Anna was working a weekend morning shift at Luke. "Find the yellow ball." A frantic mother demands.
The father searched through a diaper bag. "Yellow ball, yellow ball, yellow ball. . .ah, yellow duck." He pulled out a rubber duck when he saw his wife's unimpressed face he went back to looking. "Yellow ball, yellow ball, yellow ball."
Anna went over to the counter to complain with Luke. "We need to make a new rule that people have to order within the first hour of being here. We can put it up next to the no cellphone sign… Hello Mom, Rory" She greeted her family that was sitting at the counter.
"We should." Luke glares at the group.
"You're down on the family too." Lorelai gasps.
"For six months they have been stealing money from us." Anna crosses her arms.
"What?" Rory's eyes went wide.
"They are taking up space and time which is money. For hours, they are a loud nuisance, running all over the place. Disturbs everyone. The two ice tea and a dollar tip are not enough." Without realizing it she was doing a perfect imitation of Luke with her arms crossed and glare.
"You hanging around Luke too much." Lorelai's comment made Luke let out an offensive grunt.
"I've got Choo-Choo Joe." The father gave it to the baby.
"Big deal, he's not going to work." Anna scoffs.
"I know, idiots should buy another yellow ball." Luke nods.
Rory and Lorelai watch as the baby cried as he throw the train. "Get the Bongo Bear. Get the Bongo Bear." She pointed at the door. He ran to the car to try to find the bear.
"How'd you know that?" Rory turned to them in amazement.
"Because Joe has not been working for the last six months. I don't think he's broken, I think he killed himself to get away from that family." Luke told them.
"Same thing, every time. Do you know how many people come in, see them, and walk out? This morning it was Mrs. Cassini, and she's a big tipper. I'm never going to be able to buy a car." She whines.
"Oh, now that kid's a major drooler." Lorelai looks at the baby and the mother's wet shirt.
"Yeah, it's like a fountain." Rory grimaced.
"When it gets everywhere they don't clean it up." Anna hated this family.
"Okay, that's it, they have to go." Luke went around the counter.
"Luke, come on, it's just spitting. Pretend you're at a baseball game." Lorelai tried to stop him.
"No no no, I've had enough. Let them go not spend money at Al's, I'm through." He starts to walk toward the people when the mother stands up and starts unbuttoning her shirt. Luke walks back to them. "Is that woman doing what I think she's doing?"
The woman has started nursing her baby. "Um, well, I can't be a hundred percent sure, but. . .oh yeah, that's lunch." Lorelai looks for him.
"Why, why do they do this? This is a public place, people are eating here." Luke couldn't believe the nerve of these people.
"They sure are." Rory laughed.
"This is honestly the least annoying thing they have done. I mean at least one of the babies is quiet now." Anna's ears were relieved that it wasn't a symphony of baby screams anymore.
"This cannot be sanitary." Luke couldn't look.
"I agree. You don't know where that thing's been." Lorelai made her daughters snicker.
"When did that become acceptable? In the old days, a woman would never consider doing that in public. They'd go find a barn or a cave or something. I mean, it's indecent. This is a diner, not a peep show!" The list of places made the Gilmore Girls make a face.
"Hey, consider making it a combo. You could charge more for your cheeseburgers. Of course, no one would ever feel the same ordering a glass of milk again, but . . ." She hummed with a shrug.
"I have to do something. I just can't stand here and let the lactating continue." He made a motion with his hands to symbolize breast.
"Luke." Lorelai slaps him.
"Gross!" The teens' grimace.
"I'm gross? I'm not the one exposing myself for the entire world to see. That's it." Luke starts to walk to the woman, but halfway he turns back to the counter. "You go make her stop."
"I'm not going over there." She had to deal with ignorant customers at work, she wasn't going to do it in her free time.
"Why not? You're a woman." He didn't see why she would feel uncomfortable.
"So what?" She tilts her head.
"So you have the same parts." His word choice once again puzzles the Gilmores. "You shouldn't be scared of it."
"Scared of it? You know, you're gonna be a bachelor for a long time." Lorelai laughs.
