(Disclaimer: I don't own Bones and I don't think I'm going to pull this off, but no one else was going to think of it. So, we all remember the stupid walker thing from the Princes in the Plastic, right?)

Inside the loony bin, Zack sat waiting. He didn't have to wait long. The door opened and Hodgins came in.

"Hodgins what. . ." Zack started, getting up. He stopped and changed questions when he saw Hodgins dragging a box in. He'd certainly never done that before. "What is that?"

"This," Hodgins said, lifting the box up higher. "Is a baby walker. Angela wants it for Michael, she's been trying to build it all day."

He dropped the box full of walker parts.

Zack frowned. "And Angela can't put it together?"

"Angela can't put it together, I can't put it together, Doctor Brennan can't," Hodgins ran through the list. The last one seemed to catch Zack off guard. "Forget King of the Loony Bin, you will be King of the World if you fix this. And Angela might kill us both if this doesn't work. So come on, your turn."

Hodgins pulled out the instructions and held them out. Zack didn't take them.

"Why would I know how to build a baby walker?" he asked.

"Well you had what, eight siblings?"

"Seven," Zack corrected.

"Right, so you had to have been around baby toys at some point or another."

Hodgins held out the instructions again.

"I never really paid attention to the making. . ." Zack said.

He took the instructions anyway. He looked at them and frowned.

"These instructions don't make any sense."

Hodgins ignored him. He sat down and started taking pieces of the baby walker out.

Zack continued. "How do I attach D4 to learning?"

"I'd be more worried about which piece is D4," Hogdins muttered.

Zack sat down next to him. "Maybe, the instructions are in some kind of code. . ."

Hodgins lost track of the time between when that happened and when he had to leave. In between they'd talked, about the case, life in the loony bin, Michael. The first time Hodgins had talked about Michael, he'd had to explain why Vincent was his middle name. It was the most he'd ever said about any of the interns.

And of course, they argued about how the walker went together.

"You've put the wheel on backwards," Hodgins said.

"Wheels are symmetrical, it makes no difference how they're attached," Zack argued.

"Well that might be true if the wheel's hole was in the center." Hodgins poked a the wheel.

"If the hole was not in the center how would it roll?"

At that moment they were cut off by an orderly coming in. Both stopped what they were doing and looked towards him.

"Oh is it time to go?" Hodgins asked.

"It was time to go about half an hour ago," the orderly replied. Then he smiled. "It was really just funny watching you try and put this thing together."

"I fail to see the humor," Zack said.

"Okay, I am not your entertainment service," Hodgins said. "Unless you can put this walker together."

The orderly looked at the bits and pieces of baby walker now all over the room.

"I don't think so," he said.

He stepped out.

"We have to put all the pieces back in the box," Zack pointed out.

"Oh yeah, didn't think about that. . ." Hodgins frowned at the box and partially assembled walker.

Then the two had to scramble to take it back apart enough to fit it in the box.

"Well Zack, thanks," Hodgins said after the last piece was in the box.

"For what?" Zack asked. "I didn't build your walker."

"No, but no one else could either," Hodgins said. He picked up the box and walked to the door. "And this was the first time trying was fun."