After passing out on a plane and a train, Keith wrangled Bookie and I to the Loch Ness Boat Tour in order to search for Nessie.
They were made doubly so by the fact that they served Nessie Beer on the boat. The crew assured us that downing the brew would help us lure Nessie out.
...we discovered, to our horror, that the crew was right. Turns out Nessie is kind of a bitch.
Tragedy at the Loch!
As she set her sights on me, Keith had his own set of problems.
Of course, so did Bookie...
With all the looming danger, we hopped off the boat to Urquhart Castle to seek asylum in the fourteen-hundred-plus year old manor…
…which, for the record, was ruined WAY before we got there. We just maybe wrecked it a little more.
But the place was beautiful...
MacRapunzel, MacRapunzel! Let down your MacHair!
And Bookie lived happily ever after.