It was New Year and Lapinette was celebrating her birthday. An unusual flight with Susan the Biplane had been promised - and she decided to accept the offer. They flew high over Rome and descended on Monte Mario to take in the view. But as they approached, strange plants reached out to grasp the undercarriage. With a burst of throttle, Susan shook them off. Lapinette looked back down. "They're like apple blossom. And this isn't spring." Susan wheeled round. "And they're not usually as tenacious. These grip like crocodiles." Lapinette coaxed Susan in the direction of HQ. "Better report in." Susan gave a giggle. "I doubt anyone will be there. I'll bet they're all shopping in the sales." Lapinette laughed. "Including the Wabbit and Wabsworth. They're after another camera lens." Susan responded with a cackle. "Like they need one." The plane shook. "More plants!" yelled Susan. She headed off above the Tiber, figuring they'd be less plants. But the city was alive with apple blossom. It twisted round towers and covered buildings. Tendrils hung from the Colosseum and blossom covered the Circus Maximus. "At least nothing is fruiting." Lapinette's aversion to fruit was well known. "I wouldn't say that!" said Susan. "I can see a giant orange." She veered in the direction of one of the main shopping streets. "It looks clear over there." Lapinette nodded. "Find a place to land." She waited. Then she spotted tendrils making their way across Via Paula bus station. One bus was completely full of plants. "Susan. On the other paw, land anywhere you like!"
