In the quiet peaceful blank place, our hero Woody was doing his usual job - setting pranks on his neighbour. He was using shoe polish on screen of a TV to make it all black so nobody could see a thing when turned on. Now he wasn't just ordinary Woody. He had crystal-clear wings on his back and even a shinier circle above his head. It was his duty to make the neighbour suffer from all the things he had done to others. His work went smoothly, thanks to the shiny light he knew exactly which spots on the TV screen needed to be covered. However, a grumpy voice came from behind.
"Playing tricks on me again, huh?"
It was him, the angry neighbour! His sharp glowing horns and terrifying tail moving back and forth like a levitating whip gave a pretty scary image. But Woody didn't mind. He only looked at his enemy with cheerful smile and confident eyes saying:
"You're too slow to figure it out, neighbour."
"Get over here!" angrily yelled the old oaf, but after few steps he ended up on the ground.
Silly him, a bar of soap was placed in front of him! The angelic prankster's expression only shone brighter in smile and he happily said:
"What did I tell you? I've got to go. The world is calling me." proclaimed Woody and spread out his shiny crystal-clear wings.
He flew away, leaving the neighbour angrily watching from the ground. Flying over the houses of Blue Highway, he finally found his lovely home. The bedroom window was opened letting him go inside. The shiny wonder found his ordinary self still sleeping in the bed lying on his belly.
"What?! I'm still sleeping? I should get up, it's already morning!"
In the effort of waking himself up he jumped on his bed and started bouncing on it.
"Wake up, woody head!"
Ordinary Woody was literally like a piece of wood. No matter how bouncy his bed was, he only felt like on a peaceful rocking bed sailing on Pacific Ocean. His winged-self didn't give up just yet, so he pinched his ear.
"Hello! You've got work to do! Everybody's waiting for you!"
The only feedback he got was satisfying humming and snuggling his own pillow. It was clear that normal Woody will not open his eyes.
"So you refuse to wake up?"
Disappointed angel tried to come up with a plan, but then he heard children laugh coming from outside. From the window he clearly saw that those were indeed children playing football. The light above his head shone even brighter with an idea. He flew to the ball that was standing still.
"I'm sorry, Woody, but you have to wake up!"
With the proper aiming he kicked the ball that landed just right on the unsuspecting young man. After a harmless hit on the back, Woody finally woke up and started looking around himself full of confusion and shock. It turned out that he was only dreaming. He was still just an ordinary man in bed... but the ball was real. It seemed like it rolled further away from the bed after getting inside. The children outside were asking for the ball. Woody of course took it and came to the window, but before actually dropping it, he told them:
"Hey, kids! Careful where you kick the ball! You could break something in my house!"
One of the children with blue eyes and black hair dressed in green T-shirt and grey shorts replied:
"We're sorry, mister. We were just playing. Could you please return us the ball?"
Woody of course threw the ball back to them since they kindly asked. The children rejoiced and continued with their game. The weather outside was nice as it could be seen from the window. After short observation the young man finally decided to dress up and have breakfast.
From a house next to Shelly's a tall black-haired woman wearing red dress went outside. She stopped near the children playing outside and called one of them:
"Timmy, sweetheart! I'll go shopping. Be good while I'm away."
The boy in green T-shirt and grey shorts happened to be her son. He happily replied:
"Okay, mom!"
While leaving the woman waved to her little boy. She didn't notice Woody who headed to Shelly's house and neither he did her. It was an unpleasant surprise for the young man when the woman finally turned and unwillingly hit him with her strong arm. He ended up falling on the ground. Finally he noticed who it actually was.
'Th-that's Olga Akim! What should I do?' he panicked in mind once he realized it was the neighbour he never liked to look at.
Even with full clothing nothing could hide her giant breasts completely. Olga only offered a hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice you. Do you need help?"
Her chest got more tempting once she leaned forward slightly. Woody's face was covered with red as he tried to look away from the still kind woman.
"N-n-no! Thank you." he replied while thinking to himself: 'Don't look at her, don't look at her…'
He quickly got up and continued in his way. It was such a relief to be away from her. Even she went her own way to do some shopping. Just when he crossed the road, he noticed his sweet friend Shelly exiting her house holding a small bag.
"Good morning Shelly." he greeted her with typical cheerful smile.
Shelly got surprised seeing Woody right in front of her just few feet away. She stopped in the door and after a while she greeted back:
"G-good morning."
Woody saw that Shelly was still standing on one place with confused face, so he said:
"You surely didn't expect me, am I right?"
She only nodded and slightly smiled at him. She didn't know what to say, so she timidly looked around herself. The young man finally noticed her lemon yellow bag with light blue spots. He asked:
"Are you going somewhere?"
"I'm leaving for few days." replied Shelly with slightly more confidence.
