It was a pleasant, warm June morning in Skegness. The town was bustling with activity, as the forecasted warmth and sunshine enticed people to the seaside town like moths to a particularly nice table lamp. Cars filled the car parks, people flocked from the trains and buses, and soon the town was a flurry of activity. Two of the people who had made the trip were Rachel Jerome and Matilda Massey. They were exceptionally good friends perhaps even better than their more famous sisters. Like so many of the people around that day, they both had come to the coast for the day to make the most of the clement weather, enjoying the soft and salty breeze that was taking the edge off the strong sunshine as they walked around the roundabout, from Lumley Road and towards the pier. Matilda had shoulder-length brunette hair, almost black quite a striking contrast with her alabaster white skin. Her eyes were wide and blue, with finely-trimmed brows. Her nose was petite and had a single silver stud on the right. She had a minimal amount of makeup on, with just a little bit of pink lipstick. A white vest top hugged her curvy body, with her toned legs covered only by a matching skirt and pair of flip-flops. "Are you sure the castle's this way?" she asked.

"Totally sure," said Rachel, looking up from her phone, locking it and putting it in her handbag. "Should be about 15 minutes or so." Rachel's hair was long and wavy, reaching past her shoulders. It was dyed a pretty pastel shade of pink, contrasting her sun-kissed skin and wide green eyes. She had a little bit more make-up than Matilda as well, with cherry red lipstick and black eyeshadow. She might have lacked a piercing on her button nose, but between her pink hair and her matching black Kayotics t-shirt, denim mini shorts and slip-on trainers. "Maybe a bit more though there's so much stuff down this road!"

"You mean bars, right?" Matilda said with a slight smirk.

Rachel shook her head. "I mean the pier, the pleasure beach and some other stuff, but yeah."

"Remind me who drank like four cans of mojito on the train?"

"We were on the train for over two hours, Tilly!" Rachel pouted slightly. As she looked up the road, something caught her eye specifically, one vehicle that had also made the trip to the "Blackpool of the East Coast". It was a van parked at the end of the pier. It was quite an unusual van, for it had been painted in a rather gaudy shade of parakeet green. "Is that a green van?"

Matilda giggled softly to herself. "Sure it's just mojitos that you've been on?"

"No, look," said Rachel as she pointed towards the pier. A camera crew was standing around the van, along with a brunette woman wearing an elegant, flowing orange sundress, white strappy sandals and a pair of black, round-framed sunglasses. A bandana that matched her dress kept her hair from her eyes. She held a microphone in her right hand, with the words "The Muck Truck" imprinted on it in a dark violet shade, above a green splatter design.

"Oh wow, you're right. Looks like there's a camera crew too. Wonder what that's about?"

"Let's check it out!"

Matilda gasped as her pink-haired partner dashed away. "Hey Rach, wait! I'm in flip-flops! I can't run as fast as you!"

Luckily for Matilda, it was only a brief walk from the roundabout to the pier. Even though Rachel had run the distance, she hadn't been much quicker than Matilda. The van was parked a couple of metres from the main road, with its rear doors facing up the pier. Rachel crouched down, poking her head around the front to try and spy on what was going on. As Matilda arrived, Rachel turned to whisper to her. "Looks like it's Suzi Harrison. I wonder what she's doing here."

"Filming a TV show," Matilda answered dryly.

"Well yeah, but what?"

Up the pier, just far enough away that Matilda and Rachel couldn't hear, the cameras had started rolling. "Hi, I'm Suzi Harrison, and I'm here with my new ride: The Muck Truck!" she said into a TV camera. "I'm going to be taking it all across the country, giving members of the public the chance to win some cash if they're lucky, or to just end up very mucky! Let's go and find some contestants."

Matilda shrugged her shoulders. "Looks like she's interviewing members of the public?" she said, watching as the presenter spoke to a short old man walking a bichon-friese. A woman in a pink t-shirt and black shorts was holding a rather large custard pie with a generous amount of topping. The man just shook his head and gave a declining handwave, before going on his way. "Though what's with the pie?"

Suzi turned around and started walking back up the pier, the crowds parting to give her and her crew space to walk. Rachel gasped and stood up. "She's coming this way! What should we do?"

"Well, you wanted to know what she's doing, so" Matilda said, nudging Rachel out of cover. The pink-haired woman almost bumped into the boom operator.

"Oh, here's someone who might be up to play," said Suzi, smiling warmly.

"Play?" Matilda repeated, stepping out from behind the van.

