Betty was in a reflective mood throughout the drive home. Beeny pulled up outside the house. 'I won't be long - I'm going to get some fags'.

'Funny you're not too tired for that', Betty thought but she said nothing and went into the house. By the time Beeny had got to the end of the street though, Super Nooooooooooooooodles was hot on her tail, fleeting quickly between lampposts as she zoomed at super speed after Beeny. Ten minutes later, Beeny pulled up outside Waldi's, much to Betty's disappointment. Her super sense of smell had allowed her to deduce that the lavender scent of the note delivered to the bandroom had been used to mask the reeky stench of woodbines and she had also detected the faint but gorgeous aroma of a noodle snack. This letter must surely have been written from inside her own home, where both smells were in such abundance! But no - Beeny had indeed gone to the local supermarket and Betty was now just a little perplexed by the whole thing. She abandoned the guise of her alter ego and made her way into the store.