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.

In which Oscar falls off a stool, which he pretends was intentional, before obtaining the sort of confession that priests would be thrilled with.

In which Oscar wonders who was responsible for ruining both his suitcases and the hotel he'd left them in, before attempting to run the perpetrator over when he finds out.

In which Oscar returns to his hotel and vomits in a gutter alongside some police officers doing the same, before ruining an armchair with the sort of stench that strips sinuses.

In which Oscar is humiliated by a horrid old crone in a hotel foyer, before having his dinner interrupted by a retired doctor with only one eye and a penchant for ambiguity.

In which Oscar Teabag-Dooven tries not to regurgitate his breakfast into a bucket, before stumbling across a young revolutionary who's keen on using buckets to highlight political injustice.