He had gotten himself into a perdiciment again. Warren P. Cheswick always found a way to embarass himself to the point of insanity. By running down the hallway yelling, "I'm the god of all my domain!" Warren had completely lost all attention from Jessica Martel. It seemed that Warren and Mark wanted to try a bet system. They would bet each other a buck to do weird things. Warren decided that the ritual between Ed and Dr. Mike was pretty cool. Warren just had no clue what to do after he made a complete tonto(Spanish for silly or stupid)moron out of himself. He realized while Jessica ignored him, that he may have feelings for another.

That's when he headed to the bowling alley. Ed was always good at advice and today he needed it desperatly. He walked in with his head down in order to avoid Phil who was wildly singing, "Come on Over" by Christina Agulara. Warren felt a little better thinking that he looked about 12 times less stupid when he did his bet. He walked into Ed's office to see him burried in papers.

Warren: Ed! Hey, I need your help!

Ed: Hey, Warren take a seat.

Warren: I'm in a bit of a bind.

Ed: What can I do for you?

Warren: Well, I made a fool of myself in front of

Jessica. I was mad but I just realized something...

Ed: What?

Warren: I think I like Diane.

Ed: Huh?

Warren: Ed, how do you know what girl is right for you?

Ed: You just do.



Warren: Ok but what if you like the hottest girl in the world and you want her to death but there's another girl who's just so sweet.

Ed: I, uh...here. Let me use my shoe analogy again.

Warren: What shoe analogy?

Ed: Let me explain. You have two pairs of shoes Warren. One is a fancy pair of platforms. Very "special occasion" shoes. And then you have a pair of comfortable tennis shoes. Which one would you pick?

Warren: The tennis shoes.

Ed: You have your answer.

Warren: But can't fancy shoes be comfortable?

Ed: Sometimes but it's hard to keep that pair of fancy shoes nice and clean like new. With the tennis shoes you don't care as much if they get dirty.

Warren: Why do you wear the fancy shoes?

Ed: Sometimes they get recycled and begin to fit a little better. Besides, not all fancy shoes are as fancy as you think. They're even better when worn than at first glance.

Warren: Thanks Ed. I have to go and try on some shoes!

Ed: Bye Warren.

Warren: Peace out!

With that Warren left the room. Little did they both know, Carol had been outside the door hiding during the entire discussion. She walks in with a big grin on her face.

Carol: Hey!

Ed: HO! How long were you there?

Carol: For awhile I guess.

Ed: You didn't hear anything did you?

Carol: No, I can't say I did.

Carol heard everything. She just wanted to play the game. That's what made their relationship more exciting.

Ed: So, what's up? What are you doing here.

Carol: I thought you could use company AND DON'T use the whole hooker thing. It's not as funny as you think.

Ed: Fair enough. Hey!

Carol: Ho!

Ed: (laughing) I was thinking we should go away for the weekend. What do you think?

Carol: Ed, what...

Ed: No, you, me, Mike, Nancy, and Molls. I think we

need to take Molly's mind off of Jim.

Carol: I think I could. That might work.

Ed: Great!

Carol: Where did you have in mind?

Ed: I don't know. I had a condo in mind.

Carol: Where?

Ed: Flordia

Carol: What? Ed we...

Ed: It's already arranged. We got a huge one on the beach in Palm Springs.

Carol: For two days.

Ed: No, I asked Dennis to give you and Molls Friday and Monday off and he agreed.

Carol: Really, doesn't he know that it's just for us, I mean, you know, Molls, Nancy, Mike, you, and I?

Ed: No, I told him that we had another funeral to attend but I'll work.

Carol: Ed he's my...

Ed: I'm just kidding. You better pack tonight. We leave in the morning.

Carol: Oh, ok...(Carol says while leaving)

Ed: Oh and Carol!

Carol turns around.

Ed: Where the bikini!

Carol: Sometimes I wanna smack you.

Ed: Anytime.

Carol laughs and goes out the door occassionally looking back at him. Ed smiles to himself. This is gunna be a great vacation.