Jeff arrived at the police station with wads of cash he'd collected from Drew's room in his pockets. He shuffled to the front desk and was greeted by a wary look from the policewoman behind it.
          "Can I help you sir?" asked the policewoman.
          "I would like to bail my friends," Jeff replied.
          "Right, what are their names?" the woman asked.
          "Greg Proops, Colin Mochrie and Captain Billy," Jeff replied blankly.
          "Captain Billy?" the woman laughed.
          "Yes, that's right," Jeff nodded.
          "Would he be the same as Ryan Stiles?" the woman queried.
          "Only physically, mentally he's Captain Billy and has fifteen children in the republic of the fish," Jeff said pointedly.
          "Right, I'll just go and…ah, find out about your friends," the woman mumbled as she disappeared, and a young man took over the desk.

          "Where are we now?" Drew asked as he stopped to catch his breath.
          "No, there aren’t any cows," Chip replied.
          "NOW…WHERE ARE WE NOW?" Drew yelled.
          "Arutenv," Chip replied
          "What?" Drew spat.
          "Arutenv," Chip scorned.
          "Arutenv, Arutenv…VENTURA! WE'RE IN VENTURA!" Drew yelled.
          "Oh so we are," Chip chuckled.
          "How did we end up here?" Drew gasped.
          "Beer? I don't want beer," Chip huffed.
          "HERE! HOW DID WE END UP HERE?" Drew screamed.
          "I guess I got us on the wrong bus," Chip shrugged, still amused.
          "You idiot," Drew hissed.

          "…And that's how I got this cardigan," Jeff finished his story to the young police officer as the policewoman returned.
          "Ok Sir. Your friends have been charged with various accounts and have to appear in court at a later date…do you understand that."
          Jeff looked at the woman strangely. "I'm not demented," he cussed.
          "I, ah…it’s $1500 to get them released," she flustered.
          Jeff reached into his pants pockets and placed several wads of cash and three mints on the counter. The woman counted the money, avoided the mints and had Jeff sign several pieces of paper. She then disappeared again.

          "Get your hands off of me…I can walk on my own…I said get them off," Greg hissed as he was led out to Jeff.
          "Nice to see you've cheered up," Jeff pointed out.
          "Fuck you…give me my death sticks," Greg demanded, snatching his cigarettes off one of the officers and then stormed as fast as he could, out of the station.
          Ryan was next to be brought out, his arms were flailing and he pulled away from the officer as quickly as possible.
          "Ryan Stiles," the officer said bluntly the policewoman.
          Jeff quickly held Ryan back as best he could. "ITS CAPTAIN BILLY."
          Lastly came Colin, who was still walking around boozy and bewildered. The officer thrust him in Ryan and Jeff's direction.
          "Are we going for ice-cream now?" Colin asked, grinning ear to ear.
          "Sure buddy, we can get ice-cream," Ryan nodded as they headed toward the exit. He stopped and turned back the officers. "HAHA FREEDOM IS OURS," he waved his arms in the air again before following the others out.
          Outside Greg was stubbing out his cigarette. "You took long enough," he scorned.
          "You are an ungrateful bastard and when you die I will not be going to your funeral," Jeff huffed.
          "Good. 'Cos I ain't having a funeral…Captain Billy's dumping me the river," Greg said poignantly.
          "It’s true," Ryan nodded.
          "Ice-cream," Colin, said impatiently.
          "OK, ok…we'll get a cab," Jeff announced and waved one down. They piled in and headed back toward the home.
          "This cab stinks," Greg spat.
          "You stink," Ryan countered. "Hey, thanks for bailing us out Jeff," he added.
          "Look, a funny billboard," Colin giggled.
          "Hey my…oh…oh dear," Jeff said his voice trailing off.
          "What?" Greg asked.
          "I forgot Brad," Jeff wailed.
          "What's that ringing?" Ryan piped up.
          "Ice cream man?" Colin said excitedly.
          "Its Jeff's cell phone," Greg hissed, snatching the phone from Jeff who had no idea how to use it. "Hello?"
          "Greg, thank god."
          "Drew?"
          "You've got to come and get us."
          "Us?"
          "Me and Chip."
          "Why? Where are you?"
          "Ventura."
          "VENTURA?"
          "That moron Chip misheard the bus driver"
          "Ventura, how are we gonna get to Ventura?"
          "We could take this cab?" Ryan piped up.
          "How are we gonna pay the fare?" Greg countered.
          "I've got all the money Drew had under his mattress," Jeff perked.
          "JEFF YOU BASTARD," Drew screamed.
          "Don't yell," Greg snapped. "Look, we'll see what we can do, ok. Don't move and don't let Chip be your eyes anymore."
          "OK, but hurry up, I'm cold, I'm hungry and I think my pants need changed."
          Greg looked disgusted as he ended the call.
          "So we go and get Brad and then Drew and Chip?" Jeff asked.
          "Well, Brad ain't exactly going anywhere," Ryan pointed out.
          "Captain Billy's right…let's go to Ventura first. We can pick Brad up on the way back," Greg ordered.
          "What about my ice-cream?" Colin asked miserably.

          "Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to me…I'm stuck in a four by four and there's no where to pee," Brad sang dejectedly.
          "SHUT UP," yelled the wino in the cell next to him.
          "YOU SHUT UP, IT’S MY BIRTHDAY AND I'LL BE MISERABLE IF I WANT TO," Brad yelled back. "This could be my last birthday and how am I gonna remember it…" he sighed.
          Suddenly his door was opened and an officer stood there with a pretty blonde thing with a bag.
          "Mr Sherwood," the officer said coolly.
          "Who are you?" Brad asked
          "I'm the doctor here to examine you," the blonde replied.
          "Really, well in that case…I've got this terrible pain at the top of my leg," Brad grinned.