Fiona and Margaret had already begun cleaning up the sick whilst Anne-marie was trying to sort the cat's litter tray when Dawn came back into the sitting room again. She had dribbled sick all down her Bon Jovi t-shirt and there was a piece of carrot stuck to the wart on her chin.

"I'm going to be sick again, neh neh" sang Dawn.

"Maybe you should stay in the bathroom, just in case" said Emma trying to be helpful.

"Why the carpet's ruined now anyway, ha, ha."

Dawn's cheeks wobbled like jelly and the lice in her hair jumped out in disgust.

The cat walked through, bewildered at the state of her litter tray, and Dawn immediately threw up all over her.

Just then, Laura and Julia came downstairs from where they'd been watching Top of the Pops 2. They saw the sick on the carpet and the cat and were horrified.

"Right, that's it Dawn, we heard what you said, I think you should leave now" said Julia, calm but firmly.

Dawn threw herself on the floor, just missing the cat, and began crying. It was indeed a disgusting sight, not for the faint hearted.

"Dawn will you just go" said Laura, but she was now moaning something about her mum and how everybody thought she was brave.

Everybody laughed at her.

Laura grabbed Dawn's bag and Julia got her jacket. They threw her things out the door. She still wouldn't go until Fiona found a cake and threw it out too. Dawn saw it and ran out. Margaret took the opportunity to slam the door shut before she got back in

Dawn was fuming, she rammed herself against the door. It shuddered but did not give way because it was reinforced stainless steel, strong enough to take even the biggest of batterings.

Dawn did not give up easily, but when she did the guests were able to leave safely. Julia and Laura went over to Spuggy's, the drummer for Fly Spray, where they were having a "party". Their bassist, Michael, was working out, to the nearest ml, how much they were each allowed to drink. Fortunately, Dave, not a member of Fly Spray, was also there. He went straight over and took three cans, one for him and one each for Laura and Julia. Fly Spray were so upset, they could not continue their calculations and instead got out their pocket scales to weigh out their hash.

Julia and Laura went through to the other room and Dave sang Beatles' songs to them very loudly, whilst doing his Jarvis Cocker pose.

Spuggy came through to tell them that they were going out to the shed to play some songs.

"Oh god, we've got to stop them" screamed Julia and Laura. They ran out, leaving Dave behind still singing.

"I am the egg man, we are the egg men"

"I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob"

Spuggy was a bit in front when Laura spotted a police car driving past at the end of the garden.

"Look Spuggy, the police" said Laura, half joking in the hope he would crap his pants and wouldn't be able to sit down to play.

The police car stopped and Spuggy ran towards the shed. Julia and Laura went the other way and hid behind a leaf then moved behind the greenhouse as a police woman ran across the grass.

"Feds!" screamed Spuggy and the rest of the blokes screamed too, turned the light off and ran out of the shed.

"Bit suss isn't this boys" said the policewoman.

Fly spray looked about them for somewhere to run but it was too late.

"Are you all over eighteen?"

"Yes" said Fly Spray.

"All of you?" said the policewoman disbelievingly"

"Oh, except me" said Nigel Weight-on-the-chest.

"Me too" said Ross (the only nice one).

"Oh, I'm not either" said Spuggy.

"And me, I love Sonya" said Michael.

"Neither am I" sobbed Douglas, their groupie, into his snotty hanky.

"So you're the only one over eighteen" then policewoman said to Bruce-the-lanky-git.

"Yes" he said.

She looked around at the eighty-two and a third empty vodka bottles and said in a rather sarcastic tone, "So you drank all these yourself?"

"Yes" said Bruce.

She laughed and thought `and he's still standing mmm'.

"I think you should come with me and get your stomach pumped, you must be in a dangerous state" she grinned evilly.

"Nooooooo" screamed Bruce and started to weep dramatically.

"Nooooooo, you can't take my friend away" Douglas sobbed even more and blew his nose again.

"Okay, but let this be a warning to you boys" said the policewoman and she walked off, sniggering at the stupidity of Fly Spray.

Once she was in the car, Douglas and Bruce ran off crying to hide their hash under a stone.

Meanwhile, Laura and Julia, who had been watching the events from a bench in the middle of the grass, got up and strolled over to the shed. Before Fly Spray realised what had happened to them, Laura and Julia hid all their equipment, including the drums. They had saved the day again and even though Fly Spray spent the whole week boasting to their friends that they'd been arrested, handcuffed and had to go to court, at least they hadn't played.

THE END.

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