"I am being taken advantage of here, and I do not like being taken advantage of. I hate this!" He wished he kicked them out when they came through the door as Anna suggested.
Jess walks down into the diner to see the woman nursing. "Oh geez!" He throws his arm up to cover his eyes while turning around to run upstairs.
The group laughed at his retreat. "Okay, well, that was kind of fun," Luke admits as he goes back behind the counter.
Lorelai walks into the kitchen while talking on the phone. "Hi, yes, I was at your auction yesterday and I was wondering if you could help me. Um, I met a man there and I would like to contact him but I didn't get his name and I wondered if you could look it up for me. He was paddle number seventeen, and...Oh right, confidential, got it. . .Well, you know I misspoke earlier because this isn't a stranger I'm trying to contact, he's an old friend from school. . ."
"Oh my, so desperate." Anna giggles.
"I think it's cute." Rory smiled. They were watching their mom from Rory's room.
"Good question. Well, I don't know his name because I only knew him by his nickname. . .Uh, Shamu. We called him Shamu. He was kind of, um, a big guy in high school, but he's slimmed down quite a bit. . .No, see, I don't have time to contact the high school alumni committee because time is of the essence. . . See, Shamu and I went to a liquor store after the auction and we bought a lottery ticket together and we tore it and I took half and he took half, and I'll be damned if the thing didn't win!.. Fourteen million dollars!. . I forgot to tell you that I need a blood transfusion and..." She sighs when they hung up. She sat down at the dining table in defeat.
"You ran into your old friend Shamu and you won millions of dollars and you need a transfusion?" Rory joined her at the table.
"Sounds like an exciting auction." Anna teased.
"I'm just trying to get the name of a cool guy I met there, but they won't give it to me." She pouts at the phone.
"Wow, that's a lot of effort. Must've been cute." Rory smiled.
"And witty, you don't meet that every day." Lorelai couldn't remember the last time she felt an instant connection like that.
"You know who would have his name?" Rory put her hands together on top of the table.
"Who?" She wonders.
"Grandma." Anna and Rory said at the same time.
"Ah, no, she only knows the Bitty's, she doesn't know the young ones." She shook her head.
"She knows everyone at these kinds of things. You know Grandma." Rory corrects her.
"She runs those events. She makes it a point to know everyone." Anna agrees.
"I cannot ask her for this." She was too embarrassed to ask her mom about a man.
"Then kiss Shamu goodbye." She smacks her lips together.
"But maybe one of you could ask her." She looks at them with a look that reminds Anna of a puppy seeing a new toy.
"What?" Rory gasp.
"Come on, ask her, do me a favor!" She whines.
"You want me to ask Grandma for the name of a man that I didn't meet at a function that I didn't attend?" Rory scoffs.
"Teen girls asking for a grown man's number? Do you want him to get arrested?" Anna laughed.
"I've raised mean children." She sighs.
"Did you call information and ask them for paddle seventeen's listing?" Rory smiled.
"Or put an ad in the newspaper for missing connection." Anna watched as her mom's pout grow.
Lorelai, Rory, Emily, and Richard were eating dinner. "What do you think of the pork? Rory? Anna?" Emily always asked about the food when the conversation fall flat.
"It's good," Anna said. Rory nods.
"I'm not sure. Richard?" Emily looks over at him.
"It's fine." He told her.
"I'm not sure." She looks down at her plate.
"Grandma, do you not like it?" Anna asked.
"I'm not sure." She couldn't tell if she was losing taste buds with age or if it was the pork.
"Pork is bred leaner these days. It has a different taste. Less fat equals less flavor. Yet another example of the great advances man has made, flavorless pork. Hurrah for the opposable thumbs." He wiggles his thumbs.
"Alright, enough talk about pork. Please, someone, change the subject." Emily said even though she was the one that brought it up.
"Mom had a good time at the auction the other day." Rory gave her mom a big smile.
"Did you?" Emily was surprised by that.
She shot her oldest a glare before turning to her mom. "Yes, yes, I did."
"Well, I'm glad. Did you see anything you liked?" Emily was proud of the selection they had this year.
