Lorelai, Anna, and Rory are staring at their garage. "Well?" Rory had asked them when was the last time they went into it.

"I'd say three years." Lorelai thought about it.

"I'd say more like four." Rory guesses.

"What? It has not been four years since we've stepped foot inside our own garage." Lorelai denies.

"Why is four years unbelievable, but not three?" Anna asked.

"I don't know because at some point we had to need something in there." She waves to the closed garage.

"The last time we went in there was when we got the Jeep. We were going to clean it out so you could park there, but we gave up." Rory reminds them.

"That wasn't. . .yes, it was." She remembers.

"And even then, I think we only got as far as opening the door before something flew out and scared you." Rory made Anna shiver at the memory.

"I forgot about that bat." She took some steps back.

"We all can't be Dr. Dolittle chatting with the bat." Lorelai agreed that the bat was scary.

"It was a bat, wasn't it?" Rory remembered they argued about what it could have been.

"Wearing an OzzFest T-shirt, I believe." Lorelai nods.

"Will the man never be able to live that down?" Rory sighes. He was an amazing musician but he was remembered for biting a bat.

"Joe Namath will forever be wearing pantyhose." Lorelai shrugs.

"Am I supposed to remember a football game?" Anna scoffed.

"True, very true." Rory nods.

"So, uh, what do we do about the bat cave?" Lorelai didn't want to go in there.

"Well, we did promise Lane that her band could rehearse here." Rory pointed out that they had to.

"Yes, we did." Anna sighs, not wanting to go in there either. It was going to be a lot of dirty work. It was four years of dust in there.

"And they'll probably need to get in there to do so." Rory stares at the garage doors.

"So I guess we're going in." She sighs.

"I guess we are." They walk up to the door.

"Alright. On three: one, two, three." They open the garage doors.

Rory yelled, making Anna duck thinking something was going to come flying out. "What, what is it?" Lorelai asked, not seeing anything wrong.

"Those are the boxes from our attic that you were supposed to give away two years ago." Rory pointed at them.

"What?" She played clueless.

"I spent three days boxing all the stuff in the attic and you were going to call a charity and get someone to pick 'em up." She wasn't buying it.

"I made an appointment, the guy didn't show." She defends herself.

"He didn't?" Rory narrows her eyes.

"No, I don't think so." She shrugs.

"Unbelievable." She slapped the box.

"Look, I got bored after sitting there for two hours, so I left a note saying the stuff was in the garage and he could leave a receipt, and I went to get some coffee." She grabbed a box to put it outside.

"You didn't have to sit on the porch waiting for him. You could have watched tv or read a book in the living room."Anna remembered that day. When they left for school, Lorelai was sitting on the porch saying she would make sure the boxes were taken.

"We didn't have coffee!" Lorelai yelled.

"These guys aren't just allowed to go into someone's garage." Rory defends the worker.

"Well, the note said it was okay." She left the note where he couldn't have missed it.

"Well, how did he know that the note was authentic?" She put her hands on her hips.

"I wrote it on Powerpuff Girls stationery. Who'd he think was setting him up, Hello Kitty?" She threw her hands in the air.

"Even if he went in here, how would he know what boxes he was supposed to take? This all looks like junk to give away." Anna looked at the garage that was stuffed with boxes, toys, chairs, and old junk that they didn't want to let go of.

"Hey, these are… these are souvenirs from our life's journey, girly girl. This is not junk. Okay, this is junk, and that over there is junk. Alright, everything I'm looking at is, yeah, junk." Lorelai looked around to realize she didn't want any of this stuff.

"We're pack rats." Anna picked up a doll with no head.

"We're Sanford and Sons. Yuck, bye-bye." She throws a stuffed ball out of the garage.

"Wait!" Rory catches the ball. "Hug-a-World!"

"He used to be a good pillow." Anna took many naps on the blue ball.

"Hug-a-World, it's my Hug-a-World." Rory hugs it tightly.

"Where's the world?" Lorelai only saw the ocean.

"It's faded." Rory held it tightly as her mom tried to grab it.

"Oh, wait, I can see something." Anna pointed at a piece of green.

"Canada." Rory recognized the country.

"Canada, nice. Okay." Lorelai tugged on it.

"What are you doing?" Rory squeezed it.

"I'm throwing it out." She tugs.

"You can't throw out Hug-a-World." She moved it out of her reach.

