A small TV in the classroom was playing Leave It to Beaver. Beaver was reciting his poem, earning praise from his family.

Mr. Feeny switched off the television. "So, how do you feel Ward and June handled their family problem?"

"They were too perfect," Shawn answered.

"Too TV," Cory added.

"I agree with you, Mr. Matthews."

"Whoa," Lucas and Farkle said in unison.

Cory was taken aback. "What? George agreed with me sometimes," he defended.

"That's not like you."

"Even younger you was shocked," Riley replied.

"In fact, you brought me to today's assignment."

"That's like you."

"Back in the prehistoric 1950s, when Cleavers strode the earth, the U.S. Census indicated that a model American family had a mother, a father, and two children."

"Leftovers."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Matthews?"

"Well, last year in fifth grade, we divided up into families and solved problems. It's sixth grade now, Mr. Feeny. Families are yesterday's news."

"Very well. This year, I shall let you form into urban gangs."

"Cool."

"Each gang will have a mother, a father, and two children."

Riley noted, "You sure do fall for Mr. Feeny's tricks a lot, Dad."

"What can I say? I'm a very trusting person."

. . . . .

"In this assignment, each participant will help the other to become an ideal family member. For instance, Mr. Hunter and Mr. Minkus will be paired as brothers."

Farkle and Maya shared a mirthful look with each other. Their fathers acting as brothers? What could be better than that?

Both Minkus and Shawn face-palmed. "Oh, no."

"Trust me. You are going to enjoy this. I know I shall. Now, each of you will write a profile of a model brother. Then each of you must become that brother."

"You mean Shawn has to act exactly like I want him to?"

"That's correct, Mr. Minkus."

It got better. Farkle asked, "Mr. Matthews, since you don't have any problem stealing lessons from your old teacher, how come you never gave us this one? This seems like a fun concept."

"Yeah," Maya agreed, "I'd love to make Farkle act like me. Ooh, even better: make Lucas act like me!"

"I don't routinely steal lessons from my old teachers," Cory argued with a huff.

Cory laughed at Shawn. "You're gonna be Minkus' brother. Nerd-o-rama. I'd hate to be the guy who had them for sons."

"Funny you should say that, Mr. Matthews or, as I like to call you, Dad."

"He's gonna be my father?"

"Yes!" Cory exclaimed.

"And Miss Lawrence, your mother."

Riley shouted with glee, "Yes!" Maybe this was it, the way her parents fell in love.

"No!"

"You specifically put the four of them together because you knew it would create the funniest results, didn't you?" Maya guessed with a delighted smile.

George admitted, "Even teachers like to have fun."

"Nice," Maya complimented.

"I should've thought of something like that," Turner said.

Eric and another boy his age were standing together in a mall. Two teenage girls passed by them. "Uh-oh," one of them said.

"Don't look at them."

"OK."

As the two girls walked away, the unknown teenage boy spoke, "It's a game. They pretend not to notice."

Eric responded, "They're very good at this game."

Josh rolled his eyes at the younger version of his older brother. Sure, he was sometimes awkward around girls as a teenager, but at least he wasn't desperate like Eric!

"But then I pretend to not notice them not noticing. Bottom line is, nobody walks away from this."

"Who's that?" Jack asked.

"Jason Marsden, my old best friend," Eric replied.

"Oh. You never mentioned him to me before."

"Are you jealous that I had another best friend?"

"No!" Jack retorted in a slightly too-high pitch.

. . . . .

A woman tapped Eric on the shoulder. "Excuse me. I've had my eye on you. Are you aware that you're unbelievably handsome?" . . . "I'm Alexis. What's your name?"

Eric stood there, blinking with his mouth open. "I used to know this."

Jason coughed into his fist. "Eric."

"What?" Eric asked.

Rachel giggled at his silliness. "Oh, Eric. You were the same then as you were when I met you."

"Really? Because I think he became a lot crazier," Jack told her. He took another look at his best friend. "A lot crazier."

He coughed again. "Eric. Eric."

"Eric, Eric Matthews."

"And I'm Jason. I'm the guy you want to talk to. He was just standing in my spot when the miracle occurred."

She looked at Jason, uninterested. "You...stand right here. Eric, have you ever considered a career as a professional model?"

"Oh. She's a scam artist," Katy realized.

Eric wondered, "What makes you so sure?"

"I'm in the acting business. There are plenty of people that are just looking to take money from young people with big dreams."

