AC: And this is my little Darwin Cairns. His walking-about name is DC. You blokes are heading to Uluru, right?

WRIST: Actually, "cobber," I think you'll find I'm not a "bloke." I'm a "Sheila." More of an egg-layer than a cock-a-doodle-doer.

AC: My mistake. No worries. Either way, you want to get yourselves to Uluru. We'll meet you at the trailhead. It's about 300 miles away. Gotta hop. G'day, mates.

ELBOW: But which direction is it?

WRIST: They've gone. Let's look at the Dossier and find out where we're going.