Plan Nine Year Olds

Work, work, work, is what the Flemington siblings did to wile away the hours at night, planning, planning. Planning to take over the mayor's office. Take away the merry go round and sliding board! Say, kids got hurt? They'd show them hurt. They'd hurt them way more than any swingset toppling ever could. Liability and suing? Hell, wait until Mayor Drummond got a taste of this puppy: a battery-powered automatron hellbent on electrocution. Then maybe they'd negotiate, once the frying subsided and the crispy aroma of roast Mayor brought her to their level, a level that wanted their tire swings back.