There was still so much more catching up to do for Drake and his dad. As a matter of fact, they went to go see a movie with Josh. "Okay dad, this is Steve." Drake said. "Watch out for him. They don't ca him Crazy Steve for nothing.:

"Drake," Josh scolded him.

"No no, it's fine Josh." Crazy Steve said, "I get that all the time when I meet people around me, and my friends. So, you're Drake's dad?"

"I thought Walter was your dad?"

"Pfft. Walter is so not my dad." Drake scorned about him some more. "He's Josh's dad and my stepdad."

"Oh." Crazy Steve sounded calm. His demeanor changed instantly and he exclaimed: "DID I MISS SOMETHING?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR REAL DAD?!"

Derek was taken aback by that outburst and he didn't know how to exactly respond to it. "Right well... I was in prison and... I didn't have so much time to have with Drake then."

"YES! THANK GOD I FOUND ANOTHER PAROLEE BESIDES ME!" Steve shouted.

A Mexican customer went up to steve to ask for some more popcorn, but he was only talking in Spanish, and Steve didn't know what he was exactly saying to him. The Mexican man kept babbling on and on and Steve didn't really know what he was saying:

At last, Crazy Steve shouted at the top of his lungs: "I CAN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU'RE SAYING!"

This outburst caused the man to run off in terror and Steve turned his attention back to the three. "So, what kind of movie would you like to see today?"

"Uhh.. we were going to see Biker in 3D." Drake said, "three tickets, please?"

"Sure thing, Drake." Then Steve gave the three the tickets to watch the movie they wanted to see. Derek bought himself and the boys drinks and a high bucket of popcorn while they enoly themselves in the movie.

Derek looked back at Steve while going down a corridor: "so, what's wrong with him?"

"No one knows." Josh replied. "Crazy Steve's been in jail and on Parole two times."

"You need to be very careful with him, especially on Mondays, because he can he a ticking crazy bomb. He's like... he's like..."

"A loose cannon?" Josh helped him

"Yeah! Exactly! Helen called the SWAT team on hin about five weeks ago for smashing ten movie screens with a sledgehammer hammer."

Drake's father couldn't help but chuckle hearing that. "Wow. He is a loose cannon if he did that before."

"That's a light way to put it, Derek." Josh said. The three went in the left and last screen room where the biker movie was about to start at. No one really liked watching the previews first, but it was something that the theatres have to show before showing the actual movie like this.

The movie was even better in 3D, and the graphics kept getting better and better. Inside, Frake was very happy to spend time with his real father and bot Walter (for once, that is).

Meanwhile

Walter was still in his wheelchair and still moping about what Drake said about him not being his true father. He was just sitting and eating some ice cream with chocolate syrup in it, and watched the weather channel that came on today earlier.

It was Bruce Winchell, Walter's competitor and hated rival whom use a grudge on for a long time for being a better men then him (and better looks). "Today we are looking for some rain showers tomorrow," Bruce said on the TV screen. "And I am not talking like my bumbling rival, Walter Nichols here."

Walter cringed hearing that and gritted his teeth. "Grrr. Bruce Winchell." He narrowed his eyes at the screen. He flicked the next channel and saw that Full House was on.

Audrey came in the dining room with a laundry basket in her hands, and she was folding Walter's shirts and khaki pants. She noticed him sighing in a depressed sigh and he was still slowly eating his ice cream.

"Walter, stop moping." She urged him. "Come on. You know Drake didn't mean what he said."

"Oh yeah?" Walter said. "Why did he even say it?"

"I told you, he was just mad. I'm very sure he didn't mean what he said."

"Yes he did, Audrey. He is the most ungrateful boy ever born."

"But, what if we were wrong about the Steered Straight program after all?"

"Okay, granted, the burglar stealing the police car thing caught us by surprise, but the boys need to know discipline in responsibility."

"Look, it's not just that." Audrey added. "But, what if they're right about Megan being a bad seed?" she was slowly starting to feel guilty, and her voice was showing it, too."

"Ah, the boys are just telling us lies about Megan. Look at her. She's a bundle of joy. I just can't believe Drake had the nerve to kick me in the family jewels." Resentment and anger for Drake was coming back to him, jabbing him like a fresh cut. "I just don't know how this can get any worse."

Just then, the doorbell rang and Audrey was the one who answered it. She gasped when she was meeting someone that she had never thought would come to the house. "Hello. Is Walter Nichols here?"

"Ah, Bruce Winchell," Walter's head perked up hearing that name. "What a nice surprise."

Walter looked up in the ceiling and he said flatly: "nice one, god. That makes me feel all better."

"And you are?" Asked Bruce.

"Audrey Parker. Walter's wife. Do come in."

"What?! No! Don't bring him- ohhhh, what's the point?"

Bruce came in with a box of cookies for him. "Hello Nichols." he didn't sound very happy in meeting his pathetic competitor.

Walter just raised his eyebrow begrudgingly. "Winchell." he said. "What do you want."

"Look, Walter, I heard about your... injury, and me and my wife wanted to make you cookies to help cheer you up."

"Hmph. I don't want anything that has to do with... are they chocolate chip?"

"Yep. The classic flavor."

Walter had a little bit of a skeptical look on his face, and he snagged the box with a quick change if demeanor. "Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. And, see you at the Newsie Awards next year, which I will always win."

"Oh yeah, you always won with your super cool hair and you win the affections of my wife and daughter. Oh yeah, I can't wait for you to take them away from you again."

"Walter, stop it." Audrey sighed.

"Hey, I can't help it if I am the most handsome man in all of San Diego." Bruce gloated a little. "The ladies can never get enough of me."

Walter just gave him an annoyed look. "Bruce, I am in no mood." He gritted his teeth.

It was just then Megan walked in the room and she gasped at what she was meeting. "Oh my god!" Ahe shrieked with joy. "Bruce Winchell! I am such a big fan!"

"Hehehe. Thanks, sweetheart. And who might you be?"

"Megan Parker."

"Ah, so you're the one that Walter told me about."

"Yeah. That's me. Can I have an autograph?"

"Ah. Anything for my fans." Then she gave her his signature in her own diary, and she hugged it in joy as if Britney Spears just gave her an autograph.

"Bruce, please go. I'm having enough problems as it is."

"Okay. I need to go hit the casino with my wife, anyway."

"Yeah, why don't you do that?" Walter asked insultingly.

"I will."

After the competitor left, Audrey said: "Look, Walter, Drake will be sorry that he said that to you."

"What's the point? I'm nowhere near as cool and awesome as Drake's own dad."

"You're not wrong," Megan admitted modestly. "Dad has a very cool jacket and he is a Master guitar player."

"Megan," audrey scolded. "Not helping."

"Sorry."