"Alright!" Trinity grins, "we've got a wedding to make happen!"

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We climb out the van, everyone preparing for Brooke and Noen's wedding. Jacob is designing a sweatshirt wedding dress for Brooke and a sweatshirt suit for Noen, but luckily the guide whispers into their ears about how he'll pick up something for them to wear that isn't a sweatshirt.

The hotel staff immediately whisk off both Brooke and Noen to get them ready for the wedding, and the guide immediately leaves to go buy a wedding dress and suit. Danielle and Sarah are in the hotel lobby, very loudly practising their performance - and everybody else is ordered to help put up the decorations.

"Guys, where does the balloon arch go?" Lauren asks in confusion. Sebastian attempts to take it, but ends up staining the balloons with his spray tan.

"Dammit," Sebastian curses.

"It should go over there," Paige commands. "Trinity, Cash, bring me those ribbons and hang them around the room. Eva, put some flowers in those vases and Sebastian - refrain from touching anything else."

Under Paige's strict command, we manage to decorate the room perfectly. Well, except for the balloon arch, half of it is covered in orange spray tan.

"Guys..." Sarah says, peeking in nervously. "For some reason the prime minister of Australia is in the lobby."

"Huh?" I audibly gasp, looking into the lobby to see if it's true.

Sure enough, Scott Morrison, the prime minister of Australia is standing in the lobby and looks very woozy. Almost as if he's drunk.

Oh god, he is drunk.

Why is he even here?"

"I-i h-heard," he sways, "t-that i-i need to o-officiate a w-weding! M-my g-g-g-ood f-friend t-told me t-that there w-was a w-weding!"

"Who called Scott Morrison?" Paige sighs, looking around at all of us. We all shrug out shoulders, none of us responsible for the call.

"I called him," the hotel manager said. "We've never had a wedding here before, so I thought it'd be cool if the leader of Australia came to officiate it."

"Does he even have a license?"

"I-i am the l-law!" He slurs, "I don't n-need a license!"

"I mean, technically he's right," Mychael shrugs.

"L-let's get this w-wedding started!"

Ten minutes later, Noen stands next to the spray-tanned balloon arch - flinching everytime he is forced to get near it. Trinity starts playing 'Canon in D' as Brooke walks down the aisle in a basic, simplistic yet gorgeously beautiful wedding dress. The guide really has great taste, I'll have to give him that.

Scott Morrison clears his throat, trying to remember what he's supposed to say.

"Today we are joined together in holy matrimony to celebrate the wedding of Noen and... S-sorry, what was your name again?"

"Brooke," Paige whispers into his ear.

"Yes, sorry about that. Noen and Brooke. I'm told that this is supposed to be a short wedding, so Brooke please repeat after me. I, Brooke."

"I, Brooke."

"Promise to love you, Noen."

"Promise to love you, Noen."

"In sickness, and in health."

"In sickness, and in health."

"God dammit, I can't remember the next bit... Um, can we move on?"

Noen shrugs, as a small smile starts to form on his face.

"It's okay, we don't need words to express how much we love each other."

"Oh..." Scott Morrison gasps, "that's really sweet. Anyways, you may kiss the bride."

All of us start cheering, as Brooke and Noen smile at each other - sealing their marriage with a quick peck.

"YES!" The guide cheers on, clapping loudly. "I SHIP!"

"Now..." Scott Morrison slowly says, "WHO'S READY TO PARTY?"