Six; Action/Phone

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Hardware Store
[You can find Sealand wheeling a red wagon through the store, it being the most practical solution for carrying around four buckets of paint and a dangerously high pile of wooden planks. The wagon seems to be holding up for now, at least. He's studying locks.]

They need to have those cool locks like in the movies.

[WHERE IS ALL THE RETINA SCANNING TECHNOLOGY, 1950S.]

Library
[Sealand is getting a bunch of books on building things! Of course, since he's a young boy, it's mostly about bird houses and shop classes, but it's good enough.]

Phone
Hey, Seborga, where are you?

Comments

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Yes. [No.]

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What sort of food do you give her out there?

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F--airies.

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What? Are you... Are you daft? You're daft, aren't you? You think fishes are fairies, right? You don't actually feed her fairies, do you? Right? Isn't that right?

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Well she catches them herself, she's a cat.

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Don't let her do that!

She... she shouldn't eat fairies! That's bloody fucking wrong!

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Well I'd stop her but I can't fly.

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Keep her on a leash! Don't let her eat all my cute little fairies!

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[Okay he can't keep a straight face anymore. Bursting out laughing.]

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It's not funny.

They're... they're cute little fairies...

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Cats can't fly and fairies aren't real. [Laughing as he walks down the driveway of his house.]

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It... It was a joke? [following...]

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[There's still some jam encrusted on the side of the house where he was dumping it out the window. He heads around to the back and to a pretty big tree.]

Well yeah.

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[pausing for a moment to look at the jam] ... Your house could use some butter.

Where are you going?

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I bet people'd slide off then.

This is where the base is gonna be!

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... Am I climbing that tree?

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The base isn't gonna put itself up there.

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Yes, I'm... I'm quite confident in my back.

Shall we start?

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I'll go get the stuff.

[Bringing a toolbox and some rope out of the garage.]

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[gazing up at the tree and thinking about his back]

... Right, then. You go first?

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[SIGH of MUST I DO EVERYTHING. Climbing up with the saw to get rid of some branches to make room for the treehouse secret base.]

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[following

painfully slowly]

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[Sawing! Watch out for branches.]

Are you up yet?

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Don't be such a brat.

[but finally climbing up oh his back his poor back] Right, then. I'll just watch.

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[Saw saw saw. All that work fixing up Sealand actually pays off.]

If you fall out of the tree you'd better not break all my boards.