Barney The Squirrel Detective - Barking Up The Wrong Tree

1INT. EERIE FOREST - NIGHT - GREEN NIGHT VISION

The camera, THE OBSERVER'S point of view, glides low through the dense, mist-laden forest. Leaves and twigs crunch beneath its steady movement. Shadows play among twisted trees, moonlight struggling through the canopy. A distant owl's hoot echoes, adding to the eerie ambiance. Unseen footsteps on dry foliage punctuate the night sounds. The camera swivels, capturing glimpses of elusive movements, heightening anticipation. Abruptly stopping, the camera tilts left, revealing gnarled branches. Tension grows; a subtle rustling ahead precedes a fleeting glimpse of a shadowy figure moving between trees. Cautious now, the camera pans, capturing eerie surroundings, building suspense. It halts, fixating on glowing eyes between trees -- otherworldly and unblinking. The creature, hidden in shadows, remains mysterious. The standoff intensifies, the creature's eyes radiate intelligence. An unspoken connection is felt. The air crackles with tension. The creature, motionless, holds the viewer in suspense. Just before revelation, CUT TO night vision binoculars held by squirrel paws, exposing the observer's perspective.

THE OBSERVER

Its you!

2EXT. WOODED COUNTRYSIDE - 3 DAYS BEFORE

A weathered car towing a small trailer navigates through a winding road, surrounded by thick woods. The vehicle comes to a brief halt at a crooked wooden post adorned with the barely legible sign "NUTSWOOD FOREST" and a weathered "10MPH SPEED LIMIT" sign, marred by bird droppings.

3INT. CAR - DAY

Inside the car is BARNEY, a casually dressed squirrel with a haunted expression. He glances at the quirky signs, then resumes driving until he reaches a modest house with a "SOLD" sign out front.

4EXT. HOUSE - DAY

Barney parks the car, steps out, and surveys the surroundings. The house appears abandoned, with untidy shrubs and rubbish scattered around.

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5INT. HOUSE - DAY - LATER

Inside the empty dusty space, Barney eyes the numerous removal boxes and chooses a particular one to open. Reluctant at first, he lifts the lid, revealing memorabilia from a bygone era.

He selects a small box and sits on a worn couch. Barney opens it, revealing a framed photograph. His eyes mist up as he gazes at a picture of himself and his wife, HAZEL, on their wedding day. In the picture, they raise glasses of red berry juice in a toast, happiness etched on their faces.

Barney wipes away a tear, his paw lingering on a wooden ring encircling his finger. He contemplates removing it, conflicted.

BARNEY

(whispering)

Whatever am I going to do without you?

The dusty room remains silent, bearing witness to Barney's bittersweet moment of reflection.

6INT. BARNEY'S HOUSE - DAY

A sombre MONTAGE unfolds, capturing the mundane yet poignant moments of Barney's solitary life.

BARNEY MICROWAVING:

Barney stands in his modest kitchen, placing a ready meal for one into the microwave. The hum of the appliance fills the air as he waits, a lone figure surrounded by the silence of an empty home.

DINING ALONE:

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Barney sits at a small table, the ready meal untouched before him and still in its container. He gazes at the empty chair opposite, the wooden ring from his finger taking centre stage on the table. His appetite wanes as he contemplates the void left by his absent partner.

TELEVISION STARE:

In the dimly lit living room, Barney sits on the couch, staring at the television. The screen emits only fuzzy static, mirroring the disarray of his emotions. Unopened boxes serve as silent witnesses to the unresolved transition in his life.

NIGHTTIME READING:

Alone in his bed, Barney flips through the pages of "How to Deal with Grief." The empty space beside him echoes with the absence of his companion. He reaches for the bedside lamp, casting a shadow over the room as he switches it off, plunging himself into the solitude of darkness.

The montage encapsulates the emptiness that pervades Barney's daily existence, emphasizing the void left by his wife's absence. Each scene serves as a poignant snapshot of a life in transition, haunted by memories and the struggle to navigate grief.

7INT. BARNEY'S BATHROOM - MORNING

The sun rises on a new day as Barney, with a heavy heart, stands in front of the bathroom mirror. The room is filled with the soft hum of morning light.

Barney reaches for the toothbrush pot, where two toothbrushes

remain side by side. He picks one up, a routine that once held a shared significance.

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BARNEY

(muttering to himself)

One for me, one for you.

He applies toothpaste to the bristles and mechanically

brushes his two incisors, the sound echoing through the quiet space.

BARNEY

(whispering)

Guess it's just me now.

Barney gazes at his reflection in the mirror, a visage marked by the weight of sorrow. His once well-groomed appearance has given way to a dishevelled state, his whiskers now unruly and bushy.

His eyes, clouded with melancholy, meet his own gaze in the mirror. The room holds a heavy silence as Barney confronts the solitude reflected back at him. The subtle morning light casts a poignant glow on his forlorn face, underscoring the profound changes in his life.

8INT. BARNEY'S HOUSE - DAY

Barney sits at the kitchen table, a worn to-do list bearing Hazel's flower logo in front of him. The list is a bittersweet reminder of the life they once shared. Armed with a pen, he goes down the tasks:

1. Empty Removal Boxes - TICKED
2. Clean Up - NOT TICKED

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3. Say Hi to Neighbours - BIG CROSS THROUGH
4. Ring Bank and Utilities

Barney sighs, his reluctance evident. The solitude seems more appealing than engaging in casual conversations. He reaches for his mobile phone, scrolling through contacts until he finds the bank's number. With a deep breath, he dials. To his frustration, there's no dial tone. Barney paces around the cottage, entering each room in search of a signal.

BARNEY

(mutters)

Come on, just need a signal.

His frustration builds as he manoeuvres through the rooms, attempting to connect with the outside world. Finally, he steps outside into the back garden, phone held high in hopes of grasping a fleeting signal. The quiet desperation in his actions speaks volumes about the isolation he's grappling with in the aftermath of Hazel's absence.

9INT. BARNEY'S BACK GARDEN - DAY

Barney, phone still glued to his hand, stumbles around his backyard like a lost explorer searching for a connection. The frustration etched on his face vanishes when he hears a voice.