"Oh, there's two of you!" Suzi added. "So, we're here hosting a new show called The Muck Truck," she explained, gesturing to the van. "And here it is!"

A smile crept onto Rachel's face. "So it's some sort of gameshow?"

"Like that Stephen Mulhern th"

"Shush!" Suzi snapped at Matilda. "We do not say his name on my set!"

Matilda raised her hands. "Yikes, sorry! I'll just let you explain!"

"I'll let you off this time. So, what are your names and where are you both from?"

"I'm Rachel, and this is Matilda, but our friends call us Rae and Tilly, and we're from Mudford."

"Nice, Mudford represent!" Suzi laughed. "And how do you two know each other?"

The two girls looked at each other and smiled, blushing a bit. "Well, our sisters are in a band together" Rachel started.

"The one on her top, actually," Matilda interjected.

Rachel nodded her head. "So we met through that, and now we're dating," she said quietly, blushing a bit and looking at Matilda slightly unsurely.

"Y-yeah, we are!" Matilda laughed, blushing a bit.

"Oh, cute! And what brings you to sunny Skeggy today?" asked Suzi.

"This lovely weather of course!" said Rachel.

"So Rae Can I call you Rae? And, would you like to play our game?"

Rachel tilted her head inquisitively. "Maybe. Are there prizes for winning?"

Suzi nodded her head. "If you get a question right, you will not only get one hundred pounds, but you'll also get to hit me in the face with this custard pie!" she said, gesturing to the pie held by her lovely assistant. The assistant was rather tall, wearing a vibrant pink tee with the same Muck Truck logo as on Suzi's microphone. She had long, straight black hair and olive skin, bold brown eyes and a slightly hooked nose. "Of course, if you get it wrong then my lovely assistant Mina here will hit you with it instead!"

"Okay," said Rachel, baring her teeth nervously. She blushed a bit, not entirely sure about what she had just agreed to, but nodding eagerly nevertheless.

"Then come join me around the back of the van," said Suzi, grabbing Rachel's hand. "You too, Tilly." The three women walked through the crowd, to the rear of the van. A section of the pier had been cordoned off to form an impromptu set, with a large television screen on camera left. Above all of it was what could only be described as an oversized white pop-up gazebo. Rachel and Matilda set their belongings down on the ground, underneath the television. "We have our first contestants!" Suzi announced as an audience started to form around the orange plastic barriers separating them from the set. Suzi stood to the right as the audience looked at it, with Rachel in the middle and Matilda on the left. The rear doors of the van were quite prominent in the background, right behind Rachel. A tall, black wheely bin stood behind Matilda, and Mina stood behind Suzi. "So, just to remind you all of the game, Rae here is going to answer a simple trivia question. If she gets it right, she wins a hundred quid and a pie to shove in my face. If she gets it wrong, she gets Mina's pie instead." As Suzi explained it, Mina just looked back at the presenter with a rather concerned look on her face. "Yeah, maybe we should find a better writer for the autocue!" There was some soft laughter from the audience. "But, to play the game, we need a question. That's where you come in, Tilly!"

"Me?" Matilda gasped.

Suzi nodded. "Yes, you. Behind you is the Question Bin. It's full of cards, each one with a quiz question printed on it. All you have to do is reach in and pull one out."

"Oh! Okay then!" said Matilda, turning to face the bin. She lifted the lid and peered in, before looking away in shock. "It's full of gunge!" she said, trying to maintain some form of composure as her heart rate spiked, and all she could do was try and hold back an oncoming fit of giggles.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry that I forgot to mention that!" Suzi smirked. "Though this is the Muck Truck, so you should have expected something!"

Matilda grunted nervously as she lifted the lid again and tightly shut her eyes. She held her right hand hesitantly over the bin, took a deep breath and plunged it into the gunge. As the gunge engulfed her fingers, she let out a scream. "OH, MY GOD! It's so cold and so thick!" she wailed, swimming her hand slowly through the thick, sticky liquid like some sort of slow fish. It didn't take her too long to find something solid in there, which she instinctively grabbed and pulled out. She shivered, partly from the cold and wet feeling all over her now lime green arm, but mostly from the squelchy, sucky noise of her pulling it out of the gunge. Still, she had found a small, laminated card, no bigger than a trading card. "Eurgh, that was disgusting!"

"Dare you to stick your head in it!" Rachel beamed, much to the crowd's amusement.