"I'm not throwing out Hug-a-World, I'm throwing out Hug-a-Canada." She couldn't believe that Rory wanted to keep it.

"I learned my seven continents on Hug-a-World, don't you remember? We used to squeeze it as tight as we could and then wherever our pinkies would end up, that's where we were going to go together when I grew up." She reenacted what they used to do.

"Yes, many trips to Uzbekistan were planned that way." She nods.

"We can clean him up and keep him, can't we?" Rory looks down at her childhood toy.

"Throw him outside and I'll see what I can do." She nods to the yard.

"Thank you." She threw it.

"If I clean up Hug-a-World, does that cancel out me not getting rid of the boxes?" She didn't want to hear about it again.

"I'll consider it a wash." She nods.

"How about if she chases it and brings it back?" Anna nods to the ball moving. It wasn't rolling but crawling away.

"What?" Rory turns to see her toy running away.

"Hug-a-World would like to see the world." Lorelia gasps.

"It's moving." Rory stared in horror.

"Something is living there besides Canadians." Anna looked at the things crawling on it.

"I hugged it, I hugged it tightly." She freaked out.

"Yes, you did." Lorelia laughs.

"I have to shower!" Rory runs into the house.

"Hey, hey, hey, what about the rest of the garage? Rory! Hey, how 'bout if Lane's band rehearses in the kitchen? We don't use that either." She yelled at Rory's back.

"I use the kitchen." Anna threw her hands in the air.

"You just can't use it in the afternoon." She negotiates.

"If they practice in the kitchen no one would be able to watch tv in the living room." Anna knew Lorelai wouldn't have her tv time interrupted.

"Fine." She picked up a chair to bring it outside.


Lane and the band came over to help set up the garage. "I already talked to the neighbors. Just make sure you keep the doors closed, and the music must stop by eight." Lorelai let them know the rules.

"Don't worry, I have to be home by six." Lane nods that it was no problem.

"We'll be done by eight, don't you worry." Zack smiles from ear to ear at the older woman. To her daughters' amusement, the guy was smitten the second he saw her.

"I won't." She was visually uncomfortable with the young teen trying to put the moves on her.

"Okay, okay, okay, Lorelai, okay." He sways.

"Uh, so, um, Rory showed you the key. Uh, you're welcome to anything in the kitchen, which is nothing, but, uh, the water's yours for the taking. Just replace the bottle if it's out." She tried to make it sound like she didn't know he was flirting.

"You ask, I will obey." He took a step closer.

"Super." She cringes.

"I'm out!" Brian yelled. He and Dave were painting the walls.

"He's out! I'll get you some more!" Lorelai rushes to grab the can of paint.

"Oh, no, no, don't worry about it. I'll get it." Lane grabs the paint can from her to give to her bandmate.

"Okay. Oh, excuse me. Do you need any help?" She walks over to her daughters.

"No." They shook their heads.

"Do you need any help, please?" She begs.

"I'm good, Pamela Des Barres." Rory snickers.

"When did you turn on Mommy?" She whines.

"What? He's cute." Anna shrugs.

"Anna." She gasps.

"And you know, if you latch on now, you're entitled to half of everything when he dumps you after he's famous." Rory teased.

"Oh yeah, this could benefit us." Anna snickers.

"Okay, um, since you don't need any help, simply a new place to live, I'm gonna just go." She turned away to step back when Zack was right there. "You're back, okay, hi."

"We're gonna be playing a gig next month, and I think you'd get into it." He invited her.

"Oh, well, I'd love to get into it, Zack, but see, I have this medical condition where I can't listen to music." She said the first thing she thought of. Anna would have gone with you're too young for me.

"You can't?" He put his hands in his pockets.

"No. My ears, the hollow tube thing inside is very tiny and it will explode if I listen to anything loud and musical." She pointed at her ears.

"That sucks." He sighs.

"I know. Thanks for the invite, I'm sure it's gonna be great. Uh, so, uh, you guys have a good rehearsal. I'm gonna go on inside and write to Tipper. Great gal. See you guys later." She ran away.

"Bye Pam." Rory waves.

"She is some kind of fine." Zack sighs dreamily.

"Zack, some help would be great," Brian yelled.

"Relax." He went to help.

Anna and Rory help Lane organize some cords. "I still can't believe you guys are letting us rehearse here."

"You can thank us in the liner notes." Anna untangles them.