Cory was sitting in the kitchen with Topanga, Shawn, and Minkus. He was reading from a paper. "I am Topanga's model husband."

Shawn interrupted with a laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm just flat-out looking forward to this."

"I'm looking forward to reliving this," Shawn commented. Cory, Topanga, and Stuart nodded in agreement.

"'I live my life in harmony with the physical and metaphysical world, aligned with the Navajo spiritual path.' Uh-huh. Ok. Um, I could do that. I'd love to do that. There's just one little thing that might throw this off just a smidge."

"What?" Topanga questioned.

"I'm not a Navajo!"

"You could've had me fooled," joked Angela.

"You don't have to be a Native American to be in tune with nature."

"Don't you hate it when Mom and Dad fight?" Minkus asked his new brother

Shawn answered, not taking his eyes off Cory and Topanga, "No. Into it."

Cory set his paper down and picked up a new one. "Well, we're not fighting long. 'Cause I got something here that'll take the fight right out of Mom. Read it and weep, little big hair."

"'My model wife won't care how dirty my room gets. She will always let me win at video games. She will play street hockey at any time, day or night.' Why don't you just marry Shawn?"

Jack grinned. "I have often wondered this myself."

Shawn and Cory shared a grossed-out look. "'Cause our kids would look like horses."

The entire room erupted into laughter. Riley looked at Shawn, who was one seat to the right of her. "Thank you, Uncle Shawn, for not marrying my father."

"You're welcome. I wouldn't want you to look like a horse."

"My turn. Here you go, bro." Minkus handed Shawn his requirements.

"Minkus, this is, like, forty pages."

"Leave it to Stuart to do forty times the work he's assigned to do," Cory laughed. "No offense."

"None taken. I think this is a great chance to laugh at ourselves," Stuart told Cory and gave him a warm smile. It felt good to let bygones be bygones and just be friends with Cory.

"Since I have no siblings, I spend many hours imagining what a younger brother Minkus would act like."

Farkle asked his father, "Is this why I have so many siblings?"

"One of the reasons, yes."

"Maybe something like this." Shawn tossed the booklet across the room.

Eric entered the house and jumped on the counter, lying on it. "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful." He got off and recited a poem, "He thought he felt her hot, mossy breath on his eye. He blinked. She was gone. The beating of wings. Obsession."

Everyone gazed at the screen with either a shocked, confused, or entertained expression on his or her face. Eric blushed, noticing the oddity of his behavior.

"Get help," Cory whispered like his brother just did.

"Ahem. I was discovered today."

"You get discovered at the mall?" Shawn asked

"How'd you know?"

Topanga questioned, knowingly, "Did you pay $90 to get photos taken?"

"Yeah, you can't model without a portfolio."

"You were scammed," Shawn told him.

"See?" Katy smugly said.

Eric thought for a moment. "Well, I wasn't scammed…I kind of wish I was." He received looks of confusion from most people in the room.

Cory continued, "They get you to pay all this money…"

"...And then you never hear from them," Shawn finished.

Minkus disagreed, "Completely untrue. It's not a scam."

"Yeah, listen to Minkus, boys. He's the smart one."

"I, too, was discovered at the mall."

"I don't see why that's so funny," Stuart said in response to the laughter in the room. "Time Magazine seemed to think I was photogenic."

"Oh, come on. You don't think that the idea that a modeling agency would be interested in twelve-year-old you is the slightest bit funny?"

"Maybe," Stuart finally admitted.

"Doh!" Eric slapped himself on the forehead and buried his face on the kitchen counter.

Amy, Alan, and Morgan walked into the kitchen. Morgan spoke, "Eric, girls are gonna dump you all your life, so, get over it."

"So, was it a regular occurrence for you to act this way about girls?" Josh questioned his older brother.

"No," Eric answered simply.

Morgan scoffed at his answer. "Absolutely."

"I'm trying not to completely ruin my reputation here, weasel. So, if you could stop trying to embarrass me, that'd be great…"

"He got scammed at the mall," Cory told his parents.

. . . . .

Amy asked her husband, "Can I speak with you alone for a second?"

. . . . .

Alan imitated Arnold Schwarzenegger in The Terminator, "I'll be back."

"I know exactly what you were gonna say to him," Amy said as she walked outside with her husband.

"No, you don't know what I was about to say to him."