By some miracle, or possibly just a good coating of hydrophobic spray, the gunge slid off the card and onto the blue tarpaulin on the ground. The same could not be said for Matilda's arm, which despite some of the excess gunk dripping from it, was still coated in a layer of goo. Matilda looked down, feeling quite glad that none of the gunge had dripped down onto her exposed legs or feet. "I think I'll pass, love," she said with a petulant pout.

"Still, you got a card. Care to read it out?"

Matilda nodded. "Which famous television chef hosted the shows Hell's Kitchen, The F Word and Kitchen Nightmares?"

"So, I'm a huge foodie, so this man is my absolute idol: Gordon Ramsay!" Rachel beamed, knowing full well that there was absolutely no chance that she was wrong. Sure enough, a rather cheap-sounding MIDI trumpet fanfare blared from the TV screen, as the word "CORRECT" flashed up in bold green letters.

"Well done Rae, you've won the pie!" said Suzi, as Mina stepped over to hand the prize to Rachel. The host then heaved a sigh, took off her sunglasses, raised her arms to her sides as if nailed to a cross, and shut her eyes. "Go on then enjoy your prize!"

Rachel didn't waste any time in doing so, shoving the pie straight into Suzi's face with some gusto. The thick whipped cream on top was several inches deep and totally covered Suzi's features as it oozed out, over her ears and into her long, brown hair. The clear plastic tray holding the pie gave a great view of the shattering dark cookie base crust and layer of cold yellow custard underneath. Bits of the crust, custard and cream rained down onto Suzi's chest, leaving white, yellow and black streaks all down her dress. As Rachel pulled the plastic away, she revelled in the sight of the presenter trying to lick her lips. Suzi let out a soft, "Mmm," though whether it was approval of the dairy taste or a moan of exasperation, it wasn't clear, but everyone seemed to find it funny nonetheless. "Mina, towel," she added, waving her fingers to try and get some help. The assistant swapped Suzi's sunglasses for a soft pink towel, and Suzi tried her best to clear her face. Even after spending nearly a minute wiping it away, there was still a good layer of pie mush on her face. Still, Suzi could see and she could speak properly, so she continued with the show, passing the towel back to Mina. "At least you made it tasty, Meens," Suzi sighed, before turning back to Rachel. "Well Rae, you won a hundred pounds but, as a great man once said, we don't wanna give you that!"

Rachel's inquisitive look returned. "Oh? Well if you have another pie, I don't want it!"

"Oh no, we're saving those for the other marer, contestants!" said Suzi. "No, you can either take the hundred quid now, or you can play on for two hundred and fifty." The crowd wooed salaciously at the revelation. "But if we're upping the money, I think we should up the mess too. Mina, what have you got?"

Mina stepped back onto the set, holding a stainless steel food container in her arms. It was about ten millimetres deep and looked like it had been taken straight out of some sort of catering station or similar. "So since we're at the seaside, I thought I would get some ice cream, but oh no! It's all melted!" she said, showing the contents to the camera. It was a pale, yellowy off-white. "It's less like vanilla ice cream now and more like a vanilla slime. You can't eat it now, so we might as well throw it away over your head!"

"Vanilla slime? Really? Is that the best name you could come up with?" Suzi sighed and shook her head. "So Rae, whatever happens now, you will be going home with at least one hundred quid. If you play on and get the next question wrong, you'll get covered in Mina's melty muck, but if you get it right, we'll up the prize money to two-fifty, and you'll get to pour it out over Mina the meany instead!"

Mina's jaw dropped. "I'm not a meany! Besides, it's your show, so you should risk it!"

"Well, how about we let Rae decide if she plays on and wins, anyway." Suzi turned to Matilda. "Tilly, what do you think Rae should do?"

"I'd rather not stick my hand back in there, so she should stick with the hundred!"

Suzi then turned to the crowd. "Audience, what should Rae do?"

There was an utter cacophony, but the overwhelming call seemed to be to "PLAY!"

"Sorry Tilly, but your arm can't get much slimier, can it?" Rae grinned. "I'm gonna play on!"

"She's going to play on!" Suzi announced. "Tilly, do your thing!"

Matilda winced as she lifted the lid and plunged her right hand back into the bin, almost seeming to stir the gunge as she rooted around for a second card. At least this time she knew what to expect from the feeling of it, but it still felt rather unpleasant. She wasn't sure if time had made it a little bit warmer, or if she was just used to it having spent several minutes with it coating her hand and forearm. Not that she had long to think about it she very quickly grabbed another card and got out of there. As she shook some of the gunk from her arms, she squealed in shock as some of the gunge splashed on her feet and shins.

