A Royal Night Out Page #3

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We can see the door from here.

Hmm?

- Going up?

- Wait. Wait for me.

It's VE night.

Woo-hoo!

Fine.

Oh, it's all right.

Nobody gives a monkey's what I do.

Excuse me.

- Oh.

- I say...

Things are looking up. Come on, poppet.

Oh.

Our polo ponies are the talk of the north,

as I'm sure you will see.

Maybe you'll even ride one of them.

Lady MacCloud, Margaret and I would love...

She must meet my grand-nephew.

He's heir to that part

of Scotland you aren't.

Splendid idea. I'll tell her. Excuse me.

Captain.

Whoa!

Oh!

Hmm.

Stop. Excuse me.

Well, you look marvellous, darling.

Well, yes, I know, but...

I know somewhere

much more exciting. Come with me.

Margaret!

Excuse me.

Oh!

Oh...

- Margaret.

- Oh, just popping down for some air.

One, two,

then I like to throw in a twirl...

- And then one, two, the other way...

- Wait for me!

And then I'll go so...

Margaret!

Oh...

I want to dance all night long.

- Margaret, wait!

- Follow me.

Let's hop on the bus.

Oh!

No!

- Out of the way!

- Ah!

Sorry.

A bus. Excellent.

If you'll be so good, please,

to follow that other bus.

- Hop on!

- Oh.

Shall we move to somewhere

more comfortable, sir?

I can imagine nothing

that will break my sacred trust.

Nothing, sir?

Nothing?

Excuse me. Would you mind?

So kind.

Margaret!

Margaret! Get off the bus, Margaret!

Where is your bus going?

Trafalgar Square!

God!

No! Margaret!

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

When the bus stops, you get off...

Ritz, you got on, wasn't it, dear?

Tuppence, dear.

Sorry. I don't have any money.

Well, you'd better get off, then.

You're making her pay tonight?

There is a war on, you know,

in the Far East.

No money. Who do you think you are?

Come on,

little miss toffee nose, off you go.

I've got it.

Allow me.

Any more fares? No reduction for VE Day.

Only passengers with money allowed.

Thank you. It was very kind of you.

Hmm.

Oh, Margaret.

Oh!

Wait. Wait. Hang on a minute.

Miss.

Your bag.

How do I stop the bus?

- Push that.

- This...

For future reference,

that's not how you get off the bus.

You could hurt somebody.

- Oh, no!

- And your heel's bust.

- Oh!

- Come on.

Ow.

Hurt your hand?

Here.

You're touching me.

Don't worry. My spit's very hygienic.

No, don't.

Quite enough. Thank you very much.

- Show us your papers.

- Come on. It's VE night.

- Let's see 'em.

- Leave him alone.

Well, you'd better

get yourself cleaned up, then.

- Where do I do that?

- This way.

- Papers.

- You must be joking.

Calm down, love.

Come on, let's go down

the Rose and Crown.

- Let's go down to Piccadilly.

- Bloody Red Caps.

Ever so sorry.

I don't know what's come over me.

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