That same morning, it was almost time for Mike's departure. He was in the bedroom packing up when Molly walked in.
"Need any help?" Molly offered.
"Nope, I got it," Mike replied. He slammed his suitcase shut and zipped it up.
"Now, just to clarify, do I have to stay for the entire two weeks?" Mike asked.
"Yes, Mike," Molly replied, stroking her husband's cheek. The two of them headed downstairs when they saw Carl, Samuel, Joyce, Victoria, and Vince sitting in the living room.
"Hey. What're you all doing here?" Mike wondered.
"We came to wish you good luck, man," Carl said.
"Aw, well that's nice of you," Mike said sincerely.
"We're only here 'cause we live here...and to say goodbye," Victoria replied. Just then, a car horn blares outside. Molly opens the door.
"Hey, Mike. I think that's your ride," Molly said.
"How could you be so sure?" Vince wonders.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because there's a car that says Husband Swap in big letters on it," Molly remarked sarcastically.
"Well, this is it," Mike said as he grabbed his suitcase. The room filled with overlapping goodbyes and good lucks. Once everything quieted down, Molly bid her husband one final farewell with a kiss.