"Are you okay, Tilly?" Rachel asked.

Matilda caught her breath. "I'm good."

"Good. What's the question then?" asked Suzi.

"Which Scottish poet inspired the titles of the novels 'Of Mice and Men' and 'Catcher in the Rye'?"

Rachel was a bit shaken by that question. "The only Of Mice and Men I know is the band." She muttered quietly to herself as she pondered it. "Scottish poet Oh!" Suddenly, an answer entered her head. "Robbie Burns?" Rachel was very unsure, and there was quite a bit of tension as she, Matilda, Mina and Suzi all turned to the screen to see if she was right. It took a few seconds, but the result was in. "CORRECT" flashed up again.

"Hey, well done! You've more than doubled your money!" Suzi smiled. "But unfortunately for me, or hopefully Mina, one of us is going to get covered in that melted vanilla ice cream now"

Rachel chuckled. "I think it should be Mina!" she said, winking at the assistant. While Mina handed Suzi the metal container, Rachel slipped her shoes off and passed them to Matilda, who put them to the side of the bin. "Don't wanna get my shoes messy for this next bit!" she said as Suzi handed the container to her. "Ooh, could you give me a hand with this, girls?"

"Anything for you," Matilda laughed as she and Suzi each took a side of the food container. Mina took her place in front of the other three women, frowning with her arms folded indignantly as she knelt with her back to them.

"Sorry, Mina, but you knew this job would be a messy one when you applied!" Suzi laughed, taking note of her assistant's stern expression. "Let her have it in 3 2 1 muck her up!"

Mina shut her eyes tightly as Rachel, Matilda and Suzi tipped the container up. The melted ice cream flowed surprisingly quickly, splashing all over her long, black hair, down the sides of her head and over her shoulders. Some of the splashes caught a fair bit of distance, splattering the three other women's legs and feet a little bit not that they seemed to notice or care in the moment given how much they were enjoying messing up Mina. The now-messy assistant didn't want to give the audience or her gungers the satisfaction of screaming, instead sitting there stoically, yet still rather sardonically, as Suzi tried to guide the pour forward a bit. Matilda and Rachel went with it, utterly coating Mina's face, arms and chest, before letting the last dregs drip all over the back of her head. There was a huge pool on the floor around Mina, and all three of the other women had been splashed quite thoroughly on their feet, ankles and shins. Rachel's jet-black nail varnish was just about visible underneath it all. Mina stood up and tried to wipe her eyes, still pouting, but also laughing a bit a dark, sinister laugh. "Oh, just you wait, Suzi I'll get you back for that!" she said, standing up and heading off-stage.

"Aw, you're a wonderful sport, Meens!" Suzi winked at her, before focusing on the now-barefoot Rachel once again. "So Rae, you're got two-hundred-and-fifty pounds in the bank and you've stayed well, mostly clean!"

Rachel looked down at her feet and laughed. "Yeah, I thought that would happen!" she said, flicking some of the ice cream towards the crowd. "I'm sure it'll wash off, though!"

"It wouldn't be the worst stuff that's gone in the sea lately!" said Suzi, sticking her tongue out at the camera. "Speaking of the worst stuff though, we've got one more mess for you" Suzi stepped up to the van's rear doors and opened them, revealing a simple barstool inside. It too was made of stainless steel, with a black cushion on the round top. "Take a seat, Rae, you've earned it."

"Okay" Rachel was a bit hesitant as she stepped into the van's interior. The seat was lit up with some fairly powerful white lights, and there was a back wall painted a lurid magenta. However, it was far further back than the bulkhead ought to have been in a van as big as the one she was now sitting in. When she looked up, she noticed what looked like a showerhead pointed right at her. She immediately realised exactly where she was and gasped, her toes curling around the cold metal footrest as her heart immediately started pounding the intro to Judas Priest's 'Painkiller'. "Oh my god! This is a gunge tank, isn't it?"

Suzi nodded. "This," she said proudly, "is what we believe might just be the world's first fully functional portable gunge tank, and you have the chance to be the very first person gunged in it!"

Rachel let out a nervous, squealy giggle, her legs shaking intensely, almost like she was stamping on the footrest. "Oh no!" she said, burying her face in her hands.

