Bling Bling We Own Brisvegas

So we made it back to the Tree House. Obviously all of the law enforcement officers had heard what we had done and we're letting us go home through the city without any issues.

Princess took the Panzer straight over the bridge, up Turbot Street, through Wickham Terrace and past Silverton Place. I was thinking we probably all needed to drop in and see a psychiatrist at Silverton Place but we were too tired to be sensible. We'd release later when we could.

I was dripping wet and had to get the lightsaber home for Lamb to fix. Shit, lightsaber health is more important than mental health surely.

Princess Leah was obviously upset even though she looked cool. We needed to talk.

Duke and Princess Leah helped Lamb get out of her outfit.

I put Ben Lee on the stereo and went straight to the fridge. I needed a big G and T. I'd get the others a drink later.

The Telegraph Cucumber started ringing and I let it ring out. It rang again three times before I picked up.

"Yes?" I said, exhausted.

"Campbell Newman wants to give you the key to the city as we are on every news network in the world tonight" screamed Bella.

Campbell Newman is the liberal Mayor of Brisvegas.

Apparently a ticker tape parade was organised for two days time. This was exactly the publicity the Tree House didn't need.

Just as I sat back and started thinking about all of this Ben started singing "There are no right angles in my life". I knew exactly what he was on about.

Princess Leah came out and jumped into my hammock. We had a big cuddle and talked about life and shit. Because sometimes that is what life is seemingly- shit. I know I shouldn't start a sentence with "Because" but I am way too tired to be pharked.

Dukie and Lamb had a shower and came out and saw us. We all lay there and discussed how we'd get to this ceremony and even if we'd go. Lamb decided that we'd go. As the queen of "wog bling" she wanted a big key to put on her neck. Well if we got one thing out of it, more "bling" for Lamb was a genuine motive.

I didn't know how we'd get there and back incognito. We certainly couldn't take the Postie Van as we'd give away who we are and people would probably start asking questions as to how we got it.

Dukie must have known what I was thinking and she looked at me and said " we have one day Lukie to get us some new transport to this parade- leave it to Princess Leah and I".

Dukie you are our "bling". Except real diamonds and gold.

Lamb started pulling the lightsaber apart to help it dry.

"You did a good thing today Lukie" said Lamb. The others concurred.

It's a team effort. "How about them Bronco's?" I said as if trying to make light of what I'd done. It wasn't like I'd really contributed before on the battlefield. Living in my own head was my specialty.

We had four hammocks lined up on the deck of the Tree House and we all slept like never before. Tomorrow would be another day and undoubtedly we'd be stronger and more committed to each other after it.

It is just what happens at the Tree House.

Goodnight girls. Sweet dreams.