Meanwhile up in Beaver's room, he and Richard Rickover were going through baseball cards and talking about nothing in particular.
"Hey Beav, what do you think Wally's doing at that dance tonight?" Richie asked.
"Gee I dunno Richie, dancing I guess." Beaver assumed.
"You mean with an actual girl, like holding hands and stuff?" Richie implied.
"Yea I know, it makes me wanna puke too!" Beaver added.
"Hey I just got an idea!" Richie declared.
"What is it?" Beaver wondered.
"What if we go to that dance and see what all of the fuss is about?" Richie suggested.
"You mean we should 'crash' the senior dance?" Beaver questioned.
"Sure Beav, why not?" Richie replied.
"Hmm, I guess it could be fun." Beaver assumed.
"Of course it will, we'll get to make fun of that dopey brother of yours!" Richie insisted.
"Yea, you're right Richie-it will be fun!" Beaver agreed, "Way fun!" He added.
"We'll have to sneak out through the bedroom window so my dad doesn't catch us." Beaver instructed.
"What's he doing anyway?" Richie inquired.
"Ah he's doing 'Sinatra' with the other adults." Beaver replied.
"Grown-ups sure are weird." Richie observed.
"You got that right." Beaver agreed. "Let's hurry or we're gonna miss it!" He added.
Beaver pushed open the window and climbed out one foot at a time. He paused, then froze up completely when he saw the ground from the bedroom window.
"Hey Richie…"
"Yea Beav?" Richie answered.
"I don't think this is such a good idea after all." Beaver admitted.
"Oh come on, don't be such a baby!" Richie teased, giving Beaver a small 'encouraging' push.
"I am NOT a 'baby'!" Beaver argued, losing his balance and tumbling backwards off of the awning and onto the ground below. Richie stuck his head out of the window and peered down at Beaver who appeared to be alive, but twitched like a recently squashed bug.
"Hey Beav, you okay?" Richie asked.
"My arm, I think it's broken Richie!" Beaver cried.
"Just hang in there, we'll see the school nurse at the dance!" Richie exclaimed as he crawled out the window and carefully scaled down the side of the house using the rain gutter for support.
"OW my arm!" Beaver screamed, "YOU broke it!" He accused.
"No Beav, you're the one who fell remember?" Richie corrected him, "We'd better hurry if we want to make it to the dance!"
"Oh yea!" Beaver groaned as he staggered, trying to get to his feet.
Meanwhile at a McDonald's, Wally and Eddie sat at a booth while they waited to be served.
"Gee Eddie, should I get Mary-Ellen something too?" Wally wondered.
"Get her a 'happy meal' and she'll smile like a million bucks!" Eddie guaranteed.
The waitress, 'Cindy Andrews' strolled up to the guy's booth in her roller skates and greeted them with a smile.
"What will it be guys?" She asked with a smile.
"One happy meal to go, please!" Wally hesitated.
"No dummy that's not it!" Eddie chided.
"What?" Wally replied.
"What about 'our' food?" Eddie asked.
"Sorry." Wally Apologized, "Three happy meals to go please!" Wally ordered.
"Coming right up 'cutie pie'!" She said with a giggle as she rolled away, back to the counter on her skates.
Eddie sat there drumming the table with his fingers and shaking his head,
"What's up doc?" He inquired.
"Huh?"
"What's wrong with you?" Eddie asked.
"Sorry Eddie. It's just this whole thing with Mary-Ellen, it's gotten me all nervous and junk." Wally explained.
"I dated her you know." Eddie said with a wink and a sleazy grin.
"Get out!" Wally snarled, "You better not have!" He threatened Eddie with a balled up fist and an evil glint in his eye.
"Not 'her', HER!" Eddie said motioning to Cindy the waitress.
"Oh yeah, well so has everyone else in the senior class, and then some!" Wally exclaimed relieved.
"Even you?" Eddie wondered. Wally kept quietly to himself and twiddled his thumbs while looking around the restaurant.
"Why you rat!" Eddie screamed, reaching across the table with arms outstretched and opened hands ready to strangle, "You cheating son of a…"
"Here are your happy meals boys." Said a bald older man dryly, in a nice black suit, it was the manager of the McDonalds.
"You son of a nice person you are Wallace." Eddie cooed as he patted Wally's shoulder and pretended to swipe dust off of it.
"Cut it out Eddie!" Wally threatened with a giggle.
"Can you boys take your monkeyshines somewhere else; we don't normally have 'your kind' of customers in this establishment anyway." asked the manager.
"Yes sir." said Wally. "We were just on our way out." He added.
As the boys departed from the booth together and approached the door, the older manager waved to them,
"You boys have fun now, you hear?" He said with a big wink and creepy wide joker-like grin.
Eddie and Wally walked and ate their baby cheeseburgers and French fries and talked about hot 'TV moms'.
"So who do you think is hot?" Wally asked Eddie.
"Laura Petrie." Eddie said immediately.
"Don't you mean 'Mary Tyler Moore'?" Wally corrected.
"No, Laura Petrie – you asked me which 'TV mom' I thought was hot, not which 'TV actress' was hot." Eddie replied.
"Alright, whatever!" Wally scoffed.
"What about you, who do you have the hots for?" Eddie asked, rubbing his elbow against Wally's and making cartoon wolf noises.
"Uh gee I don't know, 'Lucy Ricardo' I guess?" Wally guessed.
"What you 'guess' you like redheads?" Eddie snickered.
"Okay, okay I love redheads, and I think Lucy is the bomb!" Wally admitted.
"Atta boy!" Eddied applauded, "See? Wasn't hard to admit was it?" Eddie said with a rooster-like cawing laugh.
"Okay Haskell, cut it out before I slug you!" Wally threatened.