Behind them, a mock volcano smolders like a laid-off gypsy fan dancer. Camera 1 features distance shot of giant, weather-beaten cabbage, probably 30 feet across. As it zooms in, we discover that the vegetable is really a small, ramshackle house covered with green and purple vines. Hopping off the stilts, he rings the bell, pushes open the door and enters. Cut to camera 3, house interior.
Camera shows one large room, sparsely furnished.
The wallpaper motif is of musical notestems careening in different directions, as if M.C. Escher had written a four-dimensional fugue. Five men and four women perch on a large beanbag sofa in the center of the room. On six small tables in front of them are unopened packets of pencils, tubular erasers and stacks of manuscript paper. A tap in the corner slowly drips water, presumably, onto a plate in the sink, creating an aggravating anti-rhythmic pulse. One of the men opts to take matters into his own hands and waltzes over to the basin.