"Yes, you were gonna say, 'Eric, get your butt down to that mall, and I don't want to see you again until you get your money back!'"

"Ok, what was he going to say?"

"I don't know. He's more complex than you. Anyway, the point is that we've made mistakes with money. Let him make his."

Eric beamed at his mother's words. It was nice to know that not everyone viewed him as the wacky comedic relief; he was so much more than that. He would never admit it out loud, but sometimes he felt like his family didn't even like him and tried to avoid him.

"Honey, what are we supposed to do? Just hang back, do nothing?"

"We are doing something. We're trusting our child, and if he makes a mistake, he'll learn from it."

"I have been a parent for fifteen years, and I think I know a little better than to trust my own kids."

Eric snorted before admitting, "You're probably right to do that."

Eric came outside. "Look, guys, I feel like a total jerk. You shouldn't let me manage my own money. I'm going to the mall, see if I can get it back. Thanks for not jumping on my case." He ran off.

Amy said to Alan, "That's ok, honey. I married you for your body." She slapped him on the butt.

"Ew," Josh quietly said, cringing. Amy's face turned pink as she wondered how much of her and Alan's marital life this thing would show…

Eric spotted the woman from earlier at the mall. "Look at her, that black widow spider. I mean, she spun me into a web of deceit and hung me there like a dead fly. She thinks she can lure me in with her angelic eyes and swimsuit-issue body. Yeah, well, she can't. I'm a rock on this."

Jack, knowing Eric well, teased, "Let's see how long that lasts."

"Have some faith in me."

"Eric!" she called.

"Please don't let me give her any more of my money." He handed Jason his wallet.

Eric put his hand up before Jack could make a comment. "I know."

"I'm glad you're back."

"I bet you are. Now, look. I want—"

"A job?"

"What?"

"I got a modeling job for you here at the mall."

"Oh, sure. What else do I have to buy, huh? More modeling classes? How about a billboard, a big billboard with 'Eric Matthews is an idiot' plastered all over Philadelphia?"

"The job pays $50. If they like you, I can get you more the next time."

"Oh," Riley voiced in a surprised tone. "That sounds nice!"

"He's still out $40," Maya reminded her.

"You're serious? This is a real modeling job?"

"Hey, either you want it or you don't. You're not the only gorgeous guy with big hazel eyes here at the mall."

"Heh heh. Actually, they're brown, but kind of a hazel-y brown."

Maya shook her head at Eric, amused. "You'd join a cult if a pretty girl asked you to, wouldn't you?"

Shawn chuckled nervously and shifted in his seat.

Cory was sitting cross-legged on the floor. "You know what the tough thing is about being married?"

"Actually being married?" Alan guessed.

"Yeah, that…and learning to be the type of husband your wife wants you to be."

Rachel noted, "I think it's quite easy when she gives you a paper telling you what she wants."

. . . . .

Eric walked in, happily.

"Hey, you get your money back?" Alan asked him.

"Better than that. I got a career."

"Excuse me?"

"Look, Dad, we've spent a lot of great times together, and I'll never forget how well you treated me.

"Son, are we breaking up?"

"Well, actually, I'm leaving my job at the store. I got my first job as a model. It's just the beginning for me. I'm, uh, giving you your apron back. Thanks for taking it so well, Dad." Eric walked away.

"You didn't want to at least see how the first photo shoot goes before you quit your job?"

Topanga pointed out Eric's impulsiveness.

"That…probably would have been the smart thing to do."

. . . . .

Amy told her husband, "Alan...I'm letting you out of your cage."

"Thank you!" He threw his newspaper and raced to the kitchen.

Alan now stood in the living room with Amy and Eric. "Eric, you are not going to quit a steady job for one modeling assignment. . . . That is not the way you make an important decision that will change your life. You want to make an important decision? You consider every aspect of it. And after you have thoroughly thought this through then, and only then, because I am confident in the way you were brought up. I will support you in what you want to do," Alan told Eric.

"I want to be a supermodel."

Alan slapped his forehead with both of his hands. "Doh! Ok."

"Really?" both Amy and Eric asked.

"Yeah, really?" Angela repeated.

"Yes, really. I am not the type of father who dismisses his son's well-considered aspirations with some quickly tossed-off parental negativity."

Lucas raised his eyebrows in surprise. He commented in confusion, "Well-considered? But even you agreed a minute ago that he barely considered it."

. . . . .

