Yo-yo's time-car lands in the Ouse.
''I just hope the defence can hold it together this season,'' putters the pipe.
''Aye,'' says Katze. ''Need to concede fewer goals if we're going to mount a serious promotion challenge.''
The Time-Car of Death passes over their heads.
OHHHHHHHHH! cries Sigurd the Skull-Splitter.
WOOOOOOOOO! cries Death.
The time-car seems to hang in the air for a moment.
''I always loved you.'' Death pats Sigurd's hand.
''Thank you,'' says Sigurd.
The time-car drops like a concrete caravan into the river.
Martin Mizzenmast, tied to a ducking stool, glances up from under his sopping wet fringe. His teachers cheer and duck him again. As he passes under water, he sees Death and Sigurd in their time-car looking surprised and somewhat concerned. They are holding hands. Martin thinks they make a sweet couple as he tries not to choke from the river-water pouring up his nose.
Weed: Here he comes again, little freaker.
Stone: Ha ha. Tickle his nose, Weed, make him sneeze.
Weed: Ha ha. Keep your knickers on next time, you pervert, ha ha.
Martin: But it wasn't me…
Stone: Papers say it was, an; that’s good enough for me.
Weed: Aye. You sayin' the papers got it wrong? They hacked your phone. They must be right.
Stone: Hang about, Weed. Who's this?
Weed: That be that there Death coming down to our riverbed, Stone.
Stone: Aye. Ugly looking bastard, ain't he, Weed?
Weed: Aye. reckon I've got a score or two to settle with him.
Stone: Reckon I do too. Shall we get him?
Weed: Aye.
The Weed and the Stone seize Death by the robes.
''Get off!'' yells Death. ''Leave me alone.''
''You're joking, you bastard,'' scowls a very large trout. ''You fixed my cousin Barry Bream to some fisherman's hook. You're fish-food, mate.''
Death screams as a bunch of fish, stones and weeds pull him down to the river-bed. Martin Mizzenmast sweeps back through the water. His teachers cheer and duck him again.
Then Yo-yo's head breaks the surface.
''TO THE CIRCUS!'' he cries, and flies up on to the bridge.