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The third and FINAL part

The petite female police officer roughly pulled up Billy by his handcuffs and with an evil grin on her face laughed at Billy

"Billy Binman you are hereby charged with..."

Before the petite female police officer could finish her sentence she was cut off by the sounds of blaring sirens coming from a van that had careered round the corner at high speed on two wheels and was rapidly converging on Billy, Colin and the petite female police officer!

The petite female police officer let go of Billy who unable to stop himself from falling due to his handcuffed wrists headbutted the kerb with a dull thud.

"For fluffs sake hen!" groaned Billy through a mouthful of tarmac.

Meanwhile the large blue van with black go faster stripes had screeched to a halt.

"Aww hell no" muttered the petite female police officer under her breath.

Dressed in his Sunday Best out of the van emerged a tall dark haired man.

"Six foot two, eyes of blue, Ivor McGotewe is after you" said the petite female police officer to Billy Binman.

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Quents was sat in the cab of The Troubleshooters bin lorry sipping his second cup of tea. All this excitement had made him hungry again, and he opened up his lunch box.

Mrs Quents had put two brown paper bags in it. There was also a wee handwritten note.

Dear Quents.
You need to become more exotic. I have packed you two special dishes that Mrs Binman taught me to make!
I hope you enjoy them cupcake 💙

"Fluff me!" exclaimed Quents and opening up the first bag, he whistled out loud.

"I fluffing knew it, afluffingakara! Who eats a bean cake at seven in the bloody morning!"

Quents bit into the Akara and was actually pleasantly surprised at how tasty the Nigerian delicacy was.

Game on he thought and opened up the second wee bag and pulled out a funny looking sandwich.

He had forgotten what Billy had called it. Thoughtful Mrs Quent had put another little note in the bag.

I knew you would forget the name, this is a Venezuelan Arepa and it has been made with love, enjoy it cupcake 💙
PS See you very soon

Quents bit into the Roast Beef Arepa and licked his lips, this is flipping delicious.

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Across the street at number 42 Trouble Terrace the bloated purple-haired woman that is Theresa Trouble had come waddling out of her house with Fifi the chihuahua dog trailing behind her.

She banged on the bin lorry window, indicating to Quents to wind the window down.

"See youse are all going down for murder, I phoned the filth, you are all fluffed, the Terrace belongs to me now." Theresa Trouble shrieked like a wailing banshee into Quents' face.

Quents merely flipped her off and wound the window back up.

Meanwhile on the radio The Lunatics Have Taken Over The Asylum by FunBoy Three had started to play.

"Go on, get back to your asylum" mouthed Quents through the glass to Theresa Trouble.

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Ivor McGotewe had walked up to the petite female police officer.

"I hear something is afoot in the bin,man."

"I have done nothing" protested Billy.

"Who are you?" queried Ivor McGotewe to Billy.

"This is the binman Billy Binman and I am about to charge him with murder SIR!" said the petite female police officer rather too excitedly.

"Ach had away and shite" coughed Colin in the direction of the police officers.

The normally unflappable happy-go-lucky Billy Binman the seventh was at a total loss for words. He just sat there, his life flashing before his eyes, feeling very sorry for himself.

His melancholy was interrupted by a banging noise coming from the bin.

"WHAT THE FLUFF!" cried Colin, Ivor McGotewe and the petite female police officer in unison.

The bin with the foot hanging from it was wobbling and swaying to and fro.

Billy had looked up perpelexed when suddenly the bin toppled over. The lid swung open, the fully dressed mannequin foot dropped to the ground and out strolled a black and white cat!

Everyone was bewildered and the sounds of several front doors opening could be heard.

All of a sudden the back doors of the van burst open which was the cue for Quents and Theresa to immediately run towards the van.

Out jumped several people from the van led by Mrs Quents and Mrs Binman.

SURPRISE!!!

The whole street erupted into song with the house occupants banging pots and pans whilst singing:

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Billy Binman _{the seventh}, happy birthday to you."

The petite female police officer who was actually Cassandra the out of work actress unfastened Billy the Binman's wrists.

"I am so sorry you fell, I got carried away Billy, here let me clean you up." said Cassandra as she wiped the blood of Billy's face.

Battered and bruised Billy was beaming from ear to ear.

"Oh you shower of bawbags, mark my words I will get you all back!"

THE END

Part 1 Billy the Binman
Part 2 Billy the Binman in Trouble at the Terrace