Mural Room Smoke Alarms

Josh and Sam wrestle three rough sticks into a slanting tripod peak over the Mural Room fireplace, limbs scraping and locking at a shared center point, the fragile rig teetering under their bickering hands. Fingers probe joints for stability amid rapid-fire quips on fire starters—dried leaves, crumpled newspaper—until Donna's urgent barge scatters focus, leaving the half-erected frame humming with comedic potential for imminent collapse.