"Hey, it's okay, you only have the chance. If you play on and get the next question wrong, you'll go back to winning just a hundred pounds, and you'll also end up covered in loads of grotty gunge," said Suzi, trying to affect a bit of a warm tone. "But, if you get it right, then you won't be the first person getting gunged in there I will take your place." Suzi gulped. "And, we'll also double your prize money to five hundred pounds."

"Ooh, that is tempting," Rachel pondered quietly. "Being in here is so nerve-wracking though!"

Suzi nodded. "Yeah, gunge tanks are scary. All that gunge, ready to drop, covering you from head to toe"

"That's not helping!"

"I'll give you a minute to think. First, I'd like to ask Tilly what she thinks Rae should do."

Matilda shook her head. "It's not worth it. We've got a lovely day planned, and I bet Rae would hate to ruin it by getting gunged!"

"Ooh, not a lot of faith from the girlfriend!" Suzi giggled. "What should she do, audience?"

"PLAY!" came the raucous response.

"Well, Tilly's been outvoted by what, two hundred to one or so?" Suzi turned to look at her potential gungee. "It's your call, Rae. What do you want to do?"

Rachel took a deep breath and spoke up. "Whatever happens, I'm going away with more money than I started with, so I'm going to play."

Matilda groaned again. "Rae, I don't want to stick my hand in there again"

"Use your head then! Or your toes or something!" Rachel teased.

"That's even worse!" Despite her protests, Matilda opened the bin up again and shot her already slime-coated hand in, pulling it out quickly to avoid prolonging her misery. She held it tightly, letting the gunge drop from the card and her arm back into the bin, before reading the question. "What was Madonna's first UK top ten single?"

Rachel let out a heavy sigh as she pondered the question. She wasn't a huge Madonna fan, and most of her knowledge of the pop star was from her older metalhead sister who found Madonna's work to be a massive guilty pleasure. So many song titles filled her head. Papa Don't Preach? Frozen? Like A Prayer? Which ones were in the top ten? How old exactly were they? She really wasn't sure. "What happens if I pass?"

"I don't think she did a song called 'Pass' so that would count as being wrong," said Suzi.

"Damn, okay" Rachel strained her brain to settle on an answer, the pressure of the place she was sitting starting to break her. Maybe it was the payload of sludge above her head, or the fact she would lose most of her money if she was wrong, but she just couldn't settle on something.

Then, Rachel remembered something. One time, she remembered her sister, the Kayotics' lead guitarist Becky playing the bass guitar along to 'Into the Groove'. "You know what this is, Rae-Rae?" said Becky, with a playful smile. "Madonna's very first number one. I know she's not very rock, but she is a gay fuckin' icon!"

Back in the present, Rachel snapped out of her thoughts and spoke up. "Into the Groove." Of course, Rachel knew that her memory wouldn't necessarily help with her predicament. The question wasn't about what Madonna's first number one was, it was the first to hit the top ten, and nine other slots would have still made an earlier song the correct answer. Still, it was too late now, as she had given her answer.

"Is the correct answer 'Into the Groove'?" Suzi asked.

Rachel's heart quaked and her legs swung, as she gripped the seat cushion, teeth gritted as she nervously awaited the result. There was no sound from the audience, no sound from Suzi, no sound from Matilda and perhaps most disconcertingly, no sound from the truck. If there was any sound from the rest of the town of Skegness, Rachel had mentally filtered it out, instead hoping, praying on the inside to whichever deity might have given a solitary damn at that very moment that she might have been right. She had heard the cheesy fanfare of a correct answer twice already. It was literally the sound of success, and she was very familiar with it, but it didn't come. It never came. A buzzer, uncannily similar to a very iconic one from another TV gameshow, blared through the area. People gasped, winced in sympathy with her, and a few even rolled their eyes and tutted at her mistake as the inside of the tank suddenly lit up a bold red. On the screen outside, Matilda could only gasp as the word "INCORRECT" flashed up in the same shade of deep red as the gunge tank, along with the correct answer in smaller, white text: "HOLIDAY".

"Oh no! Sorry Rae, but as glad as I am that it's not me, it's time to gunge you!"

