Lapinette was tasked with finding a solution to the plant problem and she knew she might find it here. It wasn't far and even though evening had come round again, she and Susan looked carefully at all the shops. She knew there was a plant shop here, she'd seen it. But where was it? "Keep looking Susan!" Susan dipped her wings and executed a loop the loop. "Steady on there, Susan," squealed Lapinette, "I nearly lost the radio." Susan banked. "I think I see the shop on the other side of the road." Susan swept up and down. "Does it have stacks of cat grass in front." Lapinette clung on tight. "That's the one!" Susan hung on a wing tip. "Not much parking." Lapinette's teeth were chattering. "Just land. People will get out the way." Susan dodged into the central reservation, causing a bus and two taxis to swerve. Several police cars escorting a minor politician took off in fright towards the airport. "Looks like they built this for us," laughed Susan, "But won't we get a ticket?" Lapinette bounded towards Mr Singh's plant emporium. She yelled back. "Don't worry, no-one cares!" Susan tilted onto one wing to allow a screeching ambulance space to pass. It wailed on its way. She heard Lapinette explaining the dilemma to Mr Singh and watched her transport a series of succulents and cactuses on board. "Take off Susan," yelled Lapinette, "before these plants molest me." Susan flew towards the Vatican. "Are they giving you the needle?"