JIMMY 2 TAILS, a squirrel dressed like a gangster with two

tails and a suspiciously hefty shoulder bag, lounges on a wall partition.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(grinning)

You'll be lucky to get a signal out

here.

Barney's quest for cell service turns into a comedy when Jimmy 2 Tails waltzes over, hand outstretched.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(smoothly)

Welcome, neighbor. I'm Jimmy 2 Tails.

BARNEY

(raising an eyebrow)

I'm Barney, Barney Lightfoot.

Barney discreetly points to a tag dangling from Jimmy's trilby hat. Jimmy catches on and promptly rips it off.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(bragging)

Tailor-made in Chi-caa-go.

He strikes a gangster pose, complete with cheesy sound effects.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(suggestively)

Wanna hang out, bud? Watch some tough

guy movies and munch on pop nuts?

BARNEY

(side-eyeing)

Maybe another time.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(encouragingly)

You should try the Arts Centre. They

sometimes get a signal. It's where I go for my business dealings, you know,

ducking and diving, wheeling and
dealing. What do you do, Barns?

BARNEY

(grinning)

I'm a retired P.I.

JIMMY 2 TAILS
(blank stare)

Oh...

An apron-clad squirrel, presumably Jimmy's wife, storms out of their house.

JIMMY'S WIFE

(annoyed)

Jimmy, get your two tails back here and clear your junk from the kitchen! I don't have any room to cook my nut roast and the Bramblebrooks are

arriving within the hour!

She's a busy squirrel and disappears as quickly as she arrived.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(rolling eyes)

Women, eh? Anyway, if you need

anything, just ask. I've got cigars

made of the finest rolled bark.

BARNEY

(deadpan)

I don't smoke.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(offering)

How about some relaxing Eucalyptus Oil? It works wonders for your

troubles and woes. Very popular with my clients.

BARNEY

(under his breath)

It will take more than that.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(sensing he's not interested) How about some hoodies or perhaps hats...I can even get fine lingerie for the special lady in your life?

No response.

BARNEY

(aloud)

Well, I better be off. Lots to do, as

do you, it seems.

As Jimmy prepares to leave, Barney realizes he does need something.

BARNEY

(remembering)

Actually, there's one thing I could do

with.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(excited)

What's that, Barns?

BARNEY

A map. I think I'll go for a stroll

later, to the Arts Centre.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

A map? No...I don't have that.

BARNEY:

Oh.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

But you can get one from the Centre,
just follow the path through the
woods.

A beat passes, and Jimmy's curiosity gets the better of him.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(intrigued)

What exactly does P.I. stand for,
Barns?

BARNEY

(smiling)

Private Investigator.

Jimmy's face falls.

JIMMY 2 TAILS

(disappointed)

Well, like you said, things to do.

He quickly scurries off back to his house, leaving Barney with an unwanted newfound connection.

10 EXT. NARROW PATH THROUGH THE FOREST - DAY

Barney strides purposefully along a narrow path through the woods. The once picturesque forest is marred by litter, plastic bottles, scattered paper, diminishing its natural beauty. His destination looms ahead, the Nutswood Arts Centre.

11 INT. NUTSWOOD ARTS CENTRE - RECEPTION - DAY

Barney enters the Arts Centre and approaches the rabbit at the reception desk, currently overwhelmed by a box overflowing with arts equipment. A sticker on the box of a squirrel with two tails catches Barney's eye.

BARNEY

(leaning in)

Excuse me, miss. I hate to bother you,

but I need to make a call to my bank.

Is it possible to use your connection?

RABBIT

(smiling)

Certainly, sir. Just up that corridor, you'll find the library at the end. Mind you, it doesn't always work. The town's satellite dish has been out for months. Lucky for us, our clever students set up an intermittent

service here.

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BARNEY

Thank you. I just moved here yesterday

and just getting my bearings.

RABBIT

(sighing)

Welcome to Nutswood. Though why anyone

would want to move here is beyond me.

The rabbit hands Barney a register and a thick wooden pencil from the arts equipment box.

BARNEY

(smelling the aroma of the pencil)

Nice.

RABBIT

(smiling)

Eucalyptus.

BARNEY

(indicating a pile of Nutswood

Town Maps)

Oh and can I take one of these

RABBIT

Certainly.

BARNEY

Thanks again.

Barney drops some notes into a donation box.

RABBIT

Much appreciated. It's the only

funding the Centre relies on.

Barney proceeds along the corridor.

12 INT. NUTSWOOD ARTS CENTRE - MUSIC ROOM - DAY

As Barney walks down the corridor, he hears classical music played poorly. He peeks into an open door.

A group of young animals struggles with string instruments, frustrating their volunteer conductor.

VOLUNTEER

(frustrated)

No, no, stop, stop! That's not right.

VOLUNTEER

(handing a hare harpist a piece of

bark)

Try this pick for size.

Barney observes the chaotic scene and scours another corner of the room.

13 INT. NUTSWOOD ARTS CENTRE - ART ROOM - DAY

A bunch of young animal artists are busy drawing on canvases. They use the same thick pencils from reception. A volunteer inspects their work, praising one young mole.

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VOLUNTEER

(smiling)

Very good, Henry. I like your style.

Hints of Warhol, carry on.

Barney glances to the other end of the room, where young performers are on stage, directed by yet another volunteer. A lizard woos a colourful peacock.

LIZARD

(performing)

But, soft, what light through yonder

window breaks? It is the east, and

Juliet is the sun.

A voice interrupts.

VOICE

Can I help you, sir?

Barney turns to see a spectacled badger.

BARNEY

(startled)

Oh, sorry, yes. I was just on the way

to the library to use the connection.

The badger follows Barney's gaze into the bustling hall.

BADGER

(smiling)

It's wonderful, isn't it? These kids
would be on the streets otherwise.
They're either from broken homes or
orphaned. This centre keeps them on

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the straight and narrow, out of trouble. It's a shame we can't showcase their work more, so talented.

BADGER

(looking hopeful)

We're always looking for volunteers.

Is it something you might be

interested in?

BARNEY

No, unfortunately, I've got too much

on my plate these days.

14 INT. NUTSWOOD ARTS CENTRE - LIBRARY - DAY

In the library, Barney, on his phone, struggles to get a connection. After several tries, he gets through.