"Right under our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ." Lane put the cymbal stand together.

"That's some good billing. So, are you guys playing a gig next month?" Rory asked.

"Abby Berland's birthday party. Her parents are letting her have a band." She told them.

"That'd be great." Anna couldn't believe they got a gig.

"Cross your fingers she doesn't wreck the car again and her mother doesn't cancel it before we get to play." She hands Rory the stand.

"I'll hide the keys myself." She takes it into the garage. Anna sat on the ground to continue untangling the cords.

"Okay, I'm done." Dave got off the ladder.

"Me too." Brian walks out of the garage.

"Let's do this." Zack grabs his guitar.

"Listen, Lane, we need to talk a sec." Dave went up to her.

"Sure." She nods.

"Now that we finally have a real rehearsal space, we can get serious about the sound." He said what they were all excited about.

"Absolutely." She nods.

"Which means that I'm gonna need you to step it up a little." Dave went on when Lane let out a noise of shock. "I mean, you've got the potential, but you're sloppy. I need a clean roll on the toms but powerful, like Moon."

"Okay." She nods.

"I know you're a girl, but I need you to play like a guy." Anna glares at the side of his head.

"I understand." She said in a small voice.

"And if you can't, if that's too hard. . ." His voice sounded like he was talking to a child.

"No, that's not too hard. I'll be better, I promise." She cut him off not wanting to be kicked out of the band.

"Okay." He grabs his guitar to take it into the garage with the guys.

Anna followed him with the cord that connected the guitar to the amps. "I hope you guys stay safe here. With the wiring, the cord might catch on fire, or something heavy could fall on you." She wraps the cord around her hand as she imagines hanging him with it.

"Don't worry, we're not going to be doing anything reckless. We'll unplug after practice and make sure things are secure." Dave didn't catch on to what she was saying.

"Good, because accidents can happen when people… I mean things aren't treated right." She put the cord in his hand before walking out of the garage.

"I think she is saying don't talk like that to Lane again or else." Brian pointed out.

"I got it." He didn't want Lane's friend to think he was verbally abusive to her.

"Yeah man, what was that? If you thought her being a girl was an issue, then why'd you beg us to give her a chance?" Zack asks.

"Hey, what I said to her applies to everyone including myself. We all need to step it up." He realized he went too hard out there.


Rory grabbed her sister when she went outside and pulled her by Lane, so they were out of earshot from the guys. "Did you threaten Dave?"

"Yes, I'm sorry Lane but the way he was talking wasn't okay. It's not like the guy has perfect pitch. For him to talk down to you. He was lucky I didn't kick him in the balls." She did a practice kick.

"We thought the other guys might be catching on about me and Dave, so we came up with this plan that if he was mean to me they would get thrown off the scent." Lane realized she should have told the girls.

"But, if he doesn't talk to the guys like that, doesn't it seem abusive and sexist. And, if they're decent guys, which they seem to be, they might turn on Dave and want him out of the band." Anna wouldn't want someone like that in her band.

"We may have miscalculated." Lane thought about it. "This is why I should run things by you guys."

"Always happy to help." Anna was relieved her friend's boyfriend wasn't an asshole.


"Paris is mad." Eleanor looked at Paris with Louise and Madeline. She tried to cut Rory out of the student council and newspaper. When she couldn't do so, she pretended like Rory was dead outside of those responsibilities.

"Can't blame her." Anna ate a forkful of fried noodles.

"Anna!" Rory pouted.

"What? You betrayed her. I told you to tell her about that red snake." She thought Paris should have known from the start. She would want to know if someone was manipulating someone close to her to try and control her.

"Paris has been in bliss with Jamie. I didn't want to ruin it." Rory defends herself.

"If you were Paris, how would you feel?" Henry asked.

"I was wrong, but Paris is taking it too far." Rory didn't like how Paris was messing with her.

"Should we start red prom revenge?" Thomas asked.

"What?" Rory looked at Anna.

"Don't worry about it." She waved her off.

"Don't do anything to Francie at prom. She's horrible, but don't get in trouble." She didn't want them doing anything that would scar someone.

"So, having her win Prom Queen and having the crown glued to her scalp is too much?" Anna wonders.

"Yes!" She was horrified.

"What about putting a laxative in her punch and closing off the bathroom, so she has an accident in her dress?" Roger asked.

"No." Rory shook her head.

"What about…" Thomas was going to give another idea.

