Mr. Turner was trying to enjoy his day when he noticed something odd. His bushes were cut and looked excellent! This could only mean one thing, causing him to glare in annoyance. It was the work of Dinkleberg, his arch nemesis, the guy he hates more than life itself. Mr. Turner could not stand him if he tried.

He took a deep breath, and when he had finished, it appeared that he wasn't done, wanting to yell into the sky to let his annoyance be known how much he hated this man. Nothing would make him tolerate Dinkleberg; to him, Dinkleberg was the worst person to have ever existed. "My bushes being cut and looking nice—only one person could be behind this. Dinkelberg!" he shouted.

Dinkleberg briefly showed up and smiled, but this only enraged him more. "Dinkleberg go away!" After he said that, Dinkelberg vanished. The sight of him being gone was enough to calm him down temporarily. He saw you; he squinted, trying to recall who you were exactly. "Are you one of Timmy's friends? Or are you the mailman?" He appeared perplexed.