Meanwhile at Lucinda's house the phone rings. Riffy is all alone as Mummy-Lucinda is slowly barbecuing in the anaesthetic office.
"Hello," Riffy squeaks. He is nervous and doesn't like answering the phone.
"Riff Raff, dear boy." It's Uncle-Tonic.
"Tonic!" Riffy wheeks happily.
"Now, Riff Raff .."
"Riffy," Riffy corrects him gently.
"Whatever." Tonic hiccips and Riffy suspects he's been on the port again. "I am a little worried about young Guinea, you know. have you heard from your two?"
"No," says Riffy. "I don't think it's allowed."
"I was thinking," Tonic continues, "that perhaps we should take a trip to that house and see if we can find out what's going on. What do you say?"
"We won't be allowed in."
"I just want to have a look round outside. Guinea's never been away from home before. I worry. It's an old man thing, you know. Can't help it. I've brought him up like my own son."
"Well," Actually Riffy would quite like to see the house from the outside.
"I've got the Jag out the garage," Tonic goes on. "I can be at yours in an hour."
"Ok" says Riffy. He hangs up, then writes a note for his mummy.