Okay, I had one review talking about me writing a Scottish accent. Sorry about butchering it. It's my first time writing one, and I decided to just take it out entirely and presume that everyone know she has the same accent she does in the show. Oh, and if that reviewer could somehow send me a private message, I would greatly appreciate it.

Meanwhile, Charles had just stepped out for a walk when he saw the car in the Clarksons' driveway. They were finally back from visiting Dr. Clarkson's mother in Palm Beach. He stepped toward their porch and almost got there when it occurred to him that they might be eating dinner right then. He decided to just continue with his walk and bug Rick later when he heard the front door open.

"Hey, Chuck! I thought it might be you." Rick Clarkson was the only person in the world allowed to call him that.

"Yep, it's me all right. So, how's your grandma?"

"Still has the same aches and pains she did last summer." Rick sighed.

"Uh, I hate to tell you this, but if you're serious about being a doctor, you kinda need to get used to hearing about other people's aches and pains."

"Well, that will be different. I won't be trapped in some chair that looks like it escaped a really bad episode of All in the Family."

"Hey, that was a pretty good show. Besides, no matter how boring your trip was, it had to beat being stuck here with Grigg all summer."

"Hey, weren't you two 'The Cheerful Charlies'?"

"Yeah, in second grade. Besides, you know how he gets when he's had too much caffeine."

"Um, yeah, maybe you have a point there. So, just how bad was it?"

"He made me sit in his basement and watch him play first-person shooters all day."

"Hmmmmmmmm, it just might be a toss-up. Did Alice pop in at all?"

Charles smiled. "She might have stopped by a few times." Actually, she was hanging out with them every other day. "On second thought, maybe you had the crappier summer."

Richard laughed. "So, you think you might dig up the nerve to actually ask her out this year?"

"Yeah, I have a feeling it just might be. What about you? Are you finally going to tell Isobel Crawley how you feel about her?"

"Well, every time I try, she finds a way to deflect it. It's like she somehow knows."

"That's girls for you. Why do they have to be so complicated?"

"I don't know. So, are you ready for Monday?"

"Almost. All of my books and my backpack are in order, as well as my Monday and Tuesday outfits. I still have to set out Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, though."

"Charles Carson, you are the only one I know that plans his outfits out a week in advance."

"So, why do you hang out with me?"

"Because you're the only guy on the planet that's more boring than I am."

Over at the Masons', Bill had just finished paying the delivery guy and took the bags into the kitchen. He looked over at the dinette set and realized that there was not going to be enough chairs for everyone. "Daisy?"

"Yes?"

"Where is everyone going to sit?"

Daisy looked around. "Well, we could always eat in the living room."

"Just like on The Big Bang Theory." Elsie thought aloud, just barely loud enough that Beryl could hear.

"You like The Big Bang Theory!?" Beryl's eyes grew wide. "So, who's your favorite character." Please be Sheldon. Please be Sheldon. She silently prayed.

"Leonard." Elsie said with a smile. "And Amy is a close second. I mean, the way those two have to put up with Sheldon… I'm sorry, but I just don't see why people like that prick so much."

Beryl's face just fell. "Well, Sheldon is certainly the smartest of the bunch." She plunked down onto the sofa.

"That's completely debatable, especially now that Amy is in the picture."

"Are you kidding me? Amy is a socially awkward loudmouth."

Daisy put one of the bags on the coffee table and took out a container. "And of course, none of us know anyone like that in real life." Daisy gave Beryl a look. "Besides, isn't it a bit silly to argue over a television show?"

"And you arguing with Ms. Anna about Edward and Jacob isn't silly?" Beryl asked as she grabbed her own container and a pair of chopsticks.

"Okay, that's different."

"How?"

"The Big Bang Theory is a TV show. The Twilight Saga is a book."

"That they made into a movie."

"Also, I have no idea how Anna could possibly prefer Edward over Jacob. He's so creepy."

"He's dark and mysterious. Jacob is a wuss."

"He's a nice guy."

"Exactly."

Bill and John just glared at their wives. "So, what was that about arguing over fictional characters?" Bill asked incredulously.

"You mean like your little debate over Batman vs. Superman?" Daisy asked her husband.

"Hey, it's not my fault John cannot see just how much cooler Batman is than Superman. He does almost as much stuff, and all without any special powers."

"Oh, you mean that spoiled rich kid that builds stuff just so that he carry out vigilante justice?"

Beryl gave her parents a look. "What was that about arguing over fictional characters?"

"Yeah." Anna added. "It's like they'll watch anything as long as the main character has a cape."

"Capes are cool." John responded.

Everyone in the room had a good laugh. "Whatever." Anna rolled her eyes. "So," she asked, turning to Daisy "is Beryl ready for Monday?"

"Almost." Daisy responded. "We'll be making one last trip to Target tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah. I need to take Elsie. We haven't even started." Anna said as she took a sip of her soda.

Elsie was starting to get nervous. She knew that Americans had a love affair with guns, but she didn't know that they required students to go and practice shooting outside of school. And during summer vacation, nonetheless. She looked down and started pushing her mu shu chicken with her fork. "So, do you think they'll go easy on me?"

"Easy? They?" Anna furrowed her brow in confusions.

"At the target place tomorrow?"

"What do you mean?" John asked.

Suddenly, it dawned on Billy exactly what Elsie was asking. "I'm not sure. It depends on who you get. Most of them will take into account that you're European and basically just make sure you can hold a pistol. They may or may not want you to shoot at something."

Beryl caught on and joined in the fun.

"I don't know, Billy, if she gets Clint Eastwood….." She was trying so hard to keep a straight face.

Elsie's face was white as a sheet. "Is that his real name or his nickname?"

"Not quite sure." Billy said.

"And what if I don't do well enough to suit them?" She was really getting nervous now.

"Well," Beryl said, "You'll just have to spend all day every day there until you get up to par."

Now, Elsie was downright scared.

"Don't worry," Billy said, "Joey Mosley was only there until Thanksgiving, and he's a total wimp. Unfortunately, that meant he had to be in school seven days a week, twelve hours a day in order to catch up on the rest of his school work."

"I've never heard of this before." They never had anything like it on Modern Family.

John had his hand over his mouth to hide a smirk. Anna gave him a look as she elbowed him in the side. Bill was also struggling to suppress his laughter.

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Okay, cut it out, you two."

"Did you hear they're installing wifi in the school?" Charles asked Rick as they approached Grantham Memorial Library.

"Cool!" Rick's eyes got big.

"No! Not cool!" Carson exclaimed. He walked over to the card catalog drawers. "It's bad enough that they've let students have their cell phones in the classroom. Now they can surf the net too!"

"Yeah, and they can also look up web pages to help them with their work. You should try getting one sometime. Oh, that's right: You don't even have caller ID yet."

As they got to their destination, Charles opened a drawer. It was totally empty. "What the….?"

A librarian walked by. "Sorry, Mr. Carson. We're getting rid of the card catalog as everything is on the computer now."

Charles did not look happy.