(Monday Afternoon)

"Fras, you'd better hurry if you're gonna make it to the station on time." Martin said. "It's almost one forty- five."

"Thanks for the reminder." Frasier sighed. "Although, I'm tempted to call Roz and tell her that I just can't make it today. I'm... Not feeling well."

Martin shook his head in disbelief. "You don't look sick to me."

"Oh come on, Dad! How do you expect me to set foot in that studio again after what happened on Saturday night?"

"Like a man!" Martin answered. "So your little radio show didn't go as planned! What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? Thanks to Niles and his bloodbath of almost every character in Nightmare Inn, I am now the laughing stock of Seattle!"

"Oh Geez, it came on Saturday night! How many people do you think actually listened to that?" Martin asked.

"Are you saying that I have no listeners?" Frasier retorted.

"Calm down, okay? Look, just go to work and forget the whole thing ever happened." Martin said.

"But I can't forget! And I certainly can't face anyone at KACL right now!" Frasier said as he picked up the phone and began to dial.

"Roz Doyle, please. Frasier Crane."

Martin rose from his chair and yanked the phone from his son's hand. "Look, I'm not going to tell you again. Now I'm your father and I say you're going to work!"

"Oh Dad, really!"

"I mean it!" Martin yelled. He held up his cane. "You know, you're not too old for me to put you across my knee. Once this cane hits your backside..."

At this Eddie yelped and ran to the sofa, burying his head in the cushions.

"See? Even Eddie's afraid of me!" Martin said proudly.

"Dad, this is ridiculous!" Frasier said. "Do you know how it would look if I let you strike me like a misbehaving child? Dear God, Lilith and I never spanked Frederick. It's

absolutely barbaric!"

"It sure straightened you and Niles out!" Martin laughed.

"Don't remind me."

"If you do what I ask, I won't have to remind you." Martin said.

"Oh... All right, I'll go to work! But only because I refuse to subject myself to this ridiculous conversation any longer! And this ridiculous notion of yours that spanking

solves all problems."

Martin smirked. "You're just afraid it'll hurt like hell!"

"I am not!" Frasier yelled, closing the door behind him.

As he stood in the hallway, his father's words echoed in his head...

"It'll hurt like hell."

And he couldn't help but wince as he got into the elevator.