"No," Rory interrupted.

"I guess we'll discuss the senior prank later," Henry mutters.

"That would be best." Anna nods.


Anna was working in the diner after school when a pretty lady with a briefcase walked in. "Excuse me? Hi, I'm looking for a Mr. Lucas Danes." She walked up to Jess.

"Oh, Lucas." He sang.

"What?" He shouted.

"IRS." He picked up the busboy box to take it back into the kitchen.

"I'm not IRS. I'm not IRS." She introduced herself as Taylor's lawyer.

Anna sat down at Patty and Babette's table as they watched the woman and Luke interact. "There's chemistry there," Patty noted when they moved to the counter.

"Luke with Taylor's lawyer, so fancy." Babette nods.

Jess walks over to the table. "You're supposed to be working." He looks down at his girlfriend. "Did she just laugh at Luke's joke?" Anna gasps.

"She must be hard up." Jess got sucked into the show.

"Hush." Patty scolds him.

The teens walked over when the lawyer left. "Well, that was an interesting show." Jess put the pot of coffee back.

"What are you yammering about?" He rolled his eyes.

"Guess Gloria Allred wants to go slumming." He teased.

"Shut up." He scoffs.

"She was coming onto you." Anna nods.

"She was not." He shook his head.

"Couldn't you hear her panting when you were signing those things?" Jess laughed.

"Didn't see it." He grabs a pad to take orders.

"She laughed at your jokes, and we both know there's gotta be some ulterior motive when people laugh at your jokes." He pointed out.

"They're not funny." Anna agrees.

"Okay, whatever. Even if there was something, which I'm not saying there was, she's a suit. Not my type." He waves his hand to say it was never going to happen.

"Yeah, especially since she's not a monk." Jess leans against the counter.

"Oh, I don't go out that much, is that what that's supposed to mean?" Luke was offended.

"Take a look at a calendar. When was the last time you went out on a date? A year, two years ago?" Jess asks.

"Last month, wiseass. I went out with Joanna Cooper." He corrected.

"You gave her a ride home because her sister had an emergency. That's not a date." Anna was there that night.

"A ride home is the end of a date." He told them.

"Only if you go on a date first." Jess pointed out.

"I'm not gonna discuss this with you." He turned away from them.

"Suit yourself. We're going to spend a few hours together, then I'll give her a ride home. That's called the end of a date." Jess pats Anna's head.

"Or I could stay open a few hours later which means you're here 'til ten. That's also called the end of a date." Luke threatens.

"Hopeless." Jess wraps his arm around Anna's waist to guide her out before Luke makes good on his threat.


Jess and Anna were walking up the driveway to see Lorelai and Luke fishing out of an inflatable pool. "What are you guys doing?"

"Luke's teaching me to fish," Lorelai told them.

"Oh, they're so cute." Anna looked at the trout.

"That's Gomer, Pinky, Pete, Cheryl." She introduced them.

"Can we keep them?" She asks.

"It would be a sad life in this small pool." Luke tried to discourage it.

"What's going to happen to them?" She asks.

Luke got stuck since he was planning on eating them. "We'll release them in the pond, so you can see them all the time." Jess saved the day.

"Oh, that would be great for them." Lorelai nods.

"Okay, but can we keep them for a little while?" Anna stuck her hand in making the fishes swim to the other side of the pool. "Can I feed them some of the bait?" Luke gave her a nod, she picked up a worm to put it in the pond.

"Go inside so I can continue my lesson?" Lorelai nods to the house.

"Fine," She walks into the house with Jess.

"So, why is Luke teaching your mom to fish?" Jess was hoping she was making up excuses to spend time with Luke. He knew the crush his uncle had on her.

"She lied to this guy that she can fish, so Luke offered to teach her." She laughs at the situation her mom gets herself in.

"What?" Jess yelled, making her jump. "I can't believe this."

"What's wrong?" She was shocked by his anger.

"You have to know that Luke likes your mom." He huffs.

"I thought maybe, but I wasn't sure…. Oh, poor Luke." She put a hand over her heart when she realized how hard this must be for him.

"Hopefully this will encourage him to go out with the lawyer." He sat down on the couch.

"You think that's why he didn't go for it because he was holding out for her." She sat down next to him.

"I think unconsciously." He admits.

"Aw," She looked out the window.

"Don't worry, it'll work out." He turns on the tv to get their minds off of it.