Two hours later cab driver passed the "Welcome to Ventura" sign and deposited Greg, Ryan, Colin and Jeff in the centre of town. They made Jeff pay the fare with Drew's money and then watched the cab disappear into the evening.
          "So where are Drew and Chip?" Jeff asked.
          "Yeah Greg?" Ryan chided.
          "Hey, I chose not to ask at the time as I knew with my mild dementia I'd forget anyway. I'll call them back now," Greg huffed and pulled Jeff's phone from his pocket. He had a brief conversation with Drew and then ended the call.
          "Well?" Jeff asked.
          "The beach," Greg replied. "Drew said he wanted tea, but Chip thought he said sea."
          "When are they going to realise Chip's hearing aid is useless?" Ryan scorned.
          "Same time they realise you're useless," Greg sarced. Ryan lifted his cane and Greg looked at him amused. "You realise if you beat me to death I'll be happy."
          "Damn," Ryan cussed, and took to poking Colin who'd nodded off on a bench.

          It took them a little over an hour to get to the beach, with their shuffling, and Colin trying to escape.
          "Is he ever going to sober up, man?" Greg scorned.
          "I think it might have something to do with his pills as well…forgot to check if they reacted with alcohol," Ryan mused.
          "There they are," Jeff pointed over to a bench under a tree, where the silhouettes of portly Drew and hunched Chip sat.
          "My god you're hard people to find," Greg mused as they four of them finally made it over.
          "About time you guys got here," Drew cussed. "We've been waiting for hours."
          "Well gee, LA isn't exactly just round the corner you ungrateful bastard," Greg hissed.
          "He doesn't like custard," Chip piped up.
          "BASTARD, I CALLED HIM A BASTARD," Greg yelled.
          "I SAID CUSTARD," Chip yelled back.
          "Someone drown him…no one will notice," Greg breathed.
          "So, we've found them…now what?" Jeff asked.
          "Let's go swimming," Colin mused.
          "It’s dark," Jeff countered.
          "And we don't have costumes," Drew added.
          "So, we go naked," Colin mused and began unbuttoning his cardigan.
          "Col, no," Ryan snapped.
          Colin hummed as he began to undress himself. "Oh come on, it'll be a laugh and Greg you might drown."
          "I am not getting naked," Greg spat.
          "I'll do it," Drew perked.
          "You can't see," Ryan said pointedly.
          "I'm sure I can tell if the water goes over my head," Drew sarced. "YOU IN CHIP?" he bellowed.
          "DON'T BE DISGUSTING," Chip yelled back.
          Everyone looked confused for a moment. "SWIMMING, WE'RE GOING SWIMMING," Drew screamed.
          "Oh ok," Chip smiled.
          "I guess it might be fun," Jeff mused.
          "Captain Billy?" Colin asked as he dropped his pants.
          "Spose…I can catch up with my mer-wife Gisele," Ryan grumbled.
          "Yeah, course," Colin replied.
          "I still ain't doing it," Greg huffed.
          "Fine you can look after our stuff," Colin perked, dropped his y-fronts and was off down the beach.

          "Mr Sherwood, Mr Sherwood…MR SHERWOOD!" yelled the doctor.
          "Yes," Brad perked.
          "You don't need to take your underwear off," she breathed.
          "You sure?" Brad queried.
          "Positive," the doctor replied. "Ok, I want to play a little game with you."
          "Ohh," Brad grinned.
          "It’s called word association…I'll say a word and you tell me the first thing that comes into your head," the doctor smiled.
          "Sure, sounds like a hoot," Brad chirped.
          The doctor sat down next to Brad in his cell.
          "Children?" she said
          "Annoying," Brad replied.
          "Clothes?"
          "Naked."
          "Zoo?"
          "Friends."
          "The Ocean?"
          "Captain Billy."
          "Captain Billy?"
          "Insane."
          "Er…Death?"
          "Greg"
          "Greg?"
          "Can't wait to die."
          "Right, Friends?"
          "Bastards."
          "Right…Women?"
          "Naked."
          "Naked?"
          "Good?"
          "Brad…"
          "Tired?"
          "No Brad…"
          "I said tired."
          "Finished."
          "Cake."
          "Cake?"
          "Cream."
          "What? No stop, the game is over now."
          "Why?"
          "Because it is." snapped the doctor.
          "You're mean, it's my birthday and everything," Brad sulked.
          "Yes, well…happy birthday," the doctor mumbled as she hurriedly left his cell.

          "Name?" hissed the officer.
          "Les Miserables," Colin giggled.
          "Ok old man…very funny," scorned the officer. "What about you?"
          "Captain Billy and my mer-wife is going to be furious," Ryan scorned.
          "You?" the officer sighed.
          "Who?" Drew asked.
          "You," the officer spat.
          "Drew Allison Carey." Drew replied.
          "And you?" the officer asked.
          Chip blinked.
          "He's deaf, is name is Charles Esten," Ryan scowled.
          "And the bald guy?" The officer sighed.
          "I'm Jeff and it’s a condition ok, I didn't go bald," Jeff spat.
          "Right, lock them up," the officer ordered once of his officers. "I would have thought a bunch of older citizens like you would know better than to swim naked at night in a public place."
          "You don't know us very well then," Colin mused.
          "This is just great, how are we going to get out?" Drew scorned.
          "Well Greg didn't get arrested," Colin shrugged.
          "Oh yeah, Greg is going to come to our rescue," Ryan sarced.
          "What about Brad?" Drew asked.
          "No he's still in the slammer," Jeff sighed.
          "What?" Drew gasped.
          "Nevermind, there's always Wayne," Colin suggested.
          "Wayne'll be tucked up in bed by now," Ryan hissed.
          "Oh. We're screwed," Drew groaned as he and Chip were placed in one cell, Colin and Jeff in another and Ryan shoved in with a large, tattooed man.