"Yeah, Mom, did anything look good to you there?" Rory's smile grew bigger.
"Yes, actually, I, uh, bought a couple of end tables for the inn." Lorelai's smile was growing stiffer by the second.
"I must say I was very impressed with the selection this year. I even wound up purchasing a couple of pieces for myself." She was happy to grow her collection.
"Yes, how nice to have yet another chair you can't sit in." Richard had lost count of the chairs in the house he wasn't allowed to use.
"It's one hundred years old." She reasoned that it couldn't handle the weight.
"Wonderful. We can put it next to the two-hundred-year-old footstool you can't put your foot on." Sometimes he felt like he was in a museum instead of a home.
"Oh, Richard, please." Emily eats some pork.
"I'm only teasing, Emily. It is one of the great pleasures of my life to be able to surround you with a house full of useless objects. I'm never happier than when we're standing in the corner staring at our furniture." Richard was moody after Emily brought home an expensive antique that they couldn't use.
"Eat your pork, please." She looks down at his plate.
"You know, I believe there was something at the auction that Mom wanted but she didn't get. Isn't that right, Mom?" Rory brought it back to her mother.
"Oh yeah, mom wanted it really badly." Anna stretches out really.
"Oh really? What was that?" Emily looks at her daughter.
"I think it was a couple of steamer trunks for Rory and Anna to take with them to military school, wasn't it, honey?" She smiles while glaring at them.
"I don't remember a steamer trunk, but I can check on it for you if you like." Emily didn't catch the sarcasm.
"That's not necessary, Mom. Uh, so, Mom, it was a very nice bunch of people you had at that auction." She decided to go for it since her children weren't letting up.
"Yes, very nice." She always had fun with her friends at these events.
"I was surprised at how many young people were there. I mean, you know, younger people. Um, in fact, uh, like, for instance, this guy that I talked to for quite a while, he was. . .younger." Lorelai was awkwardly tripping over her words.
"What man was that?" Emily asks.
"Oh, I didn't get his name, but he was a nice-looking guy. He had a gray suit and he was paddle number seventeen. He likes Merlot." She gave all the details she knew.
"Are you talking about Peyton Sanders?" She knew it was him the minute Lorelai mention a younger man. He was the only good-looking man around Lorelai's age that was there.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe." She shrugs.
"Wait one second, I'll look it up." She got up.
"Oh, no no no, Mom, you don't have to . . .she's looking it up." She looks at her daughters.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Anna didn't see the problem.
"Paddle number seventeen, Peyton Sanders." Emily brought in a paper. Richard was watching his daughter regret getting her mother involved.
"Oh great, oh, Peyton Sanders. Well, that's great that it's Peyton Sanders. . . 'cause that's, uh, great. How well do you know this Peyton Sanders?" Lorelai finally gave herself the push to ask for more information.
"Why?" Emily asks.
"What?" Lorelai was shocked at her mother's suspicion.
"Why do you wanna know how well I know Peyton Sanders?" She wasn't going to let Lorelai get the information that easily.
"I don't wanna know. I was just mentioning that he was, you know, seemed. . .uh, you know. . ." She was trailing off, not knowing how to say she was interested in him.
"Young." Emily put in the word she used to describe him.
"Yes, young. Okay, Mom, uh, Peyton and I kind of hit it off and I wondered if you possibly had his number. . .okay, there, I said it. Pass the flavorless pork." She grabs it for herself.
"You're asking me for his number?" Emily was happy with the turn of events.
"If it's not a big deal, then yes." Lorelai sighes.
"Well, well, well. Richard, Lorelai's asking me for a man's number." She turns to her husband amused.
"So I heard." He was amused too.
"But if it's a big deal, forget it." She wishes her children never heard her on the phone.
"It's not a big deal at all. I don't have his number." She shrugs.
"Okay, then, never mind." She couldn't believe she went through this for nothing.
"I can get his number. Would you like me to get his number?" She looks up from cutting her meat.
"Um, it's up to you." She didn't want to say it.
