The neighborhood play-war.
Four boys chase an ice cream truck they can’t find. They team up to track it and run into four preppy boys they first think are friends because they look just like them.
It’s a few blocks over. Different school. Not friendly. Then it’s on: a play-war, played completely seriously. Regular kids on Murrays and Huffys versus preppy kids on GTs. Water balloons, Super Soakers, wiffle bats, tennis rackets, a shovel of dirt — until it’s about to go face-to-face.
Henry calls a truce. They all agree immediately. A mom comes home, doesn’t notice the war, and hands out a king-size box of orange creamsicles. Then they play home run derby together.
They were more alike than different. They make peace, become friends, live happily ever after.
It’s a 9-minute short on purpose: a scene with a beginning, a middle, an end, a climax, and a resolution, like any movie. Late-summer afternoon glow. A longer-than-normal day. Nothing but fun ahead. Every moment’s worth.
In the spirit of Dennis the Menace, The Little Rascals, and Home Alone.