Eric ran off in excitement. Afterward, Cory queried, "Dad, you're gonna let him just walk away like that?"

"I just did, didn't I?"

"Yes, he did, and you know why? Because your father has decided to trust his children," Amy added.

Riley nodded. "Trust your children. Great advice. And you would have to have that if you were going to let your kids have a dog or a cat as a pet…"

"What's it with you in pets all of a sudden?" Maya interrupted, recalling Riley's words from a couple of episodes ago.

Cory shook his head. "Oh, this isn't a new thing."

. . . . .

Cory asked his father if he could stay over at Shawn's only for his request to be denied. "You know, Dad, those aren't very clear-cut rules. Kind of a double standard going on. If you keep changing the rules, how am I gonna learn how to be a model father?"

"Ask your wife."

Cory stated, "Now that I have been married for over a decade, I can say that this was solid advice."

"So, this family's crisis…the older, cooler brother wants to get a tattoo. Conflicts abound. Take it away, younger, uncool brother."

Shawn, who was wearing a sweater vest and glasses, spoke, "I can't fathom why any human being in full possession of his faculties would want to render himself permanently disfigured with so-called 'body art.' Whoa."

Everyone started laughing, and Shawn joined in after a few seconds. Jack cleared his throat before speaking, "Um, that's quite the outfit, Shawn."

"And wonderful acting," Katy added after a giggle.

Shawn put his arm around Katy and side-hugged her. "Thank you, I'll accept my Oscar now."

"What?" Cory, wearing a Native American feather headband, asked.

"I'm such a good geek I scared myself."

Minkus was dressed in the type of jumpsuit that a mechanic or janitor would wear, including the name tag. He also wore a sleeveless, hooded, plaid shirt. He responded to his pretend brother, "Listen, pinhead, it's my body. And I'll do whatever I want with it unless maybe you'd like to try and stop me, you woodchuck-faced, nearsighted, underweight, future I.R.S. auditor."

"Woodchuck-faced?" Shawn acknowledged the insult years later. "If anybody looks like a woodchuck, it's you. I bet when the nurse gave you back to your mother, she—"

"Shawn," Corry hissed in admonishment.

"Sorry."

Feeny advised, "Mr. Minkus, I might remind you that eventually, the bell will ring, and he will be he, and you will be you, and natural selection will once again rule the blackboard jungle."

Minkus took a dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to Shawn. "Will five cover it?"

"You were scared of my dad back then?" Maya questioned in surprise.

"Of course. He did tower over me," Stuart responded. A smug expression now on his face, he added, "Now look who's taller."

"Hey, talk some more."

"Ok, you live under our roof. We make the decisions. No tattoo. Tattoo, you, no," Topanga, dressed in a baseball jersey said.

"A person's body is his temple. If our son wants to ornament his temple with a tattoo, let him worship in his own way. Nam myo ho renge kyo. You are so bizarre!"

"I've decided, without benefit of discussion with my spouse—because that's the kind of husband I know you'll be!—the tattoo will have to wait."

"I hope that's not how you view me," Cory commented.

Topanga put her arm around her husband and rested her head on his shoulder. "No, you're a wonderful husband."

Stuart opened his shirt to reveal a large dragon tattoo on his chest. Shawn was clearly impressed. "Whoa. Cool."

Maya mirrored young Shawn's reaction, while Farkle gaped at the tattoo. "Don't tell me you actually—"

"No," Stuart cut him off, "it's just a temporary one."

"Stuart, a tattoo. It speaks to me," Topanga said to him, breaking character.

Riley took Topanga's previous opinion on tattoos as an opportunity. "Hypothetically, if I wanted—"

"No, absolutely not," Topanga said firmly.

"It was worth a shot."

"Minkus, what's the deal? We agreed on no tattoo," Cory told him.

Stuart explained, "Mr. Feeny's assignment was to solve a family problem, and I decided to solve it my way. Well, actually, his way." He gestured to Shawn.

"Minkus, you've got a dark side. It speaks to me." Shawn and Stuart high-fived.

Shawn glanced at Maya, who was to his left. "Don't even think about it."

She threw her hands up slightly. "I wasn't going to ask."

"Let's not go overboard. It's just a press-on."

"Great. Thanks for screwing up the assignment."

Feeny spoke up, "On the contrary, Mr. Matthews. Mr. Minkus didn't screw up the assignment at all."

"Yeah, but we had our family discussion all planned out, and he messed it up. He broke the rules."

