The opening was showed again. Harold came out on stage and he said, "Hello, and welcome to this week's episode of the Nerd Quadrilateral Variety Show. That's right; we narrowly escaped cancellation, but I promise that nothing will go wrong."

"I can vouch for him. He's not lying this time," Noah said, "Although who knows? Anything could happen."

"And that's why we've been working so hard on our Luck Machine," Cody said.

"What's a Luck Machine?" Beth asked.

Cody pulled out a vintage microwave with googly eyes on its dials. "This is a Luck Machine!"

"Cody," Noah said flatly, "That's a microwave."

"Not just any microwave!" Cody shouted, "A microwave that makes me feel… LUCKY!" Cody turned the bottom dial to one minute, and then turned the bottom switch to HIGH.

"This microwave's as old as my aunt," Noah commented. "And it still works!"

"Or does it?" Harold asked suspiciously. A ding was heard.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so lucky!" Cody shouted. He opened the microwave and pulled out a grilled cheese sandwich. "Oh, look what I found in here! A grilled cheese sandwich." He ate the sandwich. "Mmm! The Luck Machine really works." Cody winked.

"Shouldn't we be getting to our next sketch?" Beth asked, "You know, Zombie Apo-Calypso?"

"Of course!" Cody said.

The curtain was lowered as the "Luck Machine" was pulled away. Tyler was impressed by how smoothly the skit was woven into the intro. Izzy… well, she didn't realize it was even staged. "I want to try that luck machine sometime!" she shouted.

The curtain was raised again to show Noah standing in the middle of the stage. Cody, Harold, and Beth, all covered in green makeup, looking like they were decaying, approached him and grunted. "Eeek!" Noah shrieked girlishly, "Zombies!"

Beth, Cody, and Harold approached him at great speeds. Then, he looked as though he had just had an insight—brightened eyes, raised index finger—and he pulled a radio out from behind his back. He turned on the music. It was a groovy steel drum beat. Beth, Cody, and Harold began dancing. Noah said, "First line of survival in times like this: calypso music. It can't ever go wrong." Then, he joined the "zombies" in their dancing. Gwen stood up and cheered.

Harold took center stage, and, at one hundred and eighty words a minute, rattled off, "This skit is merely making an incredibly lame pun and should not be used for reference in any situation that actual zombies attack. If you are attacked by zombies, playing music will in most likelihood not slow them down. Side effects of being attacked by zombies include gangrene, leprosy, psychosis, loss of identity, amnesia, craniovorism, death, liking noise music, death, light cough, bulimia, anemia, appendicitis, dementia, craniovorism combined with amnesia, death, death, death, and having to marry Chris McLean." Everyone who could understand what he was saying laughed. Then, five seconds later, he added, "Did I mention death?"

They took their bows. The curtain was lowered. Harold and Noah took the stage once more.

"Now it's time for Harold's nerdcore song of the day!" Noah said, "With me as your heckler."

"Well," Harold said, "I don't think you'll need to heckle me for this one."

"Oh, really?" Noah asked.

"Yeah, really," Harold said, "It's called IQ Test." He began rapping, "Yo, people noticed I was smart; they noticed my IQ was off the charts, and then I knew just what to say: what is an IQ anyway? An end-all be-all ID card? What if I didn't try as hard? A test to prove my massive skill; tempting to say; it is a thrill. But at the end of the day, what does it mean? Just some random numbers on the screen."

"How did you… how did you…" Noah said, looking surprised. "Plagiarist…"

"Okay, you're right," Harold said, "You caught me. That was Noah's poem of the day… with a 'yo' added to the beginning of it, and a drumbeat. But… there's a very good reason I did that!"

"Okay," Noah said, "What was it?"

"Because I want you to do my nerdcore song," Harold said.

"Are you kidding me? I can't rap!" Noah said. He said the statement very firmly; no doubt in his mind.

"Then don't," Harold said, "I'm sure as a poem you'd read it fine."

"Alright," Noah said, "I'll do it. It seems innocuous enough. No egregious lessons here. I mean, unless you count the part about 'an element or two', but you didn't list the elements or anything."

"I know," Harold said, "Our viewers aren't morons."

"But right now, it's time for our first commercial break," Beth said, "Tune in for act two to see Noah performing Harold's nerdcore song as a poem, Cody's dance, and the very first skit written by me: The Flower."

When the commercial break ended, Noah took the stage. He read from a notebook that was clearly a different color than the one he had the last episode. "This ahem… 'poem'… is called Water Works. I stood near the water fountain, looking to the nearby mountain, thinking about springs and how they give our world its life. In fact it may seem simple that our little earthly dimples can fill with liquid that can end all strife. But sometimes it might slip our minds that water is one of many kinds. An element or two could make a danger, yes it's true, but it's fascinating how they can form something so great. In fact, I'll get a drink, right after we make you think; I'd get a taco too, but sadly I just ate." Everyone was thrilled, except Noah who was still rather confused.

"Okay, Harold," Noah said, "Can you please tell me why we had to switch jobs?"

