Woody came home and began to gather his things. It was very important not to forget anything. After all, when traveling he may need anything . Of course, besides food and clothes. Even food could be used as a weapon of mischief, so that he can make his neighbour feel bitter. He neatly packs the clothes, food and tools which he would use in his suitcase of dirty tricks – which is definitely why his surname is not just a pure coincidence. Woody went to take a bath.

Meantime, in Roger's house there was lot of racket, one might think a tornado has passed by. He took out his things from the shelves, cabinets and wardrobe and stuffed his suitcase and his bags forcefully. His mother was also packing all sorts of little things. Soon, somehow all the bags were collected even though a shirt's and trouser's sleeves were peeping out. The phone rang – it was Olga.

"Hello? Who the freaking Hell is calling?" he snapped after picking up as if he thought that it would have been Woody or anyone just as annoying to him.

"Roger, is that your way to talk? Where are your manners?" she yelled just as much when he reacted like that "It's me Olga! Are you going anywhere today?"

"Nope!" he replied "What makes you think..." he suddenly gets cut off when Georgina grabbed the phone from his hand.

"Hello, Olga! My son decided to go on some kind of island for vacation. He just wants to stay away from his obnoxious stupid hooligan of a neighbour from the Trickster residence. I forgot his name...Anyway, I hope that he could at least take a break from that maniac."

"Well then, Georgina. Meet us at the pier."

"Momma?! I wanted to swim alone! And that little kid of hers annoys me!"

"But to me their company is pleasant. This talk is over!"

In the interim, Woody got out of the bathroom and smiled at himself in the mirror.

"Handsome, you look just photogenic! The camera will look at you as a real wonder of the world!" he always loved his own appearance.

His mobile phone rang...barely having the time to put the towel neatly, he energetically strode into the hall. Answering the phone, he welcomed the caller with a happy tone.

"Hello! Trickster residence!"

"Hey Woody! Found a new idea for our show?" it was obviously director Joe.

"Yeah, Rottweiler will go to a deserted island - for three months. You can shoot a few seasons of his adventures. I even know what would amuse the audience"

Woody picked up a comb and a bit of hair-gel and began combing his brown hair.

"Perfect! But we will get into the ship unnoticed, disguised as ordinary passengers. And you...Your task is to camouflage yourself so that the stupid oaf won't notice even a thing."

"Don't worry. Everything will be like eating a pancake."

It was true - Woody rarely ever gets caught. Because he was as cunning as a herd of foxes.

He hung up, the fellow continued preparing. However, he was interrupted again by the doorbell ringing. He had time to put on his shirt, but not enough to put on trousers, the doorbell rang again.

'Interesting, who could it be at this hour? Does someone need me?' he thought while heading for the door.

After opening the door, Woody froze in fear - behind the door stood his neighbour.

"Now listen here, you freaking parasite!" he grabbed Woody by his neck "You better freaking stay at home and not pull any joke or anything like that!" and screamed at the top of his lungs while the frail prankster was trying break off "If I come back to find my house in ruins, I'll strangle you to death! Is that clear? Then I'll bury you alive!"

Woody nodded, and the grump lets him go. With a satisfied look, he hurried back home. And poor Woody, rubs his damaged neck.

'I'll strangle you to death? Then I'll bury you alive?' he questioned his words in his head and chuckled them and at his stupidity.

Then he gets dressed, gathered his luggage and followed him.