Oh dear, late to the party again! "In comes I" says the tardy Tattie Bogle, then launches into "If it wasnae for your wellies". Old Lady frowns, so TB switches to singing "California Girls". One of the bats has hitched a ride on her shoulder, but soon flies off when he hears the concertina and pipes. Tattie settles down to a very large crumpet drenched in butter, which gives her enough energy to try the Mapouka with African ladies. She then re-arranges all the sunbeds to be exactly 2.0000000000 metres apart, before taking off her wellies and sprawling full length on one.