"Look what June just sent over!" Julia announced enthusiastically, sitting a large cardboard box down on a table, "And no, it isn't a puppy, so stop asking, Joey." The boy gave a small pout while everyone else eagerly gathered around the table. Upon opening the box, they found eleven labeled bags, each holding several articles of clothing.

"Alright ladies and gents," Jaime proclaimed, "Let's get these costumes divvied up and take them for a test run." Jaime helped Julia pass out the correct bags to their owners. The boys and girls split off to the restrooms to try the clothes on.

The girls each extracted a different colored top from their bag; white for Lauren, khaki for Meredith, and dark brown for Jaime. Lauren's costume also consisted of a maroon tank with matching shorts while Meredith received an orange tank, jean shorts, a vest, and an almost Indiana Jones-like hat and Jaime was given matching brown shorts, a white undershirt, a red neckerchief, and a pair of feather earrings.

"It's too bad they don't wear sparkles on archeological digs," Lauren sighed, pulling on the white shirt.

Over in the boys' restroom, Dylan, Brian, Joey, Holden, and Jim had all emerged from the stalls.

"What a lovely skirt, Jim," Holden snorted.

"It's not a skirt, it's a kilt," Jim responded seriously, "Only worn by the incredibly wealthy and the most powerful Mayan deities."

"Whatever you say, Povolo," Brian shrugged, adjusting his jacket, "I'm really liking this tie though, it makes me feel very, intellectual…"

"Same here," Joey nodded, giving his bow tie another yank, "Does anyone else think I look like that one professor guy from Tarzan?"

"Oh yeah, Jane's dad?" Dylan nodded, "I remember him….I wonder what's taking Joe so long?"

"Dylan, I think June gave me Lopez's shorts by mistake!" Walker called from inside the stall, "Can you text her to see if there was a mix up?" Joey pulled out his phone and texted June, just like Joe had asked him to.

"June says that she's positive that she gave you the right shorts, she triple checked each costume," Joey responded, after receiving a prompt reply, "They can't be that bad, Walker…" Right on cue, Joe walked out of the stall and received a roar of laughter from everyone else.

"I guess they can be that bad," Jim choked, throwing back his head in hysterics.

"It's not like I picked out the costume!" Walker complained, yanking the incredibly short shorts down as far as he could.

"Regardless of your discomfort," Brian lectured, trying to sound scholarly, "Rehearsal was supposed to have started two minutes ago, so unless we want another lecture from Julia on the importance of being on time, I suggest we go now."

"No way am I showing my face in that rehearsal room wearing these," Joe protested, making a gesture to the offending article of clothing, "Lopez will never let me live it down."

"Unless you want to rehearse in your boxers," Holden rolled his eyes and drummed his fingers on the counter, "You don't have much of a choice."

"NO!" Walker argued.

"If you're going to be baby about it, why don't you just stay here?" Joey sighed exasperatedly.

"Thank you, Joey," Joe said gratefully, "That's the first good idea you've had in months."

"HEY!" Joey exclaimed angrily, "I have lots of good ideas! What about the one I had about-"

"Just drop it, I'm leaving before they send a search party after us," Dylan stated, turning on his heel and heading out the door. Brian, Joey, Holden, and Jim all strode out behind him, leaving Joe by himself. However, just when he thought he was alone, Jim Povolo came right back in, put him in a headlock, and dragged him down the hall.

"Nice ascot, Holden," Jaime snickered once the group entered the rehearsal room.

"I thought so," Holden smirked, giving a small tug on Jaime's neckerchief, "Seeing as you're wearing the exact same one."

"I'm really liking the whole pirate thing you've got going on, Dyl," Meredith grinned, "Very macho."

"Not as much as I like your hat," he joked, tugging it down over her eyes. Jim appeared in the doorway, trying to shove Joe into the room, wearing his Mayan deity costume.

"I'm impressed, Jim," Lauren commented while watching him try to yank his friend into sight, "I thought that Walker was the only one who would agree to wear a skirt, speaking of which, where is he?"

"It's not a skirt, it's a kilt," Jim complained, "And Joe refuses to come in here because of his costume."

"Walker, you've spent a whole act wearing nothing but a cape, tights, and tap shoes, not to mention you've done an entire show dressed as a woman!" Julia groaned, "Now you're telling me that you're embarrassed?"

"Maybe," Joe answered quietly, but then summoned a stronger voice, "No, I'm not!" He quickly strode into the room, trying to put on a brave face. The girls' jaws fell open in surprise, staying in that position for a few seconds before Lauren spoke up.

"ARRRGGH!" she yelped, putting her hands over her face, "MY EYES, THEY BURN!" The Starkids fell into a fit of hysterics while Walker's face turned a deep shade of red.

"Come on Walker, it's not that bad," Meredith reasoned, trying to suppress her own giggles, "You look cool, kinda like Indiana Jones."

"Indiana Jones never had to wear shorts like this," Walker muttered, pulling on the article of clothing again.

"Well, I'll say this," Clark Baxtresser, their pianist, laughed, "All of your female fans will love those shorts."

"Shut up, Clark," Walker mumbled, "Nobody asked you…"