"Which is exactly what happens in real families. There is no model household. There are no model parents."

Topanga interjected, "I think the only way you can judge a family is by how much love there is in the home."

"Well said," Amy told her daughter-in-law, receiving a "thank you" in return.

"Excellent point, Miss Lawrence. A family is a living, breathing thing that requires constant adjustment and change."

"But Beaver's dad never changed. You always knew what he was gonna say."

"Beaver's dad wasn't real. Real fathers have to adapt. Real fathers don't have a script like Beaver's father did."

"That's true," Alan agreed, memories of times he had to make tough decisions dealing with children replayed in his head. "It would've been a lot easier raising you if I had a script."

Cory nodded in agreement. "Yeah, being a real dad isn't easy."

"I guess it's easy to sound smart when you've got the best writers in Hollywood writing everything you say."

"I wouldn't know."

Eric walked up to the photographer. He was dressed in all black with a leather jacket, and two girls linked their arms with his. "Hi. I'm Eric Matthews. I believe you'll be taking pictures of me."

Jack shook his head and sarcastically remarked, "It's nice to know that the possibility of fame isn't going to your head."

"Thank you, Jack. I do pride myself on my commitment to being down-to-earth."

Jack sighed, responding, "You're welcome, buddy."

One of the teenage girls giggled. "Because he's a model."

"And we're the babes who hang out with him."

"Because he's a model."

"And who are you?" the photographer asked Jason.

"I'm the happy sidekick."

"Come on, Matthews. They're waiting for you in wardrobe."

"Wardrobe: industry term for clothes. Excuse me." Eric walked over to Jason. "Look, my shoot starts at 4:00. Make sure these girls are here. I want them to see me in all my glory."

"If this were a TV show, I would say that's foreshadowing," Zay noted.

The screen flipped to show Eric in a lobster suit. "I quit!"

Everyone in the room guffawed at seeing Eric as a crustacean. He sank in his seat a little and smiled sheepishly.

"Eric," Shawn said, bursting with laughter, "your face now is as red as that lobster suit."

That only made Eric's face grow redder.

The lady who got him the job responded, "You can't quit. You signed a contract."

"Wait a second," Maya interjected, putting the attention on herself. "Did Mr. Matthews, uh senior, sign the contract, too? I thought minors couldn't sign contracts on their own."

Eric gasped. "That conniving little—"

"Jerk," Cory supplied.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to dress up in a humiliating outfit and have people gawk at you like you're less than human?"

"Been there. Done that. Welcome to the world of big-time modeling."

A man passing by stopped and stared at Eric. "What are you looking at?" Eric said, then noticed Cory and Shawn walking in the mall. He ducked next to the counter and called out for his brother. "Oh! Cory!"

"Cory, that lobster over there seems to know you," Shawn told his best friend.

"Boy, what kind of idiot would wear one of these getups at the mall?"

"Come here!" Eric whispered.

"Apparently Eric," Cory answered himself.

"Eric, this may come as somewhat of a shock, but you're a lobster, dude."

"I had no idea," Eric grumbled.

"Look, Jason and I invited girls here to watch me model."

"Well, I hope they bring a side of slaw."

"That's so mean," Katy chastised, followed by a fit of laughter.

Eric grabbed Shawn's neck with his giant lobster claw. "You have to get rid of them!"

Maya stared at the scene with glee. She whipped out her cell phone and took a picture. "I want that as my phone background."

"Jason!" Cory shouted as he ran to his brother's friend.

"Hey, come to see your brother up in lights, too, huh?"

"Yeah, but he had to leave."

"Why? What happened?"

"Uh, he's not feeling well."

"Yeah, he's a little under the water," Shawn said.

Eric crossed his arms. "Everybody's a comedian."

"Weather," Cory corrected.

"Yeah." They both suppressed laughs.

"Wow, how weird," one of the girls commented.

The other one added, "He was fine a few hours ago."

"So, I guess you want to just take the girls and get out of here immediately, right?"

A man on the mall P.A. system spoke, "Is anyone hungry? Shoppers, now's your chance to win a free Lobster dinner from Larry's Lobster Locker!"

The girls got up, excited. "Oh...oh, lobster."

"Win us a lobster," the other girl begged Jason.

The man over the intercom once again spoke, "All you have to do to win a free meal is knock Larry the Lobster into the giant tub of butter." A giant yellow blanket with lobsters on it was pulled down to reveal Eric in his lobster costume, sitting on a dunk tank.