"It can't be up to me. I didn't ask for his number, you asked for his number, therefore it has to be up to you as to whether or not I get his number. So, would you like me to get his number?" Emily was going to make her say it.
"Yes, if you don't mind." Lorelai sighes.
"I don't mind at all." Emily smiles.
"Thank you." She puffs.
"You're welcome." She was on cloud nine.
"I wasn't kidding about that military school." She turns to her daughters, who were looking as smug as her mother.
Lorelai rushes down the steps. "Okay, the clock is right! If we hurry, we still have time to hit Luke's for breakfast. What'd I forget?"
Anna and Rory rush into the living room from the kitchen. "Pants," Rory said.
"A bra." Anna put on her backpack.
Lorelai panics, looking down at herself. "Uh! Ooh, don't do that. Come on, let's go!"
"We can't." Rory looks down at her pager to see the time.
"You can't have breakfast? You have to have breakfast." Lorelai couldn't send them off without something in their stomachs.
"The clock is wrong, I'll miss my bus." Rory grabbed her binder.
"Forget your bus, I'll drive you to school." She offers.
"You will?" They didn't get a ride to school often.
"Yes. Oh, shoot!" She hit her forehead with her palm.
"What?" Anna wonders what she forgot.
"Dwight's lawn." She hisses.
"Aw, there goes the breakfast sandwich." Rory whines.
"No, no, let's hurry, we can still do Luke's." She pushes them out the door.
"Agh, my shoes!" Rory barely grabs them with Lorelai shoving.
"You don't need shoes! In my day, we walked twenty miles in the snow just to get to our shoes!" She opens the door. Anna and Rory put on their shoes as they walks over to Dwight's yard. "Okay, come on, sprinklers." Lorelai turns them on. "There, drink up boys, we've got a breakfast to get to."
Rory walks to the porch and finds an envelope. "Mom."
"Rory, what are you doing? Get off the creepy witness protection man porch." Anna thought the man was desperately trying to fit in. Almost like he needs to make this place work. He came into Luke's beaming. She thought Jess was going to hit him when he called him sonny boy.
"What?" Lorelai was asking both of her children.
"I think this is for you." She held out the envelope.
"Lorelai? No, it must be someone else. Hey, don't read that. Do not read that. I'm telling you, no good can come from you reading that." She was going to pretend like she never found it.
"Dear Lorelai. . .'" She read the first line of the letter.
"And she's reading it." She looks at Anna like can you believe this.
"'Just a couple of things that came to mind after we talked." She read.
"Oh great." Lorelai gasps.
"This is why you don't help strangers." Anna playful scolds her mom.
"First of all, thank you for this very kind favor you're doing me. I still can't believe that anyone would be so kind to someone they just met.'" She looks up at her mother since in her version of events Dwight forces her to do it.
"Yeah, apparently Dwight's last home was Oz, and not as in The Wizard Of." The man was grateful for any ounce of kindness.
"Second, since you are already coming over to take care of my lawn, I was hoping you wouldn't mind stopping inside and watering my African violets. I have written the directions on a separate piece of paper, there's a key in the planter by the door. Please go in, make yourself at home. I have food in the fridge, satellite TV, and a great collection of board games. My oasis is your oasis.'" Rory finished the letter.
"I'm not going in that house. Rory, do not pick up that key." She watches as she walks to the planter.
"But we have to water the violets." She picks up the key.
"No, I didn't agree to the violets. He threw the violets in after he'd already rooked me into watering his lawn." Lorelai was annoyed that he was taking advantage of her.
"Rory, this is the part in the horror movie where everyone screaming don't go in." Anna hides behind her mother.
"Don't you at least wanna see what his house looks like?" She was curious about what an oasis looked like.
"Absolutely not." Rory dangled them in her face. "Key, please. Let me just say, if we walk in there and his dead mother is sitting in a rocking chair, not a bit surprised." She grabbed the keys to open the door. They walk into the house.
"My god, this is tacky." She looks at the living room that was decorated by someone who watches too many old movies that took place on an island. There were pineapples and wicker everywhere.
"This place is great." Rory loved the theme.
