After many adventures that the author has neglected to describe, Brad came upon Pim and Bim barbecuing sausage. In their lengthy time apart Pim and Bim had grown wiser but not sadder, while Brad had grown sadder but not wiser.
The Well-Dressed Albatross sat up with Brad, entertaining him with anecdotes about his recent stint as Lieutenant Governor of Tasmania. Mr. Starbuck had long since retired to bed with Volume III of Chateaubriand’s memoirs.
Brad found Mr. Starbuck, who’s one modification to Pim and Bim’s house was a Matisse that, in his own words, ‘has been in the family for a while.’ Mr. Starbuck had been working on a poem for days but had become stonewalled after inditing the first line.
Cancelled as a result of a badly expressed idea he’d posted on social media, Brad lost his position as King of England and returned to his old job of looking for a new job.
Meanwhile, back in Mexico, Mr. Starbuck had experienced cash flow problems and the family home had been seized by creditors. Discovering that Pim and Bim were absent from their abode, he had an idea.
When Millicent heard that Brad and Ukifune were now British monarchs she was livid. To end this nonsense she took the first ship leaving Veracruz for Bristol, then continued to London on foot. (Millicent kept her environmental footprint to an aggressive minimum.)
Unfortunately the family had fallen on hard times and Buckingham Palace was sold to a condo developer. So Brad and Ukifune found themselves administering their duties from a laundrette in Hackney.