This answer made curious Woody question further:
"And where are you heading?"
"To my parents."
Shelly had not much more to say... or did she? Her eyes were looking at her good friend desperately, as if she had some request for him. He did see it on her, so he didn't hesitate:
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
She sheepishly answered:
"Could you… look after my flowers while I'm away?"
"Even those inside? Sure, that's no problem."
"Thank you."
Shelly locked her house and handed her keys over to Woody. He wanted to take them, yet some mysterious will made him hold her soft hand instead. Both of them looked at each other's eyes. They seemed calm at first, but as soon as Shelly's cheeks caught red colour, Woody's cheeks were painted the same colour as well. The warmth of the hands' touch travelled into their inner-selves. Why this sudden moment? They were just friends, weren't they? They indeed knew that their days were much brighter with one another.
In a neighbourhood ruled by one disrespectful dog-like man, it seemed like a miracle that the two almost the same sized met. But now... it felt kind of strange... They quitted with the eye contact... yet didn't quite leave each other's hand. They were still connected with keys stuck in their hug. This could go on forever, if it wasn't of a car stopping in front of Shelly's house and a woman in there called her name. In that moment Shelly finally left the keys to Woody and ran to the car.
"Oh-! Bye, Shelly!" he quickly said.
Once she got inside the car, she looked at him one more time with a smile on her face. It seemed that she wanted to stay with him for a bit longer. She drove off with the woman and Woody watched behind. He still wasn't sure about his act.
'Why did I hold her hand? I didn't want to do that! I wanted to take her keys!' his face showed that he was angry at himself 'I looked like an idiot in front of her...'
At the same time Roger was outside polishing his motorcycle lawn-mower. He didn't notice his neighbours holding hands as he was too busy with polishing. He did see Shelly leaving by the car and irritated Woody just standing there. His tongue was itchy with viciousness and he started verbally bullying his next-door neighbour.
"Hey there, Trickster! What's the matter? Did your lovely girl finally leave the neighbourhood? Oh, how sad!" he felt extremely happy with every word he spoke.
He believed his words were like sharp knives to Trickster himself. Woody of course didn't take his claiming as truth that easily.
'No she didn't, you fat greedy glutton! She just wants to have a break from your lousy behaviour! You are a loner yourself! All you have got is Susie the motionless flower!' Woody wanted to say this out loud, but he knew he would look suspicious.
He stayed quiet for few seconds trying to think of different response. Meanwhile Roger continued with his sarcasm:
"Now you've got no one who could do your chores! No one for planting flowers or baking cake! Boohoo!"
The children that were still playing outside stopped for a while to witness this mean talk. Woody finally had planned his answer. With much calmer expression he said:
"Mind your own business, Rottweiler. Your lawn-mower still needs some polish from your spitting."
Roger did find it insulting, but he got something "better" for his hateful neighbour.
"Still, your little sweet shy girl will find someone better outside of neighbourhood."
'Well, you sure do enjoy hurting others who've done nothing wrong. However, such mean grumpy old guy is really stupid to realize that every crime shall be punished by only one hero! That hero being me!' monologued to himself Woody after Roger went back inside with malicious smile.
Some time passed by and our young prankster was at home thinking over the map he drew. New notes such as the lovely plant in the hall gave him an idea for ruining it with something. Perhaps with something stinky like Rottweiler's socks. He also planned to bring his black marker pen with just in case. It didn't take long for Joe's crew to arrive at Woody's house. They came and prepared cameras just like before. Woody was still concerned about the number of cameras they had. He asked Joe:
"How are we doing with the budget if I may ask?"
"Fair enough for a small crew like us. We might soon get a new camera if we make such great episodes like last ones."
"I believe it will only get better and better." grinned the prankster.
His director winked for the agreement:
"I bet it will."
Joe then went to check if the cameras are set as he wished. Meanwhile Woody felt like to ask other member some question to get to know them better. He approached the blonde guy cleaning his glasses.
"Hello, Michael." he greeted him.
"Well, hello there, Woody." said Michael, awkwardly smiling "How can I help you?"
"I'm curious about something. Is it hard to shoot with glasses?" he asked him.
"Umm... kind of? I've already found a way of shooting without having glasses as an obstacle. I'm quite used to it." the blond man explained as he adjusted his glasses.
"Oh, I understand."
Their conversation was cancelled by Joe asking if everybody is ready. Everyone replied 'yes' at the same time. Woody was the last who answered like that. Before leaving Joe had this to say:
"Well then, Woody. After rewatching the previous episodes I came to conclusion that you could set approximately six pranks for creating a long enough episode. Of course if possible. The situation at the old smell-fart's house can change quickly."
Woody replied:
"Don't worry, Joe. I've got this."
With this said he was prepared to visit his Neighbour from Hell once again...
