The townsfolk of Pickleberry poured from the community hall like hot scrambled eggs from a Tupperware container. Mr Cummings stumbled over the gutter then hopped towards the town’s lemon cream pie monument. The bikey cracked his fists against his palms right behind him, and back at the hall another of Don’s ribs went ‘crack!’. Judy hobbled towards a parked mobility scooter, switched the key and took off after the Bikey. She passed Earl in the street, who then flung himself on the back and began whipping Mrs Moo’s tail like a jockey with a whip, go Judy ‘ole girl.