Meanwhile, at the Buttowski residence, Harold and Honey where playing a quiet game of Monstropoly. Harry was just about to cross the finish line with his Missing Link.

Harold: MONSTROPOLY! Suck on that!

Honey: Hey, that's not fair! You always beat me at this dumb game!

Harold: It's not my fault you're such a sore loser!

Honey: And you always go straight to the teleporter!

Harold: If only you wasted your money on that ufo like I told you to, but nooooo, you had to be so danged greedy!

They kept arguing when the doorbell rang, and Harry went to open it, giving his wife the "I'm watching you" look. When he opened the door, a pair of strong arms reached in, almost squeezing him to death. After 10 seconds, the arms belonging to Magnus Magnuson, Gunther's father, finally let go.

Magnus: BWAR! Hi, Harry.

Harold: Magnus, what a nice surprise. Listen, if it is about that wedgie I gave you when we were kids, it was...IT WAS ALL HONEY'S IDEA! IT WAS HER IDEA, NOT MINE!

Magnus: Relax, Harry. I was only going to ask if I could borrow an egg-beater. Helga is going to bake her world-famous lingonberry muffins for the bazaar on saturday.

Harold: Oh, of course, the egg-beater. Come in, have a seat, I'll go get it!

Magnus entered the Buttowski mansion while Harry went up to the attic to get the egg-beater.

Honey: Hello, Magnus, care to join us in a game of Monstopoly?

Magnus: I'm not really into board games.

Honey: It's not a board game, it's a...uh...Battlesneegen contest!

Magnus: Ohhh?

Honey: Yesss, and the person with the most points wins a...a free battle in Fjordsdryk!

Magnus: Well, in that case...BWAR BWAR BWAR!

Meanwhile, Kick were thinking about what gift to buy for Kendall.

"I could get her a book on poetry, but she probably has a million of those already" Kick thought. "How about a dictionary? No no no, it's gotta be something that expresses my true feelings for her!"

Kendall: Kick, what are you thinking about?

Kick: Oh, uh, nothing. Just wondering if a guy were to surprise you with a gift, what would he get you?

Kendall: He wouldn't have to buy it, as long as he expresses his true feelings for me.

Kick: And how would he go about doing that?

Kendall: Sing it!

Kick: I'm trying, but it's hard when I don't know! I mean "HE doesn't know"!

Kendall: No, I mean sing your true feelings for me.

Kick: What makes you think I'm talking about me?

Kendall: Come on, Kick, don't you think I know you better than this? Seriously, Clarence, you're like the worst liar.

Kick: Alright, fine! It IS me I'm talking about! I've been crazy about you since the day we met. You'll see I will find the perfect song that expresses my true feelings for you.

Kendall: I'll be waiting!

Meanwhile, Harry had accidentally locked himself in the attic while lookin for the egg-beater. After hours and hours of unsuccessfully looking through the attic, Harry tried the door, only to see that the lock was stuck.

Harold: Aw biscuits, how did I manage to lock myself in THIS TIME?

He found a basketball in the mess, thinking he'd try to hit the net hung up on the wall.

Harold: Let's see if I can hit a 3-pointer!

He held the ball with both hands, took aim and threw it at the basket. But instead of hitting the basket, it bounced off the wall and knocked him out, making him fall to the floor.

Harold: Ughhh, did anyone get the number on that flying basketball...?

The ball continued to bounce out the window and hit a random person on the head.

Random guy: AW COME ON!