"So Owen, are you ready to go accomplish that big goal of yours?" Ryan asked as him and Owen walked out of room, where their group therapy sessions with Lauren were held.

"Yep so we have to be in the station before eight and it is 4 O'clock now. So, that gives us about four hours."

Owen and Ryan then got into Ryan's car and started driving to the pet store.

"So.. Um.. What exactly are the two goals that are left on your brother's bucket list?"

"One, Stink bomb Coach Stone's house."

"Alright sounds due-able, and the last one?"

"Make-out with Sasha Baker..."

"Who the hell is Sasha Baker and how are you supposed to find her and get her to agree to make-out with you?"

"Well, do you remember the old K-Bal girl, Kimmie?"

"Yeah."

"Remember how I scared her away? Well, Steven has been looking for a new K-Bal girl since then and so I recommended, Sasha Baker."

"Okay."

"So, let's just say that Steven is gonna have to keep looking for that K-Bal girl, because after tonight, I have a feeling that I'm gonna scare this one away as well."

"Nice! Alright, so Owen, do you mind waiting in the car while I go grab a new Fishrell Owens?"

"Nah, I'm fine waiting. No worries." Owen replied.

After, Ryan purchased the fish he threw the bagged fish onto Owen's lap and they headed down to Coach Stone's house.

"How do you even know where this guy live? Do you have like a secret Mr.K type of side I don't know about?" Ryan sarcastically asked.

"Ha ha, very funny Ryan, but no. I do not. I know where he lives because my older brother used to come here every night, before a big ski meet."

"Oh." Ryan replied as he parked behind the Coach's house. "So, how exactly are you supposed to get that stink bomb in there?"

"Well, I was planning on climbing to the top of the roof and chucking it down the chimney."

"Alright so I guess I'll wait here while you go do that." Ryan commented.

Owen slipped out of Ryan's car and hopped onto the top of the Coach's fence. Next, he walked on top of the fence and found an angle where he could jump onto the roof. Though, there was one problem. Owen was deathly afraid of heights.

"Ryan I can't do it. It's way too high up man. I just can't." Owen whispered into the phone.

"Owen, come on this is for your brother! So, just swallow your fear of heights and jump on the roof."

"Yeah that's easy to say for a guy who is sitting in his Porsche and sipping on a can of Red Bull!" Owen Argued, getting more and more frustrated.

"C'mon man! What are you afraid of? Do you think that you're gonna jump up there and slip? Then, fall two stories down and crack your head open, causing you to never wake up from a coma?"

"What did you just say?" Owen yelled into the phone.

"Oh, no wait buddy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Honest, I was just trying to pep you into jumping onto the roof." Ryan replied, knowing that he shouldn't have said that.

"Yeah whatever." Owen said as he aggressively hung up the phone. Now, even more frustrated and pissed off, Owen; Jumped onto the roof, threw the Stink bomb down the chimney and jumped back down, sprinting back to Ryan's car.

"Look, Owen I wasn't trying to hurt you. I was just trying to motivate you to jump onto the roof."

"Yeah, whatever." Owen mumbled, looking down onto the car floor.

"Alright, I understand. You don't want to talk to me, but you may like to know that it's already seven O'clock. So, we have to head back over to the station, because Steven text-ed me saying that Terrell should be down there any minute now."

Ryan and Owen quickly drove down to the K-Bal station, in hopes of getting there before Terrell does. Then, just as Ryan and Owen were entering the station they heard a familiar voice in Steven's office.

"Oh crap, Terrell is back!"

Owen didn't reply.

"Look Owen, I know you don't want to talk to me at the moment and I know you are probably really pissed off at me, but you are just as responsible for old-Fishrell's death as much as I am. So, you are gonna have to deal with me for just ten minutes and help me replace Old-F.O. with the new and improved Fishrell-Owens! Okay?"

Owen gave in. "Yeah, I guess." Owen sighed as he unfolded his arms. "So what's the game plan?"