BARNEY

At last! Is that the bank manager? This is Barney Lightfoot. I'd like to notify you of a change of address.

As he talks on the phone, he notices a studious owl reading a book titled "The Almanac of Popular Woodland Barks." and a geeky looking hedgehog on a laptop frustrated as the screen keeps freezing.

15 INT. BARNEY'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Barney sits on a worn couch, gazing at the framed wedding photo. His voice echoes with a mixture of longing and frustration.

BARNEY

If only I could make you proud

again...

He taps on a locked wooden chest by his side, stirring memories. Visions of the vibrant activities at the arts

centre flood his mind, triggering something deep within.

16 EXT. BARNEY'S HOME - DAY

Barney grabs the map and storms out of the door. As he leaves, Jimmy Two Tails swiftly scurries behind a tree, observing.

17 EXT. BANK NEXT TO A FAST-MOVING RIVER - DAY

Barney arrives at a bank by the fast-moving river, and in the distance, he spots a rusty satellite dish on a desolate Nutswood Broadcasting building. The area is marked off by a low wire fence, but Barney climbs over it to inspect the dish closely. Disconnected wires dangle from the pole.

A VOICE interrupts his investigation.

VOICE

(suspicious)

Hey, mate, what are ya up to? Don't ya

know this is private property?

Barney turns to find a burly beaver MR RIGGERS in a high-vis vest and a hat labelled 'Riggers Beavers.' He carries a long roll of paper under his arm.

BARNEY

(apologetic)

Sorry, I didn't know.

MR RIGGERS

(irritated)

There's a big sign over there,

pointing to a sign -- Private

Property, Keep Out. Didn't ya see it?

BARNEY

(defensive)

No.

MR RIGGERS

(with authority)

Well, you'd better be on your way if

you know what's good for ya.

The beaver approaches, an intimidating presence.

MR RIGGERS

(suspicious)

You're not from the council, are ya?

BARNEY

No, most definitely not. I was just

going for a stroll.

MR RIGGERS

(leaning in)

Well, if you see those council trash in yer travels, tell 'em I've got a bone to pick with 'em. Tell 'em Beavers Riggers sent ya.

BARNEY

(nervously)

What seems to be the problem?

MR RIGGERS

The problem, he says.

Getting closer, the beaver is intimidating.

MR RIGGERS

(angry)

Those thieving scoundrels are the biggest problem in this town. They've had our planning application for months. We'll never get that dam dam built until they sign it off. Tell 'em if they don't sign it pronto, I'm gonna have to send the boys in. Comprendez?

BARNEY

(nervously)

Comprendez, yes, right, okay. I'll be

sure to tell them... if I see them.

MR RIGGERS

(dismissive)

Be off with ya, then!

The beaver holds a steely stare on Barney as he exits the site, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with tension.

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18 INT. FOREST PATH - DAY

A chicken on an electric scooter speeds through the winding woodland path, a sack of mail strapped to its back. Meanwhile, Barney strolls along another littered path, eventually arriving at a charming cottage. A mouse feeds cakes to a deer through her open window. Barney tips his cap in greeting, but as he turns a corner, the speeding chicken collides with him, sending feathers and mail flying.

CHICKEN

(sincere)

Sorry!

The chicken hastily gathers what it can, disappearing into the forest on the scooter. The mouse rushes out, helping Barney to his feet.

MOUSE

(concerned)

Are you okay? Those youngsters ought

to know better. Do you want me to

report it? I saw everything.

BARNEY

(dismissive)

That won't be necessary. I'm fine.

Barney brushes himself off, spots a letter on the ground, and picks it up. The mouse notices his other paw which is bleeding.

MOUSE

(alarmed)

You'd better put something on that or

it will get infected. Come into the

cottage.

BARNEY

(reluctant)

Really, there's no need.

MOUSE

(insisting)

No, no, I insist.

As she helps him into a cottage called COOKIES COTTAGE, the deer disappears into the woods. Barney realizes he's in good hands. Inside the idyllic cottage, Barney recognizes a familiar aroma.

MOUSE

(smiling)

You're lucky. I'm a trained nurse. I'm

Cookie by the way.

BARNEY

Barney, pleased to meet you.

19 INT. COTTAGE - DAY

Through to the cozy country kitchen, a log fire burns, and a framed picture of a mouse in a fireman's uniform hangs on the wall. Cookie tends to Barney's paw when she observes his indexed ring.

COOKIE

(sympathetic)

Your wife must be wondering where you

are.

BARNEY

(sad)

She passed about six months ago.

COOKIE

(sincere)

Oh, I'm so sorry. Grief is such a

terrible thing.

As she bandages his paw, she suggests a distraction.

COOKIE CONTD

(encouraging)

What you need is a distraction, a

hobby, something you feel passionate

about. It works for me.

She finishes bandaging.

COOKIE CONTD

How about some tea and some freshly
baked crumble made by my own fair
paws?

BARNEY

(appreciative)

Sounds delicious.

As she gets up to prepare, Barney's thoughts drift to Hazel.

FLASHBACK:

Hazel at the sink. Hazel filling the kettle. Hazel making a pot of tea.

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20 INT. COTTAGE - DAY - LATER

Cookie shakes Barney's shoulder, bringing him back to

reality. A bowl of steaming berry crumble is before him.

BARNEY

(apologetic)

I just had a moment.

MOUSE

I understand.

Barney gazes at the flickering fire.

BARNEY

(nostalgic)

Such a warm, cozy fire. Reminds me of

the one we used to have in our old

house.

MOUSE

(sad)

Yes, unfortunately, I can't afford gas

or electricity. Prices have soared

lately.

She throws aromatic bark from a bucket into the fire, and they both stare at the flames in silence, inhaling the sweet aroma.

Barney suddenly remembers the letter, retrieves it from his pocket, and places it on the table. Cookie's calm moment is disrupted.

MOUSE

(distracted)
What's that?

Before Barney can answer, she grabs the letter and reads the address.

MOUSE

(shocked)

Oh, it's for me!

She tears the letter open. Her face drops as she reads the contents.

MOUSE

(angry, pointing to the letter) It's you, isn't it? You're from the council, this...Mr. Goldtooth. How dare you come into my house and trick me! Get out!

