'Take us to the beach!' shouts Victoria Stitch as holding tightly on to the flying carpet as it streaks through the air.
They land with a bump. Victoria Stitch hops off and prances across the sand, kicking it up with her feet. Then she takes off her dress and tights and puts on a swimming costume and suncream instead.
Victoria Stitch gets out her skull and crossbones bucket and spade and begins to dig. She practices by making a little castle first.
Pink Rabbit sleeps.
Poor Victoria Stitch. Her wings are not made for intensive flying and by the time she arrives back at the hotel cross, worried and Pink Rabbit-less, she is exhausted.
But then, on the bed, scoffing turkish delight and watching the music channel, are Pink Rabbit and the flying carpet looking smug and non-plussed to see her.