Josh took out his phone in preparation. "I'm gonna want this as my background."

Amy and Morgan were walking through the mall. Morgan pointed and shouted, "Eric! My brother Eric! That's my brother Eric!"

"Sorry about that," Morgan apologized, not looking sorry at all. In fact, she looked quite pleased with her younger self.

Jason walked forward. "Oh, check it out."

"Oh, he's a lobster," one of the girls noticed.

The other girl replied, "How embarrassing for him."

"Maybe we should be sensitive and understanding."

"Then we wouldn't be us."

"Dunk him," both of them said to Jason.

"Hey, come on. Don't throw that, Jason. We've been best friends since we were three years old. Who are you gonna listen to, some girls you don't even know or me? See ya." Jason threw the ball at the target, dunking Eric into a bucket of melted butter.

The room was now filled with barks and shouts of laughter, even Eric couldn't maintain a straight face. "Ok, Ok. It is pretty funny."

Eric was in the kitchen, spraying the counter when Alan walked in. Eric cleared his throat. "Ahem. Welcome to Market Giant, sir. Here on aisle one, you'll find our sugar, flour, and iodized salt. Over here on aisle two, you'll find our cereals, rice, and freeze-dried coffees. Do your items need bagging, sir? Here, let me help you quickly and efficiently. I know that cans go on the bottom, durable boxes on top of that—"

"Ok, ok, ok. I get it. You're the best former box boy that ever lived."

"Well, thanks, Dad. You know, it takes talent to notice talent."

Shawn had a coy look on his face. "I see you're trying to BUTTER him up."

"I'm never going to live this down am I?" Eric sighed. "Ok, that was a good joke."

"Are you asking for your job back?"

"Uh, yes, but asking is just my opening offer. I'm prepared for begging and authorized to go as high as groveling."

"Eric, that position is filled."

"You hired someone else?" Eric revealed to Cory, who just walked in, "Dad hired someone else."

"Did you grovel?"

"How could you do that, Dad?"

"I'm the store manager. It's kind of my job."

"You got to give me my job back, Dad. . . . I mean, you're my father. You're supposed to help me. Can I have my job back, please?"

"No. But we could use some help on the weekend night shift."

"My old job? Goodbye, Friday and Saturday nights."

Cory questioned, "What's the difference? After those two girls tell all the other girls about your secret life as a lobster, do you think you'll ever date again?"

"I did indeed get dates after this," Eric proclaimed, though nobody cared.

"I'll take the job." Eric went upstairs.

"I was hoping to see him grovel," Josh complained. He smiled and leaned forward to his left. "No offense, though, Eric."

Cory was in the mall, striking poses and grunting like a bodybuilder, but the lady wasn't paying any attention to him. "So you teach modeling, huh?"

"After all that with your brother, you want to be discovered at the mall?" Isadora questioned.

"Maybe he has a life-long dream of becoming a lobster," Maya suggested, earning an eye-roll from Cory.

"Mm-hmm."

"And you probably sell the pictures a guy would need for his portfolio, too?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And that would run in the range of what, ninety bucks?"

"Are you lost?"

"No. See, I saw your modeling pictures up here, and I was wondering...If I'm the type of guy you're looking for."

"Not interested."

"How come you're not interested?"

"Do you have $90?"

"See ya."

"But you clearly knew you needed $90," Stuart pointed out.

Cory shrugged his shoulders. "I was hoping to negotiate."

"I think that was a wonderful lesson, George," Katy told the man.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hunter."

"Personally," Maya vocalized, "I would have preferred the urban gang assignment."

A/N: 1. I've decided to start taking out bits of dialogue from the script that doesn't add anything to the reactions or help you understand where in the episode we are. That's what the five spaced dots mean.

2. In case anyone was wondering about ships in this story, I'm not really planning on writing much about the kids' romantic relationships in this story. If I do, it will be the canon ships (Rucas, Joshaya, and Smarkle). I may occasionally reference other ships' moments to draw parallels (like Farkle kissing Riley in Girl Meets Truth being similar to Cory and Topanga's kiss in Cory's Alternative Friends). Overall, I don't think it will matter what readers ship as long as they are okay with Corpanga (obviously, the original show is about them) and Shaty. I think we'll get more of Shawn and Katy once we get to the part of Boy Meets World where we see his home life and struggles.

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