There's a mysterious couple who live up in the woods. One is a midget covered in tattoos you can't quite pin an age on who used to work at a circus in Ohio (which was closed down years ago), and the other is a pink haired seven year old girl who's about as tame as a pissed off Monkey inside your China cabinet breaking dishes over its own head laughing at you. But, why would they live in a tree house and carry PINK Swords! The town drug lord is goanna find out why you need to be nice to short strangers, while the head Cop John Polanski does nothing more than watch it all happen before his eyes. Sixty something Morty Finkelstein owns a corner market with the only gas station in town. He's happy with his lot in life and loves his wholesome yet beautiful wife, Pam. The question is, is she having an affair with the old ex-Marine who lives in a trailer in the back of the store? Not likely. Sam, is in his seventies and is into beer and cigarettes and nightmares of the old war. But, if she's not doing something below board, what are they talking about so much lately that they're keeping from her husband Morty? In the meantime, hubby is routinely busy minding the store, as usual. He trusts Pam. Morty's birthday is coming up, and there's goanna be one big surprise waiting for him. And, it's slightly more than cake, ice cream, and presents. She always plans a surprise party each year.This one's a darker birthday he'll never forget! That is, if he shows up... Morty always forgets his birthday is coming up. And, sometimes he drifts off and no one can find him. Must be the Marijuana. He doesn't know how his life is soon goanna be changed forever. But, if your reality changes, you might not care, depending upon how much Pot you smoke. Although he's a small businessman now, he's still an easy going beer bellied Hippie from the nineteen sixties at heart who's bald on top with long grey hair on the sides. Life can get strange; what's real can get obscured. It can spin out of control when you aren't watching. Morty's a nice guy, but there's not enough Pot in the world that can save him from what's coming. Take a walk up the trail across the street from Morty and Pam Finkelstein's store. Then, if you dare, walk into the dark wooded forest, climb up the rope ladder straight to the tree house door and knock on it hard. Never underestimate anyone who carries a two foot blade of sharp hardened steel. This ain't no kid's tree house.