"Someone took the whole lounge craze very seriously." Lorelai slowly leads them into the room.
There was a large cabinet filled with board games. "Oh my..."
"Don't he live alone? Why would a single man own so many board games? Oh God, he going to try to make us come to game night." Anna was going to get Jess to rudely tell him no since she didn't know if she was going to be able to.
"I have never seen this many board games. He's got Monopoly from every country in the world." Rory looks on in amazement.
"Hey, when you finally meet him?" Lorelai turns to her. "Remember he owns Twister, there's a great visual awaiting you."
"No don't." Anna got a horrific visual.
"Got it. Hey, how come we don't have a tiki bar?" Rory walks to stand behind it.
"Well, we are not three wild and crazy guys." She sings.
"You like pina coladas." Rory looks around at the fun room.
"And getting lost in the rain." Lorelai sings.
"And the feel of the ocean." Anan sat down on the barstool.
"I love it here." Rory smiles.
"It's quite a statement, I'll give him that." Lorelai would admit that he stuck to the theme.
"Hey, African violets." Rory went over to water them.
She answered her ringing cell phone. "Hello?...Hi Peyton, thanks for calling me back. . .Well, I hope it was a good surprise... It was a good surprise." She whispers to her daughters before turning back to the phone. "You just flew back on your jet, huh?.. From Maui? Sounds great. . . Yes, I would love to get together with you. . .Um, I'm pretty flexible next week. What'd you have in mind?. . David Bowie?"
"What?" They were envious.
"I love David Bowie, I would love to go. . . Oh, well, yeah, it is a ways away, but. . .No, I think that sounds just crazy enough." She was filled with a giddiness that came with a new love interest.
"What sounds crazy enough?" Anna whispers.
"Well, that sounds great, Peyton. It's a plan. . . I'll see you then, okay, bye." She hangs up. "We're having dinner tomorrow." She cheers.
"What were you saying about David Bowie?" Rory came back to the tiki bar to ask.
"Well, first, he asked me to the David Bowie concert next week." She brags.
"You're so lucky!" Anna bounced in her seat.
"I know! And once that was set, he said that a week was a long time to wait." She giggles like a schoolgirl.
"He did not." Rory gasps.
"So we're having dinner tomorrow." She told them.
"And Bowie next week." Anna reminds.
"Two dates in one phone call. Talk about not wasting any time." Rory teases.
"He sounds very cool, and not just cause he owns his jet," Lorelai added in another thing about the cool guy she was going on a date with.
"Well, remember to tell him that the way to get to you is through your daughter, who desperately wants to go to Amsterdam," Rory told her.
"The other who wants to go to Italy." She licks her lips thinking about the food.
"I will remember." She laughs.
"I think this place is lucky." Rory looks around the room. They jumped when a cuckoo clock with a hula girl jumped out singing Eight O'Clock at the Oasis.
"I think you may be right. Of course, creepy's the other word that comes to mind." Lorelai looks around the room.
"No, creepy is the right word." Anna dismissed this room as being anything else.
"Did I tell you I'm going to have a rich stepdad?" Anna told Jess. He was walking her home.
"Yeah, you told me about the private jet, Bowie, and Italy." He rolled his eyes.
"No need to be jealous, I'll take you with me." She hugs his arm.
"Oh thank god." His words drip with sarcasm.
"Oh no, he drops her off already. They left like 2 hours ago." She was surprised to see the fancy car pulling out the drive away. She kissed Jess goodnight and ran to her mom, who was unlocking the door. "What happened?"
"I spend the most boring two hours of my life. He constantly talks about his car, jet, and he's a winey." She opens the door to let them in. "So many boring topics. Didn't ask a thing about me, just kept going on about himself."
"I'm sorry, but at least you can see Bowie." She hangs up her coat before taking her mother's.
"Oh no, I can't. I love Bowie but I can't be around that man again." She walks into the kitchen to get a cup of her favorite cheap wine, before going into Rory's room to vent to her.
Anna went up to her room to let Jess in through the window. "No Italy." She whines.
