Lisa pedals her tricycle around the pond, she pedals carefully as her dog Rigby trots alongside her, he looks up lovingly, tongue lolled out of his smiling mouth. She has secreted in her pocket, plans, plans that could bring down the overbearing power in this garden.
While pedalling, a menacing presence sneaks behind in his pedal cart, Darren has slyness written all over his face, like a fox on the wrong side of the henhouse fence. He has an air of superiority ever since the treehouse was constructed, it looms over the garden as a powerful stench. Darren reaches out and grabs Lisa’s handlebars, “Stop, I know you have my plans, where are they?” he whines,
“Stop being so stupid, what plans?”
“The plans to my treehouse that’s what!”, throwing his cart down and waving his hands in frustration. While he is distracted by his strop, Lisa quickly secretes the paper under Rigby’s collar, “Go to Mom” she tells him, encouraging him with a push, he trots off obediently. Darren is incensed, “Turn out your pockets” he demands, but finds nothing, ‘Right you are now my prisoner” he unreasonably demands and shoves Lisa unceremoniously up the ladder, into the dreaded tree house. From up there all is small, all vulnerable to its presence, and this had gone straight to Darren’s head.
Rigby arrives in the kitchen and is immediately distracted by the smell of bacon. Sitting at the kitchen counter is Leo, eating a bacon sandwich, Rigby sits at Leo’s feet and looks up longingly at the sandwich. “OK Rigby, but only a bit” he tears off a little strip protruding from his sandwich and hands it down to Rigby, who takes it in wagging happiness.
“So where is Lisa? you never leave her side”, Rigby looks sideways at Leo, he is still distracted. “Where’s Lisa, where is she?” Leo sings excitedly to motivate Rigby. The young spaniel’s ears bounce as he runs in a circle and out of the kitchen door, turning to see that he is followed.
He trots to the bottom of the garden and looks up the tree.
“The tree?, she wont be in the tree, Darren wouldn’t allow anyone up there, come on, lets go get a drink”. Rigby’s enthusiasm engaged in another direction he runs over and follows Leo back into the kitchen, Leo sits back down on a stool in the kitchen, through from the hallway Hank arrives, taller and more sure of himself than Leo, for he is two whole years older, “What are you having” said Leo,
“Oh just lemonade”, Leo pours two lemonades and they sit and stare out of the window, down the garden over the pond towards the tree. “How come Rigby is here?, he never leaves Lisa alone, where is she?” asks Hank,
“Ha! I just asked him that, he went over to the tree”
“Darren wouldn’t have let her in there could he? lets go check it out” They both finished their lemonade, jumped from the stools and walked out into the garden, Rigby ran around in excited circles as they got nearer the treehouse. “Where have you been Rigby?” Lisa shouted down from up the ladder, “Shut up you!” stropped Darren and both Leo and Hank could hear some scuffling from up the tree. Now they had their dander up! so they shot up the ladder and confronted Darren, “what do you think you’re doing you loon?!” demanded Leo, “She has the plans to my treehouse..” whined Darren, “So what, you cant just do what you like” Hank interrupted. “come on Lisa, come back and have some lemonade, let this twit to his treehouse alone”.
Leo, Hank and Lisa all climbed back down, back to an excited twirling excited dog.
All four sit in the kitchen, three enjoying a lemonade looking out at the abandoned tricycle and cart. “What the heck was Darren on about? plans?” asks Leo, “come on Rigby!” Lisa calls. and he trots over and sits next to her as she pulls the paper out from under his collar, “Here it is, the plan to his precious treehouse”. Hank and Leo unfold the paper and spread it open on the kitchen counter, looking at the plans and wondering what the fuss was for, “Just a minute” said Hank, “If we cut this bit here, it will all fall down” he said and pointed to the ‘Achilles heel’ in Darren’s grand treehouse.
“But it is a nice treehouse”, said Hank, “But nothing!” countered Lisa, and marched to the shed, she returns brandishing a saw. “Well ok, we’ll help stop any trouble from Darren”.
All three arrive at the foot of the tree, Lisa shouts up “Get down now, or come down in bits with you crappy tree house!”, “I’m not going anywhere, wait till dad hears about this!” Lisa spots the bracing piece that holds everything up, “Come on Hank give me a bunk up”, he laces his hands and Lisa steps into the stirrup and reaches up wobbling with the saw and begins to enthusiastically attack the brace.
“Come down Darren, stop being silly” shouts Leo,
“No way, it’s mine, you’re not having it”
Lisa still sawing with vigour, the saw is sharp and is biting deeply into the wood, her face is getting rosy and she starts to sway with tiredness, Hank steadies her and she gives the sawing a final attack of anger and breaks through to the other side of the brace, at first nothing then at the sound of a loud crack, all three retreat back to the pond, Darren heard the crack too, and can feel the unsteadiness of his treehouse, He hugs a large branch that juts right through the middle of his beautiful high room, from there he watches, as with every creak and snap the house tumbles down around him, leaving him clinging to the bare tree. Now he can see the three laughing faces on the lawn. “I’ll get you back!” he bawls “I’ll get you back!”.