April, 1998, Melbourne, Australia. Two days after the events in the interrupted making of cheese on a biscuit...

It was Belinda's fifteenth birthday and she was spending the day with Taylor while the rest of the family were floating in gondolas down the Yarra River. Bel and Tay were going to the beach and then back to Bel's house for a family barbecue. They reached the beach on sat on their towels. Belinda's towel said, "The Gorgeous Woman Who Owns This Towel Will Be Back Shortly" and Tay's proclaimed, "I Am Big And I Don't Mean Shoes!". Belinda thought it was very classy.
Bel had found out something new that morning and began to tell Tay about it. She sat closer to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Tay, there's something I have to tell you."
"What is it, Bel?"
"Well..."
"Come on, tell me," he said playfully, scratching his armpit.
"I'm a witch.'
"WHAT?!!!" screamed Taylor, bursting into hysterical laughter.
Belinda's face remained serious. "It's true," she said, as Taylor continued to giggle. "Look, Tay. I know it seems strange, but it's true. I really am a witch."
Taylor began to regain control of his bodily functions. "Are you trying to tell me you're a... witch?" He said the word hesitantly.
She looked at her hands. "That's the good news."
"If that's the good news then what's the bad news?" Tay asked unsurely.
"I have to go to the other realm," Bel said despondently.
"When?" he asked, his voice ripped with pain.
"Midnight tonight," she said as she buried her face in her hands.
He put his arms around her and asked, "Where is it?"
"In my toaster."
"You mean the one Ike..."
"Yes."
"That's horrible. It's probably all covered in hair and slime and stuff."
"I know. You'd better not come visit me. You might be permanently harmed. It's gonna be bad enough for me, but at least I'll have magical protection."
"Couldn't you give some of your magical protection to me?" Tay asked.
"Sorry," said Bel. "Only girls can be witches. We'd have to castrate you."
Taylor winced and grabbed himself. Bel looked away.
"Will I ever see you again?" asked Tay.
"Not for thirteen years, while I'm training to be a good witch," she replied.
"But... There must be something we can do!" Tay exclaimed.
"There's nothing," Belinda sobbed.

Meanwhile...
Walker, Diana, Isaac, Zac, Jessica, Avery, Mackenzie and Zoe were enjoying a lovely gondola trip down the scenic Yarra river, which runs through the heart of Melbourne. Because the Yarra is so full of rubbish it's the only river in the world with the reputation of you being able to walk across it, the guy poling the gondola along was having a rather hard time dragging them all through the sludge. It didn't help that the group was so large they'd had to hire the largest gondola available. They all watched as half a camel's leg floated sluggishly past.
Walker had thoughtfully brought along the family angling equipment with the idea of teaching his eldest son to fish. Unfortunately, Isaac wasn't at all interested in seafood, but what he was interested in were the rods. In a worshipful half-trance, Ike grabbed the longest rod, a green one, and wandered off the side of the boat. He waded through the sludge to the shore and disappeared behind a clump of bushes. The rest of the family didn't mind; they could pick him up on the way back. Plus, it wasn't imperative to know what Isaac was doing with that rod, in fact, it was necessary not to know in order to keep their sanity.
To distract her father from going after Ike, little Avery picked up a short red fishing rod. "How do I catch a fish, Daddy?" she asked, adorably batting her eyelashes at Walker.
Two hours later, Walker was still lecturing Avie on the safety precautions necessary when one was learning to fish. He didn't seem to notice that she'd fallen asleep. It wouldn't have made much difference, anyway. Walker didn't care who he talked to once you got him started on his favourite topic. The Hanson kids often asked their father to tell them one of his many fishing stories when they had trouble getting to sleep.
After the gondola trip, the Hanson family (minus Ike and Tay) decided to buy ice creams, as it was a fairly warm day. Unfortunately, the place where they'd got off the gondola was in the middle of Melbourne's Red Light District. Mackenzie called out to one of the scantily dressed women lined up on the corner. "What"s your name, pretty lady?"
The woman (she wasn't really in the 'lady-like' category) laughed. "It's Luscious Peach. Interested in a half hour session?" She looked straight at Walker and tugged her dress, exposing her chest. Diana hurried the family along as Jessie and Avie giggled.
As they rounded the corner, the Hansons were confronted with a long line of people. Five minutes of walking later and they still hadn't passed the place the line was leading to. "What are you lining up for?" Zac asked a sleazy-looking man with pierced nipples.
"There's this special new show on in The Erotica Den. Today only. Some foreign guy does stuff with a fishing rod. He's supposed to be pretty well known." Zac got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling he knew who the "foreign guy" was.
Just then Diana spotted a sign proclaiming, "We Do Things You Won't Believe With Whipped Cream!"
"This must be the ice cream parlour," she said, and marched inside. The rest of the family followed, Zac groaning under his breath. This was the shop where the long line seemed to end. He peered around the dark room. It was full of seats lined up to face a smallish, elevated stage. There were red lights flashing around the room, and most of the seats were already filled up. That wasn't what caught the 12 year old's attention, though. Up on stage was the person who had had a huge impact on Zac's life. The person who had slept in the same room as him for his entire life. The person who had nearly ruined his life by blackmailing Taylor. It was Ike. A strange, unfamiliar Ike, though. An Ike wearing nothing but thigh-high scarlet suspenders and a top hat. It wasn't his brother's appearance that startled Zac, so much as what he was doing with the whipped-cream-covered fishing rod now held between his knees. Zac gulped and turned around. He dimly heard Jessie retching somewhere behind him.
The audience, however, had a very different reaction. They were screaming, cheering, wolf-whistling and singing drinking songs together as they clapped in time with the music. And Isaac Hanson was enjoying every moment of it.

Diana Hanson was sure she would never recover. The younger children were scarred for life. It had taken them three-quarters of an hour to wrench Isaac away from his clamouring fans after the show. It was just lucky that none of the people at that show were the type who would buy Hanson's music, or even knew Ike was in a band. Isaac himself didn't mind, he was skipping along gaily beside them. He'd had his fun.
They passed an ice cream shop. "Daddy," said Jessie. "We never did get that ice cream..."
"NO WAY!!!" screamed Zac. He didn't think he'd ever be able to even think of ice cream ever again. Or whipped cream for that matter...

Back on the beach...
Taylor held Belinda tightly in his arms as she sobbed into his manly shoulder. About half an hour later, when her tears finally dried up, they stood up and walked slowly back to the bus stop, Tay wringing out his dripping wet shirt as they walked. Both were desperately miserable.
That evening, while she was packing, Belinda wondered if she'd ever be happy again. She'd already said her farewells to Tay and her family because she was required to spend the last two hours before she left in isolation. Bel sighed as she looked at her suitcase. It was full of long, black, depressing clothes. Witches weren't allowed to wear the bright colours Bel loved. She picked up a purple T-shirt from her bed and gazed at it lovingly. It had a picture of a lopsided cow on the front, and was her favourite article of clothing. Belinda thought long and hard before finally deciding to give the T-shirt to Tay. It had always been his favourite. She snuck into the rec room and left it on top of his sleeping bag with a note saying how much she loved him.
Bel checked her watch. 11:58. She had to leave. With a final fond glance around her bedroom, Bel headed for the kitchen. She mouthed a quick incantation against slime, jumped into the toaster, and was gone