She pushes Barney out, screws and throws the letter at him, and slams the door.

21 EXT. COTTAGE - DAY

BARNEY

(dumbfounded)

What just happened?

It starts to rain.

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22 INT. BARNEY'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Barney returns home drenched, mud clinging to his shoes. The atmosphere is tense as he eyes the letter in his hands, eager yet apprehensive.

Barney removes his muddy shoes, his hands trembling with anticipation as he unfolds the wrinkled letter.

LETTER:

This is to notify you, Mrs. Cookie Mulligan, that due to the current inflated market, your rent will be increasing by Pound75 per month. Failure to keep up with these increased monthly payments will result in your eviction from Cookies Cottage, Nutswood, - Yours sincerely - Councillor Rupert Goldtooth, Nutswood Civic Centre.

Barney's face contorts with anger; he struggles to contain the storm brewing within him.

BARNEY

Eviction? What nonsense. What is it

with this Council?

He glares at the locked wooden chest, determination etched across his face. In a rush, he snatches a key from a drawer and unlocks the chest, revealing secrets long confined within its hidden depths. The unfolding drama intensifies as the chest creaks open, promising revelations that might change everything. He stares intently at the locked wooden chest, hastily takes a key from a drawer and opens the chest.

BARNEY

(with determination)

Tomorrow I'm going to find out what

that Council has been hiding.

INT. NUTSWOOD CIVIC CENTRE - NEXT DAY

Barney, dressed sharper than usual, stands before the

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imposing wooden doors of Nutswood Civic Centre. He rings the brass bell, and a security camera above him tracks his every move.

SECRETARY

(over intercom)

Yes, can I help you?

BARNEY

(determined)

Hi, yes. Barney Lightfoot here. I'd like to drop off a registration, if I may. The sound of a security camera follows Barney as he pushes open the heavy door and enters a sleek,

circular metal drain. His footsteps echo as he advances. At the end of the drain, the Secretary, a smart rat, types furiously on a computer without acknowledging him.

BARNEY

(trying to get attention)

Excuse me, Miss. I'm Barney Lightfoot.

About the registration, I'd like to

see the person in charge.

SECRETARY

(dismissive)

Do you have an appointment?

BARNEY

(defiant)

No.

SECRETARY

(resolute)

Mr. Goldtooth won't see you without an appointment. Barney scans the

reception area, catching sight of a framed photo featuring two suited rats firmly shaking hands with an imposing glass building called Nibble Net Worth Solutions in the background.

BARNEY

(scheming)

I'm from Nibbles. It's an urgent

financial matter.

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SECRETARY

(dismissive)

Take a seat. Barney sinks into a black

leather sofa, biding his time.

LATER:

The Secretary finishes her task, buzzing through to Rufus.

SECRETARY

(irritated)

Rufus, I have a Barney Lightfoot to

see you from er...where did you say

you were from?

BARNEY

(revealing his connection)

Nibbles... Nibbles Net Worth.

SECRETARY

(reluctantly)

Mr Goldtooth said you can go in.

Barney enters Rufus's office, observing an in-use incense burner and smelling a familiar aroma. Rufus, a plump well suited rat with a gold tooth, initials RG embroidered on his tie and a gold Rolex, rises to greet him.

RUFUS

(confidently)

Come, come. Sit down, Mr...uh...

BARNEY

(sitting)

Lightfoot.

RUFUS

Do you smoke? I've got some excellent

rolled bark.

BARNEY

(disinterested)
No, thanks.

Rufus lights one for himself.

RUFUS

(casual)

Been in a wrestling match?

indicating Barney's injured paw

BARNEY

(dismissing it)

Oh, that, just a little incident...

with a chick.

RUFUS

(raising an eyebrow)

A chick?

BARNEY

(nodding)

Yes, a chick... and a scooter.

Barney shifts the conversation.

BARNEY

(observing the laptop)

I see you have a connection here?

RUFUS

(smug)

Yes, we only use the best provider for

a fast, efficient service. Our clients

demand it.

BARNEY

(skeptical)
Clients?

RUFUS

(smiling)

Yes, clients like you, Mr. Heavyfoot.

BARNEY

(correcting)
Lightfoot.

RUFUS

(slyly)

Before we start talking business, can

I get you a drink? My finest Berry

Bubbler, perhaps?

BARNEY
(polite)

Sure.

RUFUS

I keep the good stuff in a secret place, away from those thieving office riff-raff.

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As Rufus leaves the office he glances back at Barney.

RUFUS

(curious)

By the way, since when has Nibbles

been employing squirrels?

BARNEY

(hesitating)

They're diversifying these days.

RUFUS

Oh, really? Glad to see they're moving with the times, providing more

opportunities for all. Excellent.

Ensuring that Rufus is now out sight, Barney sneaks a look round at the open laptop, revealing startling information and also notices a jar packed with memory cards on the desk. Barney pockets one before Rufus returns. Rufus re-enters without any drinks, strides up to his desk and slams the laptop shut.

RUFUS

(serious)

I've just had an interesting little

chat with my secretary...Now, what did

you say your name was?

BARNEY

(handing him the registration form) Barney Lightfoot. I'm here for a

registration.

RUFUS

(dismissive)

So you're not from Nibbles, then?

BARNEY

(revealing his true purpose)

Most definitely not.

Rufus confronts Barney.

RUFUS

(angry)

So who, in hell's name do you think

you are coming into my office

uninvited?

Barney takes charge, slams a completed registration form on

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the desk, and reveals his true identity.

BARNEY

(authoritative)

My name is Barney Lightfoot. I am a Private Investigator, and I am here to notify you and your personnel that I have been appointed by the Nutswood Forest community to investigate any suspicious activity that is in breach of woodland law.

Rufus looks angry as he quickly scans the form and then glares back at Barney.

RUFUS

(threatening)

You are wasting your time and mine. We are a fair and friendly community here, and we don't need the likes of you interfering in our business.

Barney grabs his registration certificate, and delivers a stern warning.

BARNEY

(serious)

Well, I hope you're right, Councillor,

because anything other than fairness

would be a very serious matter indeed.

Before leaving, Barney confidently hands Rufus a business card, maintaining a firm demeanour.

