The moment Marco let go of little Ollie's hand, the man in the little kid's body began to plot an escape.
For starters, David had no right to make him endure attendance in pre-school. The embarrassment of his situation was intolerable to the man trapped in little Ollie's body. He ignored the other kids and made his way around the fenced perimeter of the daycare's playground as swiftly as his little legs could transport him. To his despair, the fence surrounding the area loomed twice his height. He almost despaired when he saw one of the employees swing open the gate. Unfortunately for him, she remembered to latch the gate behind her.
Ollie gazed across the playground toward the gate. The gate didn't look that complicated, but adults would surely notice one of the kids trying to exit through the gate unescorted. He fell back to looking for other means of escape. That's when he saw the red and yellow plastic hut — a child's version of a miniature house. The house stood a few feet from the edge of the fence, but his heart soared. If he could simply push the house closer to the fence, then climb onto the roof, he could drop over the fence onto the other side — and freedom! He was a long way from his home, but he would worry about that later.
He ran excitedly to the house and braced his shoulder against the structure, which didn't budge. A simple play house was too heavy for his puny body to move. "No!" Ollie cried in sheer frustration. "No!"
That's when he saw Parker and Peter. Could he put the twins to work helping him with his escape plans? With their united strength, moving the house a few feet across level ground would be a piece of cake.
"Peter!" Ollie called out in a manner of feigned friendliness. "Parker! Could you give me a hand?"