"No!" Rachel could only squeal for a brief moment before the red lights switched off and deep blue-violet blacklights switched on instead, immersing Rachel in relative darkness. She closed her eyes tightly as she gripped the cushion tighter than ever, while the cacophony of ringing alarm bells and wailing sirens filled her ears. She shut her mouth, only to stupidly immediately open them as the first load of gunge landed on her scalp, accompanied by her shocked screaming and a loud klaxon, blaring two short blasts and one long one. Some of it flew out, hitting the inner walls of the van and running down them harmlessly. A little bit of the gunge flew out of the tank, pooling on the tarpaulin floor. Most of it oozed over her, seeping through her pretty pink hair and turning it into a cold, sticky lime green. Beneath the blacklight, it seemed to glow as if it was nuclear or something. She shut her mouth before the sludge could enter it, her moans of discomfort turning into a stifled giggle as continued to flow, all down her face and dripping down onto her body. It felt as if it would never end but weirdly enough, she seemed to mind it less and less. Her heart was still racing, and she couldn't help squirming and shivering, but her grip loosened on the cushion. It kept on pouring, cascading down onto her, torrenting onto her chest and covering up the Kayotics logo at the top, along with the pictures of Becky and her bandmates on the front. It even seeped through the neck of the t-shirt, down between her breasts and over her stomach, making the fabric cling tightly and even a little bit revealingly to her body. A load of the gunge pooled in her lap, running over her knees and down her shins. It almost seemed to tickle as it ran between her toes and into the pool on the floor little wonder she couldn't help giggling then! The bits of off-white ice cream were thoroughly covered, mixed in with the rest of the gunge, and her nail polish was totally concealed beneath the glowy green gloop. She tried to shake her hands clean Well, cleaner at least. Enough so that she could displace a bit of the gunge from her eyes, albeit for a second (if that) before more gunge covered them up again. Finally, the last few dregs fell from the top and the blacklight faded away, replaced with the white that had given her a cold welcome before. "Wow," she giggled softly, as everyone took in the sight of the pink-haired sister of a rockstar, utterly unrecognisable under a coating of lurid lime green slime.

"Mina, would you please bring us a towel if you're presentable," Suzi asked, to some laughs after all, she wasn't exactly looking clean and prim now, with her face and body still splattered with the remnants of the earlier pie. Matilda was a bit messy too, with her right arm still thoroughly gunged up. Mina came onto the set with a clean, pink towel. She had also changed her T-shirt to a black one, though it wasn't quite clear to anyone if it was blank or had some sort of design on it. There was little trace of the "vanilla slime" from earlier, though her wet hair was still clearly quite dishevelled. She passed the towel to Rachel, who happily took it and tried to wipe some of the sludge from her face. "Rae, you lost most of your money and you got covered in grotty, glowing gunge. How do you feel?"

"What?" Rachel called out as she tried to wipe her left ear with the towel.

"How do you feel, Rae?" Suzi repeated.

"Uhm" Rachel wasn't sure how to answer it. She had seen people getting gunged on TV shows for as long as she could remember, going all the way back to seeing gruesome grown-ups get cranked up and dunked, or D-list celebrities trying in vain to answer questions without saying yes and no. It was always something she found quite enthralling, and part of her was envious of her sister and their band given that gunge had become a big part of their identity too. Still, as much as she loved seeing it happen to other people, she never wanted it to happen to herself. Well, so she thought anyway. Still, she had to admit to herself that it didn't feel as awful as it might have looked on television, even if the previous glowing did seem a bit concerning. "Gungey! Very gungey!" she laughed incredulously. "And sad that I lost the money."

"Well, if it's any consolation, you still won a hundred quid, and we're also going to send you and Tilly home with exclusive Muck Truck t-shirts," said Suzi, gesturing to Mina. The assistant gave a faux-sultry look into the camera, pointing to her shirt which had a big pink splat in the middle, and the words "I got messy at The Muck Truck" written over it. "Give Rae and Tilly a big hand, since they have been great sports." As the audience gave a cheer and clapped, Suzi turned to a nearby camera and spoke again. "Well, those two should probably go and clean up properly, and you know what I should too before I find my next contestant!"

As the director called for the show to cut, Mina gestured for Matilda to step up to the tank. "Mind giving your girlfriend a hand? It is already slimy, after all."

Rachel grinned as Matilda extended her slimy right arm. "Don't try anything!" Matilda said with a glare.

"I won't, don't worry," said Rachel, grabbing onto Matilda's hand with both of her own as she stepped down from the stool, laughing as her soles slid around on the slimy floor. "You should have a go next!"

"No chance!" scoffed Matilda. "Our day has been sent off-track enough already!"

Rachel stepped out of the tank, with Matilda helping her to the ground. Mina led the two of them down one side of the van, hidden away from the public. "Let's get you two cleaned up a bit, then we'll take your details, give you your prizes and send you on your way."