BARNEY

My contact details, should you need my

assistance.

RUFUS

(smirking)

As I said before, you are wasting your

time.

Rufus hesitates, a glimmer of uncertainty crossing his face.

RUFUS

(scheming)

Actually, maybe there is one thing you

could look into?

BARNEY

(raising an eyebrow)

What's that then?

Rufus leans in, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone.

RUFUS

(whispering)

The glade in the forest. I've noticed on my daily walks that the trees are mysteriously being stripped bare... of their bark. And something tells me, it's not good for our ecosystem.

BARNEY

(intrigued)

Our ecosystem, you say?

RUFUS

(nodding)

Yes, our ecosystem.

BARNEY

(resolute)

I will certainly check it out. You

have my word.

Rufus leans back, eying Barney with a hint of suspicion.

RUFUS

And between you and me, I think you should look into this unscrupulous character, Jimmy Two Tails.

BARNEY

(skeptical)
Jimmy?

RUFUS

(nodding)

Yes, Jimmy.

BARNEY

(dismissing)

I know him well. Wouldn't say boo to a

goose.

Rufus leans in again, revealing a darker side.

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RUFUS

(confidential)

He has these contacts, loads of 'em.

Makes a fortune, that chap.

BARNEY

(raising an eyebrow)

A fortune?

RUFUS

(nodding)

A fortune.

BARNEY

Well, thanks for the heads up. I'll

certainly have a look into it.

RUFUS

(smug)

Splendid. Have a good day, Mr.

Heavyfoot.

Rufus escorts Barney to the door. Barney leaves with a final remark.

BARNEY

I certainly will. Good day to you too,

sir.

Exiting, he taps Rufus's exposed belly teasingly.

BARNEY

(whispering)

And don't let this bare tree malarky deter you from your daily walks. Oh, and by the way... it's Inspector Lightfoot.

Rufus, struggling to button up his jacket, watches Barney leave and closes the door firmly, the room lingering with an air of unresolved conflict.

23 INT. NUTSWOOD CIVIC CENTRE - RECEPTION - DAY

Barney confidently hands the bustling secretary his registration form.

BARNEY

(smiling)

The boss says it's fine, and you can

log this right away.

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The secretary, clearly unimpressed, picks up the form and scans it with skepticism.

SECRETARY

(disapproving)

Where's Mr. Goldtooth's signature?

BARNEY

(acting innocent)

Oh, we were so caught up in our chat, being such old chums, that he must have forgotten. Look, I'll take it back and...

The secretary, short on patience, cuts him off with a dismissive wave.

SECRETARY

No need. I'll just log it on.

With a few taps on her computer, she completes the registration and hands the form back to Barney.

SECRETARY

Done.

BARNEY

(lying)

That's wonderful, and with such a lovely smile too. Mr. Goldtooth is very lucky to have such a charming, efficient secretary. Have a nice day.

As Barney strolls back along the gleaming drain, he senses the ever-watchful security cameras tracking his every move, leaving an air of suspense and uncertainty.

24 INT. BARNEY'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Barney strides purposefully toward the chest, eager anticipation in his eyes. With a swift movement, he swings it open, revealing a trove of investigative tools. He meticulously extracts binoculars, a magnifying glass, a tape measure, a notepad, a pen, a small tin box, and rubber gloves. Each item is placed with precision on a coffee table, creating an intriguing tableau of detective essentials. Atop a folded tweedy material inside the chest, lies a photograph. Barney's fingers delicately lift the image, a moment captured in time, him adorned in a distinguished tweed suit, accepting a prestigious Private Investigator Award for his invaluable services to his previous community. A surge of nostalgia

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envelops him. Suddenly, his attention shifts as his fingers graze the back of the photo. Curiosity piqued, he flips it over, revealing handwritten words penned with love: "My darling Barney, my true hero. Love you, Hazel x"

INT. BATHROOM - DAY

Barney, determined and focused, stands before the bathroom

mirror, meticulously trimming his overgrown whiskers. His gaze is sharp, reflecting a sense of purpose.

25 INT. BARNEY'S HOME - DAY - LATER

Before a full length mirror, Barney is transformed. Fully dressed in a sharp tweed suit, complete with a hat and clutching a leather briefcase which has seen a few days, he exudes a newfound confidence. It's evident - this is the smartest he has looked in months.

BARNEY

(whispering to himself)

Just one more thing.

He strides purposefully to a cupboard in the hallway, retrieving a pair of green wellies. Returning to the mirror once more, he completes his ensemble.

BARNEY

(smiling)

Perfect.

26 EXT. GLADE - DAY

Barney, equipped with rubber gloves, stands amidst the stripped-bark trees in the glade. A few bark pieces and scattered acorns litter the ground. In a MONTAGE, he diligently inspects the scene gathering evidence. Squatting, he sniffs the bark, collects samples in a tin, and takes pictures with his phone. Using a magnifying glass, he scrutinizes the ground, measuring lines and examining small mounds. Curiosity sparks as he picks up an acorn and takes a cautious nibble.

Almost finished, and Barney's attention is drawn to a small, round, shiny object on the ground. Holding it up to the sunlight, he inspects it closely and places it carefully into his tin. More gathering and once satisfied with his evidence, he walks away, humming a tune, leaving the glade behind.

27 EXT. FOREST - LATER

Barney traverses a vast expanse of the forest, keenly observing the trees and the ground and taking more pictures. He encounters some playful rabbits in a meadow. With a friendly wave of his briefcase, he acknowledges the woodland inhabitants.

28 EXT. ARTS CENTRE - DAY

Arriving at the Arts Centre, Barney exhibits a newfound determination.

BARNEY

(to himself)

Ok... Let's do this!

Barney marches forward, ready to tackle whatever challenges lie ahead with purpose and resolve.

THE NEXT DAY:

29 INT. POST OFFICE - DAY

Barney strides into the post office, clutching a bunch of leaflets. The chicken, who had collided with him the day before, stands at the counter collecting a pile of mail. Spotting Barney, the chicken looks sheepish, attempting to retreat to the back of the room.

BARNEY

(firmly)

Look kid, unless you want me to report

you, I want you to do me a small

favour.

The chicken quickly nods in acknowledgment.

