"Now for our last feat of the day, Beth will perform her trick of the week!" Harold said. The credits began to roll as the scene's lighting was adjusted so she was under a spotlight. She pulled out a baton, and started twirling it around. Then she put a bowl, lip up, on top of it, and spun it around. It continued to spin.

"Want me to add some more?" Beth asked the audience. The audience cheered. She put another, larger bowl, lip up, on top of the first bowl, and spun it around. It continued to spin, until the very end of the credits when the bowls both fell down and broke. Beth looked sheepish, grinning awkwardly, and putting her hand behind her head. The audience laughed, and then headed out of the building in two single-file lines.

"Alright!" Harold said, "We made it through! Now, who wants to go out for lite lattes?"

"We do!" Cody shouted enthusiastically.

They were about to head out the door, when they ran into a man with sunglasses and a goatee. He was dressed in a business suit. He said, "Harold, baby, just the man I wanted to see!"

"Really?" Harold asked excitedly. This enthusiasm only caused the man to sigh remorsefully. Harold frowned. "What?" he asked.

"You see, your show isn't doing a whole lot for our ratings," the man said, "So we're going to have to cancel it."

Harold stood aghast. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. He stood completely speechless and motionless for three minutes. Then, he sputtered out, "C-c-cancel us?"

"Yes. Too many people were flipping channels during the first two acts. I think most of the people who even watched the third were sitting in this very room." the man said. Then, completely unsympathetically, he said, "Sorry." He walked out of the room. Harold put his face in his hands.

"Harold…" Noah began, but Harold turned around and glared at him.

"This is all your fault!" Harold shouted.

"My fault?" Noah responded, "I can't believe you're still holding a grudge about me heckling you. What about when Beth ran off for an entire act?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that…" Beth said sheepishly.

"Don't play the blame game, guys!" Cody said, attempting to break up the fight between his friends. "You were so good in the third act."

"Yeah, but that's only because you were performing, and you're Noah's favorite," Harold said, "If it was me he would have been just as bad as in act one and two." When Harold referred to Cody as Noah's favorite, Noah turned his face away from Cody.

"Look Harold, I still stand by that my heckling was justified! You were assuming that viewers were morons! What was our philosophy again? Oh, yeah, by nerds for nerds!" Noah retorted, "Besides, you did your fair share of heckling me too!"

"You mean when you were reading that 'poem'? That 'poem' that was so much more entertaining than my nerdcore song?" Harold responded, "I feel that heckling was justified."

"And notice I didn't ever bring it up again until just now," Noah mentioned.

"GUYS!" Cody shouted, "Please stop fighting!"

"Maybe I will if he does," Harold said. "After all, this show would still be on the air if it wasn't for him."

"Fine," Noah said, "I will. I'm done. I'm done dealing with you! You're being ridiculously immature about this." Noah walked out of the room. Cody looked alarmed. It was simply not like Noah to walk away from an argument until he had won.

"I'm going to go follow him," Cody said. He did. He found Noah sitting down, looking slightly morose. "Hey," he asked, sitting next to Noah, "What's the matter?"

"Okay, Cody," Noah said, "I'll give it to you straight. I didn't want to sign onto this show at first, because I didn't feel like working with Harold, but you know… all this writing, and all this acting with you… I loved it. This show became my brainchild. And… you know, Harold doesn't get it. He doesn't understand why I heckled him."

Cody turned to Noah and said, "You guys both feel that way, you know. You both have visions for the show. They just happen to be incompatible. But both are valid in their own ways. Harold wants to cater to those who love to learn. You want to cater to those who don't need to be taught. Need I remind you, Noah, that sometimes these are the same people at different stages in life, or even from subject to subject?"

"I… I guess not," Noah said, "But why does that even matter now? The show got cancelled! It's over!"

"Don't give up hope," Cody said, smiling.

Noah asked, completely seriously, "Why not?" He knew Cody would be able to come up with an answer.

"It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. Sometimes the draw for a show keeps it from ending. I mean, Star Trek, for example," Cody said, trying to motivate Noah.

"You're comparing this poorly done piece of dribble to something as groundbreaking as Star Trek?" Noah asked incredulously.

"Well, not comparing, per se; just saying that it is possible for it to be saved," Cody responded.

"Yeah, right…" Noah said pessimistically. "There's about as much chance of this show being saved as there is of a supernova engulfing us in the next three minutes. No… actually, that's a lot more likely. It would take a miracle to save this show."

"A miracle… or…" Cody said, scratching his chin contemplatively. "A very well staged protest."

"A staged protest?" Noah asked flatly, "Really? That's your master plan?"

"It'll work!" Cody said, smiling, "Trust me."

"Okay," Noah said, "I trust you."

"Great!" Cody said. Then he and Noah returned to their bespectacled colleagues. Cody told Harold, "Great news! We're going to save the show!"

"We are?" Harold asked, "And Noah's on board with this?"

"Of course I am," Noah said, "This show is primarily written by me, after all."

"That's just because you don't want to do my sketches," Harold said, crossing his arms.

"I never said that!" Noah responded, "I just meant I've written 30 sketches already, and it would be a shame to waste them all. You've written… seven. Cody wrote eight if we include Studies Show—which was definitely and always will be a joke—and Beth… well, she wrote one."

"And we can do it next week if we save the show, right?" Beth asked.

"Yeah," Cody said, "That's why we have to. Not just for us. Not just for the fans. For the ability to get our intellectual property out! But don't worry, guys, I have a plan!"

Cody ran off to commence his plan.

"That Cody's one hell of a trouper," Noah said, impressed.

"You gotta hand it to him," Harold said, "He sure can get people out of some tight jams."