The Balance Of Power Sets In

Is it Pee Pee Pee? asks Terence, paint brush poised to begin.

Yes, affirms Freud.

Just checking, says Terence.

It's rude, says Baby Pierre.

It's not rude, says Freud.

So, says Terence, it's not Pee Pee Pee. Because that's rude, actually.

This is ruder, says Baby Pierre. Pi Pi Pi

Just do three Ps, says Freud.

I'll do them, says Baby Pierre. Give me the paintbrush.

He grabs the paintbrush from Terence. He writes:

Pi Pi Pi.

No! says Freud. Is that what you were saying?

It's French, says Baby Pierre. I write it the French way.

Baby Pierre is stretching the truth just a little. He doesn't know French.

P P P, says Freud. Standing for 'Popup Paintball and Pedal'.

What about Po? mutters Terence.

Freud loses his patience.

Get into the van, says Freud. I'll do it myself.

It's dark in the van, and smells fishy.

Eeuuw, says Terence. It stinks in here.

It must have been a food van, says Baby Pierre. A fish and chips one.

Pooh! says Terence. Pooh, pooh!

Baby Pierre explodes into giggles. That's so funny!

You're funny, says Baby Pierre.

So are you, says Terence. Let's open a window.

They climb onto a bench top, which looks like part of a kitchen.

Huh! says Baby Pierre. Lift me up. I'll undo this thingy.

Terence lifts Baby Pierre.

Baby Pierre unlatches the window.

Zhoong! The window shoots up, just as Freud is pointing his paint gun at the words Pi Pi Pi.

Pwoooosh! Orange paint sprays all over the curtains, and through the gap, onto Baby Pierre's nose.

Shut that window! says Freud. Look what you've made me do now!

The Green Flashes gasp.

They never expected to hear that sort of unfair reverse accusation from the professor.

Baby Pierre jumps down from the bench and locks the door of the van from the inside.

I've locked him out, says Baby Pierre.

Now what? says Terence.

We demand an apology, says Baby Pierre.

Terence is silent.

The balance of power sets in.