"You'll get to Italy someday. Rich stepdad or not." He pats her head as he made his way to sit at her desk. He proofread her entrance essay as promised.
"So, what do you think?" She asked when he was finished.
"It's perfect." He said.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's personal and passionate. Completely error-free, which is impressive even though it is the tenth draft." He read every draft. He knew how scattered the first one was. He could tell she was excited but nervous when she wrote it.
"Thank you for all your help." She hugged him from behind.
"You'll get my fee later." He turned his head to give her a sloppy kiss.
Anna whine as she pulled away to wipe the drool from the side of her mouth. "Too wet."
"I don't complain when you get my face all wet." He winks.
"Heathen." She giggles as he chases her to the bed.
Lorelai, Anna, and Rory are sitting at a table. "Ooh, I got you guys a present."
"Where?" Anna perks up.
"In my purse." Rory reaches into Lorelai's purse and pulls out a videotape.
"Cardio Salsa." She reads.
"Yeah, they play the Miami Sound Machine and you dance around, you get a great workout," Lorelai told them.
"Why would you buy me this?" Rory was not good at dancing, as it had been cruelly pointed out to her.
"Because I'll feel stupid doing it alone." Lorelai thought it could be fun.
"Too bad." Rory put it down.
"You need to buy me a salsa dress first." Anna picks up the tape to look at it. "Why not take a class from Miss Patty."
"Because that's normal salsa, this is workout salsa." Lorelai drop the subject when her phone rang. "Hello. . .oh, Dwight, hi, it's nice to hear from you, too. . .yeah, hey, how did you get my cell phone number?. . oh, yeah, gotta love that Babette, huh?. . oh, the lawn's fine. . .okay. . .okay. . .sure, Dwight, you have a safe trip. . .yeah, bye." She hangs up. "It seems that Dwight has been checking the weather reports and Stars Hollow is going to be extra sunny for the next few days, so he was wondering if instead of watering the lawn twice a day for fifteen minutes, we could water it three times a day for ten minutes."
"He should get a dog." Rory thought a dog would be easier than the plants.
"Only if that dog doesn't mind using the bathroom at the gas station 'cause that lawn is off-limits." Lorelai wouldn't want a dog to go through that.
"True." Anna nods.
"So, I have to get back to the inn. . .could you, um, water for me?" She asks.
"I'm not going by myself." Anna shook her head.
"You guys can do it together." She points at Rory and Anna.
"No, this is your thing." Rory didn't want to be responsible for this man's plants.
"I can't, I have a China shipment coming in." Lorelai had a business to run.
"Do it tonight." Rory ate her pancakes.
"Dwight says it needs it now, and if we let that lawn die, he's gonna vibe us for the rest of our lives." She didn't need his glares.
"Not me, I'm going off to college next year." Rory shook her head.
"I'll be in culinary school." Anna points at herself.
"You'll be home for the holidays." She reminds them.
"Maybe not now." Rory teases.
"I'll stay at Grandma to be closer to you." Anna compromised.
"You would stay away from me on holidays just because of Dwight?" She gasps.
"Hey, nobody wants vibing on the holidays." Rory reasoned.
"Please? I'm gonna be seriously late if I have to go all the way home." She begs.
"Fine." Rory sighes. She turns to her sister. "You have to come too."
"Fine." She puffs.
"I love you guys the most out of all my children." Lorelai beams.
"Bye." They got up ignoring her comment.
"Bye." She waves as they walk out the door.
Anna and Rory talk about the conspiracy theory of Dwight being in witness protection as they walk to his house. "The mob?" Rory was skeptical.
"I'm telling you when he gets brutal murder in the oasis, you'll figure out I'm right." Anna walks up the pathway to his house.
"How could he be on vacation if he's in witness protection?" She turns on the sprinklers.
"Because he is going over the details of his new life with the FBI." They walk up the porch taking the key out of the planter.
"Wouldn't they go over that before dropping him off?" Rory opens the door and walks into the house.
They drop their bags as the clock sings 5 O'clock at the Oasis. Rory giggles at the clock. Anna grabs the can to watch the orchids. "Let's get out of here fast before the mob comes."
