In which Oscar gets improved pantaloons, a shiny key and something nice to put on his mantelpiece.

In which Oscar abandons pudding altogether when dinner degrades into the sort of food fight that warrants ring-side tickets.

In which several things go wrong at the same time, resulting in the sort of chaos that even chaos is confused by.

In which Oscar gate-crashes a dinner party after treading in something wet and nasty, only to find its cabaret leaves so much to be desired that it borders on greed.

In which Oscar decides he's had enough and wants to go home, but doesn't because he's in an even worse state than his suitcases and has fewer handles.

In which Oscar waits for a lift to go ping, before staring at a pile of evicted beds on the pavement outside his bedroom window.

In which Oscar manages to recite some poetry while being assaulted by his own clothing.

In which Oscar gets indignant after being tied to a chair, which result in his temper becoming so short that it's debatable whether he had one to begin with.

In which Oscar stands on a roof after attending a dinner party, before seeing something lumpy in the water that's unrelated to either.

In which Oscar discovers the hotel's dining resembles an inverted latrine, before meeting a concierge who's convinced it's a brilliant marketing opportunity.