Fir Not


 * (Grandpa Piggley is raking up the leaves while Sean and Seamus are playing basketball.)
 * Sean: YEAH! Here I go, here I go!
 * Seamus: You can't get it!
 * Sean: Ha! I'm driving to the basket!
 * Grandpa Piggley: Go get him, Sean! Take it to the basket!
 * (Sean and Seamus run to the basketball basket. Sean is dribbling the basketball.)
 * Grandpa Piggley: Oh, JAKERS! Oh, great move!
 * Ciara: (offscreen) SEAN! SEAMUS!
 * Grandpa Piggley: Heh, sounds like we've got a bit of excitement, huh?
 * Ciara: (onscreen) Just look at this.
 * (Cuts to muddy footprints on the porch.)
 * Ciara: (offscreen) Mud all over my nice, clean floors!
 * (Sean and Seamus run to Ciara.)
 * Sean: I didn't do it.
 * Seamus: Me neither.
 * Ciara: So the mud came up the stairs and into the house all by itself then, did it?
 * Sean: I don't know.
 * Seamus: Maybe Grandpa did it.
 * (Sean and Seamus continue playing basketball.)
 * Grandpa Piggley: (chuckles) Hold on, now. Don't be blaming it on me!
 * Ciara: Well then, if it wasn't the boys and it wasn't you, who was it?
 * Grandpa Piggley: That leaves only one thing it could be. We've been visited by a Fir Darrig.
 * Sean: Fir Jarry?
 * Seamus: Fir Jagger?
 * Grandpa Piggley: Fir Darrig. Are you lads ever going to learn to speak me language?
 * Sean: Grandpa, what is a... that thing you said?
 * Grandpa Piggley: Oh, they're trouble. That's what they are. Have I never told you the time a Fir Darrig called me a mighty problem?