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BARNEY

(handing leaflets)

Drop these off at every household. Ok?

The chicken, now holding the leaflets, nods again.

BARNEY

But remember, this one is different

from the rest.

Handing over a specific leaflet.

BARNEY

Make sure you drop this one at the

Civic Centre. Do you understand?

CHICKEN

Yes, sir.

Barney heads towards the exit, profusely scratching his arms.

BARNEY

And be careful on that scooter, we

don't want any more incidents do we?

CHICKEN

No, sir.

Barney exits, leaving the chicken with a mission and a sense of responsibility.

30 INT. COUNCIL OFFICE - DAY

At the Civic Centre, Rufus lounges in his office chair, puffing on a rolled bark and sipping the berry bubbler. He peruses the leaflet delivered to him.

LEAFLET TEXT:

Art Centre, Nutswood proudly present a student production of "Barking Up The Wrong Tree" A poetic bard exploring the mysterious disappearing bark in the Nutswood Glade. Performance Starts 7.15pm.

Rufus smirks, finding amusement in the upcoming event.

RUFUS

Ah, this should be interesting. I

wonder if that clown Heavyfoot will be

there? Such an idiot. Now they will
see what a waste of time you are.

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Goodbye, Mr. Heavyfoot!

He buzzes the secretary, a smug satisfaction on his face.

RUFUS CONTD

Ring my wife and tell her I'll be late for dinner. I've got an important

event to attend.

With a self-assured grin, he takes a long drag on his rolled bark, relishing the moment and laughing as he anticipates the unfolding events.

31 INT. ARTS CENTRE HALL - NIGHT

The grand hall buzzes with anticipation as the clock strikes 7pm, an eclectic mix of woodland creatures filling every seat. Behind the stage curtains, Barney discreetly observes the crowd. Among them are Cookie, the beavers from Riggers Builders, the chicken, the owl from the library, students and volunteers. Goldtooth, the elusive rat, is noticeably absent. A display screen is at the centre of the stage while a Geeky student hedgehog NEWTON sits near a podium, adjusting a laptop.

As the murmurs settle into a hushed expectancy, Barney steps

into the spotlight, in front of the podium, instantly met with thunderous jeers.

VOICE 1

That's the guy... the guy from the

council.

VOICE 2

When are you going to clean up the

litter - it's a filth and a disgrace

to this community!

MR RIGGERS

What's happening with our planning

application? You've had it for months!

We need answers now.

COOKIE

And what's this about a rent rise?
It's disgraceful. The residents are
paying top rates as it is.

VOICE 3

You're just a bunch of robbers!

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FLASHBACK 6 MONTHS AGO:

32 INT. HOSPITAL - DAY

Hazel is on her death bed and Barney is holding her dying paw.

HAZEL

Never give up my love. Go shine.

Hazel closes her eyes.

33 INT. ARTS CENTRE HALL - NIGHT - PRESENT

Barney inhales deeply, steeling himself as he strides to the podium.

BARNEY

Calm down, ladies and gentlemen. I
promise you, I'll address your
concerns shortly. But I need your
patience.

VOICE 4

It better be good!

VOICE 5

We haven't got all night.

Barney asserts control, gradually quelling the restless audience.

BARNEY

(locking eyes with Cookie)

Grief is a terrible thing. I lost my

dear wife almost six months ago. In my

search for a distraction...

RIGGER BUILDER

What's that got to do with us? We've all lost someone and had to get over it!

COOKIE:

Give him a chance. The sooner he gets on with it, the sooner we can get answers.

BARNEY

...a distraction from the deep sorrow

I've felt.

He takes another deep breath.

BARNEY:

I'm Barney Lightfoot, not from the

council...

MR. RIGGERS

Who are you, then? This leaflet says

it's a council meeting.

BARNEY

Yes, I apologize. It was the only way

to gather you all here.

BARNEY

I am, in fact...

Jimmy Two Tails emerges, exposing Barney's true identity.

JIMMY TWO TAILS

An Investigator! He's a Private

Investigator!

BARNEY:

Thanks for the revelation, Jimmy. I

was wondering where you were hiding.

The audience falls into stunned silence.

BARNEY:

Jimmy's quite right. I was retired, soon after my wife died but I've

decided to revive this one thing I was good at. You can check my credentials on the council's website, it's all there.

Gasps of disbelief echo through the room.

VOICE 6:

What's this all about? Is this a joke?

Barney surveys the hall.

BARNEY:

We're waiting for the arrival of Mr.

Goldtooth, who IS from the council.

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He'll answer your questions. Trust me, he will. To ensure that, I need a favour from each and every one of you in this hall today...

He nods to Newton seated at the laptop.

BARNEY:

Are we ready with the HD thingy?

NEWTON:

HDMI connection, Yes Sir, ready.

BARNEY:

Then lets begin.

34 INT. ARTS CENTRE HALL - NIGHT - LATER

A palpable hush falls over the hall as the clock chimes 7.15pm. All eyes fixate on the entrance, awaiting the grand arrival of Rufus. In strides the enigmatic rat, punctual to the second, acknowledging the expectant gazes with a confident swagger. Taking a seat in the front row beside Mr. Riggers and his team of builders, Rufus plays the congenial host.

RUFUS:

(casually checking his Rolex)

Right on time, as expected. How's the family, Mr. Riggers?

Mr. Riggers' expression tightens into a thunderous scowl.

Barney, stationed at the podium, nods in acknowledgment of Rufus's entrance. The once central display screen has been discreetly shifted to the side of the stage.

RUFUS

And here stands our narrator. I see you've left detective work behind. Didn't take you long. Good decision.

BARNEY

Now that we're all assembled, let's

commence.

A conductor stands poised, orchestrating a group of music students and raises her arms, initiating a cascade of dramatic music that permeates the air. As the curtains

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gracefully part, a meticulous replica of Nutswood Glade is unveiled, a vibrant, colourful tapestry.

RUFUS:

(grinning slyly)

Well, well. This promises to be

entertaining.

The stage is set for a performance that transcends the surface, and the audience finds themselves drawn into a theatrical spectacle that holds more secrets than initially apparent. Tensions heighten, and the anticipation for what unfolds next is almost tangible. A lizard appears on the stage and assumes an expectant posture by the bare tree trunk, as if anticipating a momentous arrival. Enter a resplendent peacock, her plumage a vibrant display of colours. The lizard, enraptured, hastens towards her.

