
          There was a clunk and Jeff was greeted by the dial tone. "Ungrateful bastards," Jeff huffed as he put the receiver back down.