The message made no sense at all and Colpet ended transmission before they could question her.  Even the chocolate couldn't inspire them to dream up a believable answer. 

'You know what?' mumbled Caroline with her mouth full. 'I never would have thought it possible but eating nothing but chocolate for three days straight is making me feel just a little bit sick.'

'You're not well?' asked Helen discreetly pocketing some chocolates to eat later.

'It's not that,' continued Caroline.  'It's just that I'm thinking I'd really like an apple or some bread and butter for a change.'

Trav put her hand on Caroline's forehead. 'Must be altitude sickness, she doesn't have a fever.'

'Next piece of broccoli we come to is yours - promise,' said Helen peering out of the window.  'This mid-air rendevous we're supposed to accomplish with a plane - it sounds awfully tricky.  Anyone got any ideas yet?'  Just then an enormous crash reverberated through the little yellow flying house....

 'Ah, I think that's my ride,' said Trav casually.  'Hope he brought a spare set of goggles.'

"Holy Crap!" Helen cried, "There's no friggin way Im getting on that thing!" She marched to the other side of the room crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

 Caroline and Trav just looked at each other and rolled their eyes. They were used to Helen's little tantrums when she had to do something she didnt want to. She was a good agent but could be a real handful sometimes.

 "Lets see if we can get a message to the hovercraft" sighed Traveller, "it would definately be a more comfortable fit for us all, especially since your not feeling well Caroline."

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Back at global security central, Colpet struggled to regain control of her faculties following a sudden bout of dimentia resulting from a spiked cup of Earl Grey while an army of agents swept HQ in search of the culprit. 

Fortunately, Lady K and her senior staff had avoided the tainted brew - which apparently originated in the regular staff kitchen. 

"Confiscate all tea pots and find that infiltrator," the Director barked as she took command of the communications network. 

"Ye ma'am," Captain of the Guard, CrisGer smartly replied. "A total lockdown and full facility sweep are already underway." 

Meanwhile, the SoS was busy signalling an emergency hovercraft to evacuate from the little, flying, yellow house and implement Plan B. 

"SOS...  SOS... this is the SoS calling hovercraft one... come back," Traveller repeated into the microphone.   

"Whoa, that sounds confusing," a woozy Caroline observed. "Maybe we should change our handle in this case." 

"Good idea," Traveller agreed.  "SOS...  SOS... this is Cloudbase Yellow House calling hovercraft one... come back."  

As her two cohorts arranged for a new ride, Helen packed their mission gear - including ample rations of semi-sweet dark and rich, creamy milk chocolate confections. 

"Ready to debark," she reported just as the hovercraft arrived... 

Reversing course Chang directed the hovercraft towards the faint beacon of Helen's transmission. "With any luck we can pick the three of them up off the beach - there're not far from the Toasted Coconut where we left everyone...."

"Toasted Coconut?! " Tincup was very drunk but somehow still altert - "where's Pixel Girl?, where am I?" he said as he dropped an empty bottle of champaign on the saloon floor.

Chang knew this was not the time to level with Tincup - "Don't worry boss - Pixel Girl was the last of your problems - we gotta pick up the girls off the beach - and they will need chocolate when on board!" This is war! 

. 

SirDave and Jen were nowhere in sight, but Tincup noticed a trail of beach attire strewn haphazardly across the saloon floor in the direction of a private nude beach just outside. 

"Looks like we weren't the only ones celebrating the defeat of that monstrosity," he quipped as Chang lifted another crate of chocolate bars onto a dolly and headed for the dock. 

Just down the road at the Toasted Coconut, SirDave and his lady love were also recovering from a night of wild debauchery. 

"Ouch... my head," Jen exclaimed with a wince. "What the heck was in those flaming shooters?" 

"Just the usual," SirDave replied. "151 rum,  champagne and Bobo's special-reserve tequila mixer. That stuff is lightning in a bottle, my dear."   

Overhead, the telltale whirring of an emergency evac hovercraft grew louder as the SoS neared port. 

"Sounds like our reinforcements have arrived," he supposed. "Let's get dressed and head up the beach to meet them.