On London's west-side, Ms C was under attack. Her garden, more specifically. The Sharks on either side were neglecting their gardening duties, meaning that their vegetation was encroaching into her garden. She was very displeased. She took pride in the appearance of her garden and despite being too old to look after it now, Ms C made sure that others maintained it well.

Ms C was worried for the health of the Jet's foot soldiers who came to fight her corner. It was a sweltering afternoon, but the Jets were ready and Ms C's garden was actually pleasantly shady. Velma went to the south side to fight the common ivy that was growing through the fence, while Riff set up on the north side where Persian ivy was growing over the top of the barrier and onto her shed roof. Choppers at the ready, the Jets fought methodically to remove the Shark ranks from Ms C's lawn, clearing them out by the end of the task.

Ms C was fair when it came to territory. She didn't want the Sharks on her turf and she didn't want Jet equipment bothering the Sharks either. At the back of her garden, a trellis had veered into neighbouring land and she wanted to do right by reeling it back in. Riff went into the neutral territory of the back alley to see what could be done. He found some branches blocking the trellis' return which were quickly removed and some screws that weren't doing anything. A trip for tools found a Phillips screwdriver and the screws were put into action, straightening the trellis up.

Ms C should be safe for a while, until the next rumble shakes things up again.