"Bam! Whadda hell!" Vito exclaimed, looking up at Bam who had just pushed Ryan's couch over the second story railing into the room down below. "Ya coulda killed me!" Bam cackled, before yelling down to Vito:

"Vito, calm down! We're just doing some remodeling!"

"That's not remodeling ya recklyst peesa blasddnb ognin! Jeez!" Bam couldn't stop laughing along with Raab and Glomb, both of which had helped Bam in getting the couch up to the second floor and pushing it over. Ryan walked into the lower hall, removing his sunglasses, observing where the couch had crashed, hearing Vito's yelling and some familiar laughter. Taking his glasses of, Ryan yelled up to Bam,

"Dude, really? I fucking paid for that couch!"

"Well I paid for it to get shipped over here. Plus, you said that I could do whatever I wanted with that piece-of-shit couch!"

"Yeah, but I didn't mean this!"

"Oooh, first argument as a couple!" Raab yelled in a

"We're not arguing!" Ryan yelled back at Raab, sighing afterwards. "It's just a misunderstanding." Glomb and Raab gave each other a look, like they both knew that Ryan was lying through his teeth. Well, it was already pretty obvious that he was. "Bam, you better fucking get me a new couch."

"Don't worry, Ry, I will, calm down." Bam assured him. Bam's words didn't help him; his anger was still there. He knew he shouldn't be this upset about an admittedly shitty couch, but Ryan still held on to the reason– or maybe the excuse?– that the crappy couch was important to him because he paid for it with his own money. He tried his best to brush off his anger as he walked up the stairs to greet Glomb and Raab.

"When the hell'd you two monkeys get here?" Ryan greeted them both one-armed hugs.

"'Bout half an hour ago." Raab told Ryan.

"Apparently," Glomb started, "something good happened when we weren't around, judging by what Bam's saying." Ryan immediately glared at Bam.

"Dude, did you seriously fucking tell them about what happened at my apartment? That's private shit, Bam-"

"No– Ry, Ry– I didn't tell them that."

"Oooh, what happened?" Raab pried.

"Nothing, Raab." Ryan said with annoyance, and tinged with relief.

"While you were out," Bam continued, "we got a call from some guys at who work for some skateboarding magazine."

"Big Brother magazine." Glomb chimed in.

"Yeah, yeah, Big Brother. Anyways, they somehow saw some of our stuff, and they liked it. They mentioned something about the possibilities of making a TV show out of it." Ryan couldn't shut his jaw.

"Seriously?! What d'you say to them?"

"I said I'd talk it over with you guys."

"I think we should do it." Glomb said. "I mean, it sounds like a really good thing. Plus, a TV show /could/ help get CKY out there."

"You think so?" Bam asked.

"Yeah, man. Definitely."

"This is huge, man!" Raab exclaimed.

"Did they leave a number you could call?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. I wrote it down."

"Well let's go call 'em!" Raab yelled.

"Wait, wait, wait– what about Rake and Dico? Did you talk to them about it?"

"It's fine, Ry. I'll call 'em later. Alright, let's go do this!" The three of them stared at Bam as he took out a slip of paper and dialed the number on it. As this was happening Raab, being the excited little kid that he is, was annoying the hell out of Bam about putting it on speakerphone so that they all could hear.

"Shh, shut up, Raab!" Glomb told him. "It's ringing." Soon enough, a man picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, yeah, we're calling back about an offer someone made to us earlier?" Bam explained. "My name's Bam Margera."

"Ah, Bam, hi. Yeah, you spoke to me earlier. Jeff Tremaine."

"Hi, Jeff!"

"Raab, shut up, man." Bam told him, hitting his shoulder. "Sorry, a few of the guys from the crew are here, and one of 'em's an idiot." Jeff laughed.

"It's okay. We're pretty used to idiots around here. Actually, speaking of, we've got at least two picked out already that could really help out with the show idea we were speaking about earlier. Now, you did tell your friends about the show, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course."

"Good. Well, we were thinking of flying you guys out here to California to meet them. That sound alright?" The guys all agreed.

"Perfect. We might have you guys do some work with them while you're out here– you know, just to shoot a few skits. It'll all most likely end up being in a pilot episode that we'll end up pitching to networks."

"Cool." Bam replied. "Sounds great."

"Great. While I still have you here, do you have any questions for me?" Glomb answered Jeff immediately.

"Yeah, what are the guy's names?"

"Oh, uh," there was the sound of paper rustling before Jeff gave his answer, "Johnny Knoxville, who I've met a few times before– he's done some stuff for us here a few times– and a guy who goes by the name of Steve-O."

"Alright," Glomb continued, satisfied with Jeff's answer, "and when does our flight leave?"

"We'll call this number when we've got that stuff set up for you guys."

"Awesome." Bam said, finishing the conversation. "Alright, thanks."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Who else is psyched?!" Raab asked after the tell–tale hang–up click was heard.

"Yeah!" Bam replied, shoving Raab playfully.