During the week Britannica and Di Bat Pho visit every jewelry store in the local area and Britannica puts his time/space teleportation ability to good use.

He finds a golden ring in the pyramids of the Aztecs… [DBP: Too chunky.]

A ring made of bone in the plains of Kenya… [DBP: Bad karma.]

He searches across North America, Europe, Australia… [DBP: To flash. Too old. Not opal.]

Brit: Have – you – seen – any – rings?

But the native penguins of Antarctica are of no help…

Even in the markets of Saudi Arabia…

Brit: I don’t want a rug… even if it does fly. Have you got any rings?

Stall Owner: Perhaps I could interest Sir in this magic lamp? It comes all the way from Baghdad…

Brit: Is it a ring?

Stall Owner: No, but…

Brit: Then Sir would not be interested! [and teleports away]

Stall Owner: [rubbing the lamp] These westerners are crazy.

Genie from the magic lamp: You can say that again…

The week passes and Britannica has had no success. It is time for he and Di Bat Pho to leave for Australia. The combined memberships of the JLR and JLR - (T)ASK Force come to farewell their friends. Even Larry, the ex-con parolee gardener stops work to farewell the couple.

As Phil loads the Di Bat Xe Motor onto the back of the ute, Britannica and Di Bat Pho finalise plans with the Team.

Brit: OK CJ, Wednesday. We’ll see you both in Sydney next month.

Wed: Sure thing, bud.

CJ: Looking forward to it.

DBP: As are we. Thank you Jaclyn for all your help.

CJ: Hey. Us girls have to stick together you know…

The two heroines of the JLR hug.

Phil: Oi! You two. Ready to go?

Everyone makes they’re final farewells. Even the animals of JLR – (T)ASK Force look sad to see Blue leave.

Di Bat Pho and Britannica climb into the back seat (mainly because Blue is already sitting in the front passenger seat). Everyone waves as Phil pulls out of the driveway…

Brit: Thanks for the lift Phil, but I could have teleported us to the Database. Or used the bathroom sink cupboard…

Phil: Yeah, I know. But you know I prefer to drive. Besides, how would’ve ya gotten those dozen crates of books we’re carting back with ya?

Brit: That’s true… Um… Phil…

Phil: Oh. Right!

Skreeeeech

Phil: Heh. Sorry ‘bout that.

To be continued…