Lucan and I waited for Mail plane, but Chiles became angry at us for not helping. So we chipped in a bitand built some goalposts and got some old fishing net lying about.
Heard drone of aero engines and me and 'Lucky' ran out of the stadium to attact plane but they din't see us. Our only means of escape going, going, almost gone!
A huge explosion happened when Chiles's Vatican City Guard Chainsaw (which we were cutting the goalposts with) backfired and burst into flames. That was lucky I said. Lucan said these coincidences always happen when I'm around.
I've never seen Chiles so mad! Fortunately the plane turned around and came in to land...