"It's a symbol of our truce," Harold said, "We cannot heckle each other with malicious intent. Only to entertain the viewers."

"Fine by me," Noah said.

Cody danced again. This time he was dancing to Don't Dance, a song produced by comedy troupe Olde English Comedy. Again, this song was chosen for ironic purposes, and again, not everyone noticed. He was confident in his dancing abilities this time so nothing went wrong—and no one died.

"That was great, Cody!" Beth said, "Now it's time for The Flower!"

The curtain was raised, to show Beth skipping through a field. She picked a flower. "Oh my gosh," she said, "My boyfriend's gonna love this flower."

Cody dressed in a bumblebee costume appeared on the scene. "No!" Beth shouted, "Not a bee!" Cody followed Beth around the stage.

Then, Noah dressed like a Rottweiler appeared on the scene. "No!" Beth shouted, "Not a bee and a dog!" Cody and Noah both followed Beth around the stage.

Then, Harold dressed like a rhinoceros appeared on the scene. "No!" Beth shouted, "Not a bee, a dog, and a RHINOCEROS!" Cody, Noah, and Harold all followed Beth around. Then, she fell down next to a sign that read, "Public property. Don't pick flowers." She said, sounding very exasperated, "Oh…"

The curtain came down.

"Alright," Cody said, "We only have one act left. In our final act, we will be able to see two more original Noah creations, Crab and Foil, and The Dumb Trumpeter, along with Beth doing some flame-throwing."

"Well, Crab and Foil is a parody, actually," Noah corrected.

"Okay, one original creation and one parody, then," Cody amended. "Now it's time for commercials."

The commercial break ended. When the curtain was raised again, it showed Cody in a Hogwarts uniform and a blond wig. He was holding something wrapped in tin foil. "Hmm…" he said, "I better keep an eye on this. If an adult catches me…"

Noah arrived on the screen, again wearing a ridiculous amount of white makeup, but this time he was wearing a conservative black robe: he did not look nearly as over the top. He said, very plainly, "What have you got there?"

"Nothing!" Cody assured, "Nothing, professor!"

"May I see it?" Noah asked.

"NO! I mean… I don't see why it would interest you…" Cody said, hiding the object.

Noah started playing tug-of-war with Cody over the object. "Give me that! Give me that! Give me that!" he shouted. The object fell out of their hands. It was revealed that there was a crab in the piece of foil.

"Crab… and foil?" Noah asked. He then slowly turned to Cody, looking suspicious.

"I didn't do it!" Cody shrieked, and ran away. "It was him!" He pointed to Harold, who had a lightning bolt scar painted on his face.

"Of course it was," Noah responded, although it seemed like it was very hard for him to not come off sarcastically, especially while continuing his monotone.

"Lie to a teacher who has a bad relationship with another student! You'll never get caught!" Cody said, walking off screen.

Harold took the stage again and said, "Warning: Doing so may actually result in getting caught."

The curtain lowered. It raised again as the audience applauded—except for Heather, who was confused as heck by the skit. This time, Beth and Cody were sitting on the sidewalk. Harold walked by playing a trumpet very badly. It sounded like he was trying to play "Taps", but ended up playing something closer to losing horns.

"Umm…" Beth said, "Excuse me? Trumpet player?"

Harold completely ignored Beth. He continued to play something that sounded almost like a transposed version of the Star Trek theme, but was ridiculously interrupted by accidentals far too often.

"Pardon me?" Cody said, "Trumpet player, we're kind of trying to enjoy the view here."

"I'm not blocking anything," Harold responded, and then he continued to play the trumpet. Beth and Cody covered their ears. Noah, dressed like a gray and white cat, ran for his life across the stage.

"Come on, trumpet player!" Cody said, "You're even frightening the animals."

"Am I?" Harold asked, and then he continued to play his trumpet.

Beth decided that there was only one thing to do. She shoved her notebook into the horn. Then, when Harold tried to play it, there was only a bit of subdued noise coming out of it. He pouted. Beth and Cody cheered. The curtain was lowered.

"That's almost all the time we have for the day," Harold said, "But here's Beth doing some flame throwing."

Beth set the stage with a fire extinguisher just in case something went wrong. She said, "People in the studio audience, move back a row." They obliged. She began to throw flames across the stage.

Lindsay asked Tyler, "Like, how does she do that?"

Tyler made the I-have-no-clue face and then said, "Well, don't ask me."

"I call this one the flame flower!" Beth said. Then she threw the flames in a circle around the area in front of her. "Now, who wants to see me jump through it?"

Everyone cheered, except Lindsay, who was very nervous. Beth jumped through the circle of flames, completely unscathed—or so she thought. Harold pointed out that her pants were on fire. "Really?" Beth asked, "No problem! That's why I have my trusty fire extinguisher."

"Hey Beth, have you been lying?" Noah teased, "Can I expect to see your nose's length grow exponentially?"

"Maybe… next time!" she said cheerily, "On the Nerd Quadrilateral Variety Show!" She said this while putting out the fire on her pants.