Luke Hemmings was a wild chap. He wasn't like the other kids, he favoured guitars over the popular Australian pipe, the didgerydoo, he preferred a light swim over to mako island or the great barrier reef than the usual teen hobbies of playing with Koalas in the outback. He didn't fear bush fires, bush fires feared him. He thought of the black widow as a close family friend. And he had a loyal and trustworthy pack of dingos to do his dirty work (aka his laundry). That was until he met fellow Australian, Sheila (no surname provided)