Nanny Plum remarks on how much more money they are able to donate, and Greg happily remarks that he agrees that the simple life is the life for them.
Greg and Nanny Plum move back home to be with their friends, and choose a humble but perfectly nice house, and they replace their Jag-waah with a Toyota Corolla GTX. Greg and Nanny Plum resolve to sell up and return to their humble neighbourhood. The pair reflect on how their old friends no longer speak to them, and realise that money has not brought them the happiness they hoped it would. Greg enjoys all the luxuries of fine living while Nanny Plum demurs somewhat, wanting only to give money to the poor. He and Nanny Plum speak excitedly about their future plans, their closets of clothes, their new Jag-waah, and very quickly settle into this new life of luxury with the aid of Maria, the maid, and Greg's best friend, Jim (who goes by his nickname, "Mr Perfect"), whom Greg has employed as their chauffeur. While Greg is sad, he learns that Aunt Jasmine left him a small fortune. One day though, Greg gets a letter telling him that his Aunt Jasmine has died. Greg enjoys dreaming about replacing his clunky and ancient camper van with a nice new Jag-waah, while Nanny Plum is more practical and more aware of their financial situation. Undeterred by his breakup with Big Mustard, Greg struck up a relationship with Nanny Plum, and they live a somewhat adequate - if frugal - life in their little house. Big Mustard quickly leaves Greg and takes the children, as well as the cabbages and the bran cereal. On his trip to Whole Foods, Greg attempts to demonstrate his physical prowess to Big Mustard, who, while impressed, is more interested in Big Ketchup, the checkout boy. Greg is content to defer to his girlfriend on most matters and the two share a somewhat harmonious relationship. Greg is a humble chair stacker living in Austin, Texas, with his girlfriend Big Mustard and her two children. I even managed - sort of - to explain away jumping back and forth between time periods in the third act! Some stuff I wrote a few years back because I was trying to piece things together in my mind.
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