The phone rings and the answering machine pick it up. "Hey, it's Dwight, leave a message, I'm listening."
A woman's voice came over the speaker. "Dwight, hi it's Doris." Her tone before from sweet to rage. "Doris, your wife, remember me? The woman who was asleep in bed when you snuck out the window like a spineless little worm! How dare you sneak out like that, you sniveling little pond scum sample! I should call Erin Brockovich to bring a lawsuit against your parents, you steaming lump of toxic waste! You thought you could get away from me? From me? I would've found you sooner if I had bothered to look, but now I have, I found you, and all I can say is this, I want my board games back! I want them back and I want them back now! And I will hunt you down to the ends of the Earth until I get them back, especially the Trivial Pursuit!"
"I think she scarier than the mob." Anna backs away from the machine.
"Yeah, but hey you were right about him running away from something. I'm going to turn off the sprinklers." Rory went outside.
Anna stared at the fake fish in the aquarium as the woman gave a creative death threat involving a pointy game piece. "No wonder, he is so happy to be around other people."
Rory came running back in soaking wet. "I can't get the sprinklers off. I turn it higher and now it is stuck. Deans isn't answering his phone. They're drowning."
"I'll call Jess. He's picking up a new book at the store." She dial the phone, now that the angry wife was finally done screaming. "Hey Andrew, Can I talk to Jess?"
"Sure thing, Jess." He held the phone out to the teen.
Jess took it, wondering who could know he's here. "Hello."
"Jess, great. I need you to come fast." She sighed in relief that he was still there.
"How did you know I was here?" He asks.
"I was there when you got the call that Visions of Cody by Jack Kerouac came in." Rory taps her arm to let her know they didn't have time to waste. "Look I'm at the new creepy guy's house and I need you to get here. We are in danger." That's all Jess needs to hear before he throws some money at Andrew before runs out with his book. "He hangs up." Anna stares at the phone.
"He's hopefully on his way here." They walk to the porch to wait.
Soon, he came running down the sideway. "Don't run on the grass," Anna scream when he was about to run across the lawn to get to her faster. "Turn off the sprinklers."
Jess was confused but he did what was asked of him. "Aw, you made it look so easy." Rory felt stupid for not being able to do it.
"Yeah, it was loose. You just had to press down and give it a good twist, that's all." He walks to the porch. "What the hell is going on? You tell me you're in danger and all you need is a sprinkler turn off." He glares at his girlfriend for giving him a heart attack.
"We were in danger. We would have died in some weird tiki accident if this lawn drowned." She reasoned. "If his wife didn't kill him first."
"What?" He was more confused by the second.
"I'll get you a towel and you can come in and see the crazy." Anna ran to grab a towel from her house, not wanting to go any further into Dwight's house than necessary.
Rory felt awkward under Jess' natural intense stare. "Why is she not wet? Did she not even try?" He realized that Rory was soaked while Anna was dry.
"We didn't think of that." She felt stupid for freaking out over a lawn of a man she didn't know.
Jess grunted when a towel was thrown over his head. "Hey," He use it to dry himself.
"The word you are looking for is thank you." She passed her sister a towel.
"Thank you so much for making me do your dirty work." He grumbles.
"Dirty work? It's water, you're so dramatic." She rolled her eyes.
"Dramatic, this coming from the woman who panic of a drowned lawn." He scoffs.
"Come in, now that you're not dripping." She pulled him into the house.
"My God, this guy's wacks out of his mind." He looks around at the creepy hula doll that sat in the corner.
"Listen to this." Anna played the message.
"Wait, he's going to know we heard his message." Rory sighes.
"We'll tell him, we wanted to make sure it wasn't urgent." She shrugs.
"How does someone take all these board guys in the middle of the night and she doesn't wake up." Jess looks over the full large cabinet of games.
"Maybe he drugged her." Anna gasp in realization.
"Must it always be dark with you?" Rory rubs her temples.
"Let's get out of here before crazy comes for her board games." Jess pulled Anna out of the house. Rory was on their heels not wanting to be left alone.
