<wonders if shirt goes with the eye patch and dinghy>

<uses crane to lift teddy bear out of CR's luggage>

<snores through commotion since head is so beautifully pillowed by a handy Income Tax Assessment Act vol 1>

<Is outraged that CR managed to get so much luggage through Treehouse customs. Despite sizeable bribe and much intense negotiation have been managing entire time in Treehouse with just one change of underwear and some bunting.>
<Waits till CR is looking the other way and checks his luggage for anything useful. Opens exciting looking box labeled "Disguise: Tax Inspector".>
<Changes behind Ambush and waits for Bibwit to wake.>

<arranges bunting around ambush>

<puts up flyers for "treehouse freight services">

<goes into the woods to check on magical wardrobe>

<crochets a warm throw to put over BibwitHart, wonders if her ability to snooze through anything makes us relatives>

<checks prices on TreeHouse Freight Services, chokes, does not cry "highway robbery" for fear of glares from others (and waking BwH)>

<writes another letter to Mom asking for clean clothes and some chocolate>

<rummages in CR's luggage and finds neato comfy houseshoes, and a pirate hat>

<tosses flower patterned pirate hat to Egon>

<Wonders why CR's "Tax Inspector" has very large "Customs Inspector" badge sewn to the front of it.>
<Suddenly realizes that CR's embarrassment of luggage has just been satisfactorily explained.>
<considers dobbing CR in to the relevant authorities before remembering that there probably aren't any.>
<Has much better idea and heads off to railway station to await first shipment from newly formed "Treehouse Freight Service.>

<dons hat and goes off in search of threads to resurrect>

< Watches with interest to see which houses Vm hoes first.>

<declares teaspoon amnesty>

<loudly wonders which Treehouse stirrers are concealing illicit teaspoons>

<guiltily looks away from own backpack in corner of room>

<remembers he has no authority whatsoever>

<declares teaspoon amnesia instead>

<returns ith basket of tablespoons>

<looks around for the Thread-omancer>

<Hands spoon-basket to ES>

<resents new title>

<melts spoons into a precious ring>

<recovers title, and hands back to ES>

<admires giant old style ring-pull>

<notices some resentment and tension in the air, makes an assortment of desserts to distract everyone>

<arranges cookies, brownies, lemon squares, and coffee cake on plate, places on table>

<looks for napkins and little plates. gives up. hopes everyone has sleeves to wipe hands and faces with.>

<at the sight of sweet things rushes off to prepare tea & coffee>

<returns with trolley bearing two samovars>

<notes second samovar is a disguised Samwise Gamgee, muttering something about precious annular teaspoons>

<replaces cork in wine bottle and looks for tea.>

<is mystified>

<wipes glass>

<is demistified>

<Wishes ES's teaspoon amnesia didn't mean that he stirs everybody's tea with his finger.>
<Decides not to take sugar.>
<Wonders if anybody else has notice that Mr Gamgee appears to be planting tree seeds.>
<Compliments VM on wonderful coffee cake, using the medium of dance.>

<applauds Geg's performance>

<hands over a cup of tea and two batons with swirly ribbons attached>