LIZARD

Oh, my love, I feared thou wouldst not

grace this sylvan stage, Each day
without thee felt an endless age.

PEACOCK

Nor could I bear a moment's parting, sweet, Our hearts entwined, destiny we shall meet.

They embrace passionately, exchanging a tender kiss. The peacock, enraptured by the surroundings, speaks of the idyllic beauty.

PEACOCK

Mark how this realm doth in beauty
shine, Nature's tableau, a love
divine.

They proceed to the tree trunk, hands clasped, never releasing their fervent hold.

LIZARD

Thou, my love, art the bloom that graces this bower, A symphony of love, in this enchanted hour.

The tree shakes and a fragment of bark descends from the trunk to the ground. The Lizard and Peacock rise, puzzled, gazing at the now exposed trunk and bare trees.

PEACOCK

Why, prithee, stand these trees so

stark, so bare?

The lizard, inquisitive, retrieves two distinct pieces of bark from the ground.

LIZARD:

And why these fragments, tell me if thou dare, One dark, the other

mottled, a tale to share?

35 INT. ARTS CENTRE HALL - NIGHT

As the stage plunges into frozen motionless silence, the spotlight falls on Barney as he holds aloft two distinct pieces of bark.

BARNEY:

(addressing the audience)

Ladies and Gentlemen, for those unversed in the language of poetic bard, allow me to elucidate. Here before you, two specimens of bark, one dark and the other much lighter and mottled. I discovered these two types of bark beneath the barren trees of Nutswood Glade. But our tale unfolds further...

RUFUS:

This is good, really good. Commendable

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narration Heavyfoot!

The actors on the stage seamlessly reanimate, engaged in the play by fervently sniffing each piece of bark.

PEACOCK:

Verily, strange it is, these scents

that do beguile,

LIZARD:

Thou art correct, one doth waft of

oak, the other eucalyptus' guile.

The puzzled actors freeze once more.

BARNEY:

(holding the bark)

In simpler terms, this bark embodies the shade and aroma of Oak, consistent with the nearby bare Oak trees. Yet, curiously, the other mottled bark bears the distinct signature of a Eucalyptus tree. The peculiar twist? Not a single Eucalyptus tree is in sight, no, not one in the entire forest. I traversed the woods for miles.

Barney nods to the actors to continue.

The peacock discovers a small shiny object on the ground and holds it up, scrutinizing it.

PEACOCK:

What gleaming trinket graces our

woodland floor?

LIZARD

(taking a closer look at the
object)

A celestial gem, or an earthly lore.
Let's unveil the tale it holds in
store.

LIZARD AND PEACOCK IN UNISON A woodland mystery to explore.

They freeze again, staring at the object.

Barney stands confidently at the podium, facing the audience. The atmosphere is tense.

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BARNEY

Put differently, the animal which

strategically positioned the

Eucalyptus bark has provided us with a

captivating clue, which I will elaborate shortly. And Mr Goldtooth, I want to clarify that I am an investigator not a narrator as you seem to have misunderstood.

RUFUS

(irritated)

Get on with it then! We don't want to hear this twiddle twaddle. Who's the culprit? We are all dying to know. The sooner people realize that this is a complete waste of time, the better. What kind of investigator looks at a ridiculous case like this anyway? The community will soon realize that you should be sent back to whence you came, and this town can be rid of your interfering antics for good.

He seeks approval from the crowd but is met with blank glares.

BARNEY

Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a
huge round of applause for our fine
actors, Felicity and Henry. Come
forward both, and take a bow.

Both actors come forward and take a deep bow.

BARNEY CONTD

And not forgetting the exquisite music performed by Nutwood's own Forest Harmonics Society

The conductor bows.

BARNEY CONTD

and the stage setting by the talented

Art Department.

The Art Department bunch stand up from the audience and also take a bow.

Barney pulls the display screen back across to centre stage.

BARNEY

I hope you enjoyed that fine
performance as much as I did. Now
then... Next slide please Newton,
let's look more closely at the
evidence.

36 INT. NUTSWOOD ARTS CENTRE - NIGHT

BARNEY

(holding a piece in the air)
Firstly, lets take a look at this
Eucalyptus bark.

Barney then points to each image on the screen one by one.

BARNEY CONTD

Eucalyptus used in drawing pencils, Eucalyptus used to enhance log fires, Eucalyptus used in pics for musical instruments. Eucalyptus used in bark rolls.

A nervous Jimmy Two Tails stands up.

JIMMY TWO TAILS

It wasn't me, I had nothing to do with

this.

BARNEY

(sternly)

Sit down, please.

MR. RIGGERS

And before you say that bark's used for building dams, let me make it clear that we only use fallen branches, twigs, just natural resources mate.

BARNEY

I am aware of that, Sir.

Barney points again to the screen.

BARNEY CONTD

And here's another use

An image showing Eucalyptus used in incense appliances.

BARNEY

But now lets focus on the evidence
which holds the utmost significance.
Next slide, please, Newton.

A small round shiny object appears on the screen.

BARNEY CONTD

This...

Whacks the pointer on the image.

BARNEY CONTD

shiny object was also discovered at

the scene

RUFUS

(confused)

What is this?

BARNEY

I was hoping you could tell us Sir.

Would you care to stand up?

RUFUS

(defiant)

What for? Certainly not!

BARNEY

No matter.

Barney gestures to Newton, prompting him to display footage from a camera onto the screen. The footage capture Rufus' arrival at the hall that evening revealing his stomach protruding through his jacket and a missing button.

RUFUS

(Stands up exposing his belly)

This is preposterous!

Barney signals to Newton to magnify the slide, displaying a close-up of the button bearing the initials RG.

RUPERT

(realising he's been caught out) So what? I put some pieces of bark by the tree. Hardly a crime, is it? What are you going to do, arrest me? I'm out of here!

The builders grab him and hold him back in his seat.

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MR RIGGERS

You're not going anywhere.

BARNEY

(interjecting)

Tampering with evidence at the scene of an incident is a grave matter that cannot be ignored. However, I can only surmise that the placement of this Eucalyptus bark was intended to implicate another and divert attention from my investigation into a second, more serious case.

