Louise stood on the sidewalk in front of the orange building next to Bob's Burgers. Her arms were crossed in front of her and her head was leaning to the side.

"Yeah Teddy, the sign is definitely crooked. It looks even when I tilt my head to the side like this, though."

Teddy, who was standing on the top rung of his ladder, reached a little too far over and made it tip under his movement. He quickly righted himself and grabbed onto the ladder, trying to steady himself.

"Woah," he said, the fear apparent in his voice, "best not to do that again."

"I don't wanna have to clean you up off the sidewalk. It'll be bad for business."

"But you'd be on the front page of the newspaper," Teddy said obliviously, chuckling to himself. "That might drum up more business."

"Wow Teddy, I think my sense of humor is rubbing off on you!" she said excitedly. By this point Teddy had leveled the sign and secured it to the side of the building. He came down from the ladder and walked over to Louise, standing next to her and also crossing his arms.

"Whaddaya think?"

"It's adequate," Louise shrugged her shoulders. She would never let anyone know how happy she was that she finally had a sign.

"Haha, I'll pretend you said you like it. I'm happy to help the youngest Belcher. You know, I'm glad you asked me to help you with this. I helped your dad fix up the restaurant after he started a fire. That's how we met."

As if on cue, Bob came out the front door of his restaurant and walked over to them. "Did you finish?" he inquired. Bob unintentionally took up the same position as the other two and admired the new sign.

"Yep. And I think it looks real good," Teddy said proudly.

"It does," Bob said as he put his arm around his youngest daughter. "I'm proud of you Louise. Angry at your betrayal, but proud of you more."

"Come on dad," she said trying to wriggle out of his embrace. "I've been open for almost a year. And it's not like you never see me. I live and work right next door. I basically stop by the restaurant every day."

"Speaking of which, that's probably not the healthiest habit. You don't want to end up like Teddy… No offense Teddy."

"None taken Bobby. Not everyone is blessed with genes like mine."

Louise and Bob gave each other the side eye. The implications of what Bob had said were lost on Teddy. Bob changed the subject.

"You're sure you like the name Louise? It's not too late to change it."

"Nope, I'm good. It's the perfect amount of sarcasm. It's me."

"Alright, if you say so. Teddy, want some lunch?"

"Sure Bob, I can't say no to that. Lead the way."

Bob and Teddy walked away from Louise. She continued to stand on the front sidewalk in front of her business, admiring her new sign. She'd been open for almost a year already, but since the first day her doors had opened she'd had nothing but a makeshift sign taped to her front window. Now she had an official, sturdy sign that was painted in the same tones of orange and yellow. The sign proudly advertised "Dogtor Louise".

Louise was leaning over the front counter with a rag in her hand, tired from a long day at work. The customers that had come in that day were particularly terrible. Some woman had come with a screaming child in tow; the kid was upset about his sick turtle. Louise had done her best to calm the kid down and placate his fears, but to no avail. She felt bad for the turtle. He had to put up with that kid's bullshit and the mother's detachment every day. She was just glad this day was over. She needed some sleep.

Louise heard the bell on the door go off, but she didn't look up.

"We're closed."

"You can't kick your own father out you know."

"Oh hey dad," she sighed, finally looking up. "How's it goin'?"

"The Beef Boom has been good this year. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over for dinner."

Louise threw her rag on a shelf under the counter and grabbed her keys.

"I could go for a burger of the day. I'll follow you. Cal, you comin'?"

"You don't have to ask me twice! Is Gene already there?"

"Not yet," Bob replied. "He should be back in an hour. He stayed late at work."

Louise had met Cal in vet school and they immediately teamed up to study. Cal was one of the few people who could deal with Louise's personality; by not dealing with it. He simply ignored most of what she said and kept them on track. He never engaged in her attempts at fighting. At some point Gene had come to visit her during her first semester and he and Cal had immediately hit it off. Louise loved the fact that Gene was visiting her more during college, but she would never admit that to him. Gene and Cal had started dating a few months after they first met, and she had never seen Gene so happy. She was just glad to have one of her partners in crime back.

After they graduated Louise opened a vet office and hired Cal as her veterinary assistant. She knew exactly what building to rent out, too. Granted, she was up to her ears in debt from both school and the business loan, but she was confident that she would pan out. She was just barely making it, but she had decided to rent out the extra bedroom in her apartment above the clinic. Then she'd be fine. Everything was going to be fine.

The trio left the shop, and Louise flipped the 'Open' sign over and locked up behind her. She looked up at the new sign above her door and cracked a small smile. She was happy she had achieved another one of her goals. And it didn't include grease.

Cal sat down at the counter and Bob headed to the grill to start on their orders. Louise snuck behind the counter to pour their drinks.

"Louise, have you had any people interested in renting out your extra room yet?" Bob asked, switching on the grill.

"I've talked to five people, but three of them were dumbasses. The other two rubbed me the wrong way. I didn't like their vibe."

"Their vibe? Honey, you can't be that picky. You've had that ad in the newspaper for almost a month now. Try not being so judgmental." Louise hadn't noticed her mother's presence until she had interjected. Louise scoffed before taking a seat at the counter.

"I'll stop being judgmental when people stop being so stupid. Believe me, even the emails they sent me had typos. I refuse to live with someone who can't compose a coherent sentence."

"Dumb people need homes too, Louise."

"I know, I know," Louise groaned. "It's just hard to live with. I'll rent out that room when I find someone strong enough to handle the truth. Most of them left crying when I handed them their graded emails and applications. They all got Fs."

"Oh my God Louise," Bob closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you keep that up you'll never find someone."

"That's fine with me, I know I'm too intimidating. They're all weak. I doubt anyone can handle me."

"You may want to knock on wood. You just tempted fate." Cal leaned over and gave her a meaningful look.

"I don't believe in fate. Bring it on."