RUFUS

(defensive)

What second case?

BARNEY

(slams his paws on the podium and

leans towards Rufus)
My second case Sir....The
misappropriation of Nutwoods
residents' accounts.

Barney instructs Newton to display a document headed "Nutswood Civic Centre," listing residents' names, their bank accounts, and transfers to the investment firm Nibbles Net Worth Inc. There's a large gasp from the crowd, and Rufus starts to sweat profusely.

RUFUS

(panicking)

Where did you get that from? You had

no right to rifle through my office.

BARNEY

What are you going to do, inform the

police? Feel free.

Two policemen animals step forward from the audience.

BARNEY

Now, Mr. Goldtooth, would you care to explain to the decent residents of Nutswood what you have been doing with their hard-earned money, or should I?

Barney signals Newton and slams the pointer on the slide.

BARNEY

In particular... this column here

Pointing to a column headed "Goldtooth's Commission

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Forecast." The rat freezes in fear, a small, frightened animal, as the crowd shifts to descend on him.

LATER:

Cheers erupt as Rufus is led out of the centre by the two police animals.

37 INT. NUTSWOOD ARTS CENTRE - NIGHT

The crowd anxiously murmurs, seeking answers.

VOICE

Will we get compensated for our

troubles?

BARNEY

(assuring)

The matter is in the hands of the police now, but I can assure you they will do all they can for each and every one of you.

A student steps forward.

STUDENT

But sir, you haven't completely solved the first incident... the case of the disappearing bark at the Glade.

BARNEY

(smiling)

Oh yes, how could I forget? Very

observant, young man. I do apologize.

Barney digs into his tin box and pulls out several pieces of light-coloured fur.

BARNEY

I found lots of these in the area,

amongst the branches and on the trunks

of the bare trees.

He scratches himself, agitated.

BARNEY

Excuse me. Those pesky ants!

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BARNEY CONTD

I went into the woods last night to

witness for myself.

CUT TO FLASHBACK:

38 INT. EERIE FOREST - NIGHT - GREEN NIGHT VISION

The camera, THE OBSERVER'S point of view, glides low through the dense, mist-laden forest. Leaves and twigs crunch beneath its steady movement. Shadows play among twisted trees, moonlight struggling through the canopy. A distant owl's hoot echoes, adding to the eerie ambiance. Unseen footsteps on dry foliage punctuate the night sounds. The camera swivels, capturing glimpses of elusive movements, heightening anticipation. Abruptly stopping, the camera tilts left, revealing gnarled branches. Tension grows; a subtle rustling ahead precedes a fleeting glimpse of a shadowy figure moving between trees. Cautious now, the camera pans, capturing eerie surroundings, building suspense. It halts, fixating on glowing eyes between trees -- otherworldly and unblinking. The creature, hidden in shadows, remains mysterious. The standoff intensifies, the creature's eyes radiate intelligence. An unspoken connection is felt. The air crackles with tension. The creature, motionless, holds the viewer in suspense. Just before revelation, CUT TO night vision binoculars held by squirrel paws, exposing the observer's perspective.

BARNEY

Its you!

BACK TO:

39 INT. ARTS CENTRE HALL - NIGHT

Barney walks to the side of the stage.

BARNEY

Ladies and gentlemen, I will now

reveal to you the true perpetrator of the case of the disappearing bark.

A student appears from behind the curtain with a bucket of hay in one hand and pulling a taut rope with the other. Slowly, the DEER is revealed, gracefully standing. The audience collectively gasps.

BARNEY

(smiling)

You see, this beautiful creature is

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not a culprit at all. She merely rubs against the tree to mark her

territory. The tree's bark then falls away and is carried away by ants.

The audience processes this revelation.

AUDIENCE MEMBER

Ants?

BARNEY

Yes, ants.

He scratches himself again.

BARNEY

I must have sat on an ants nest

yesterday while investigating. I must put some antihistamine cream on my to-do list.... You see, ants carry away the fallen bark to build their nests, it's nature's way of keeping our ecosystem in check.

The entire audience stands up and gives Barney a huge round of applause.

AUDIENCE

Bravo! Bravo!

40 INT. BARNEY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

2 MONTHS LATER:

Barney, now in more comfortable attire, sits on a plush new couch. The bandage has been removed from his paw, and he sips red berry wine while engrossed in a conservation program on TV. As he watches, his eyes grow heavier.

NEWS BULLETIN MONTAGE comes on the TV delivered by Nutswood Broadcasting Centre.

1. Nutswood Civic Centre: The newly appointed council, featuring an assortment of animals, grants planning permission for Riggers' dam. Smiley, happy builder beavers also shown.
2. Arts Centre Funding: Students and volunteers proudly hold up a giant funding cheque from Nutswood council made payable to the Arts Centre.

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3. Cookies Bakery Shop: Nutswood entrepreneur Cookie Mulligan opens Cookies Bakery Shop with compensation money.
4. Hero Private Investigator: A headline flashes - "Hero Private Investigator Barney Lightfoot saves Nutswood from Corruptive Activity."
5. Rufus Behind Bars: A shot of Rufus behind bars with the caption - "Dirty Rat Jailed for Embezzlement."

As the montage unfolds, Barney's eyes grow sleepier until he eventually dozes off.

CUT TO:DREAM SEQUENCE

In Barneys dream, Hazel appears, speaking warmly.

HAZEL

I'm so proud of you, Barney.

BARNEY

My love.

He is awakened by tapping on the window. Barney, still groggy, discerns the figure outside - Jimmy Two Tails, dressed in a onesie with a tag dangling off it, and his trademark trilby hat. Barney opens the window.

41 EXT. BARNEY'S WINDOW - NIGHT

JIMMY TWO TAILS

Hey Barns, how you doing?

A sleepy Barney groans.

JIMMY TWO TAILS

My better half has gone out..Kids' cousins....for a game of hide and squeak. Be gone ages. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanna watch a movie, being on your ownsome like me?

Holds up his phone.

JIMMY TWO TAILS CONTD
I've got action, thriller, horror,
gangster, anything you like. Got
dozens on my watchlist. What do you
say, buddy?