Dear Gap: Remember "Khakis swing"? I do. That's the reason why people despise "Everybody in Leather." Love, Wing Chun.
Pacey rows Joey down the creek. I certainly hope his form improved before he set foot on the set of Skulls. He complains about having to troll for snails in his free time. She tells him that, given the choice, she wouldn't be doing this either, but that she wasn't the one who screwed up the experiment. To change the subject slightly, Pacey remarks that he'd thought Joey was a good student, so what happened to her on this midterm? She asks what he means, and he explains that for her to be doing this project with him, she had to have failed the test. She evasively says that they're "almost there" and that they should "save the chit-chat for later."
Back at the carnival, poor Mary Beth is summarizing Dawson's explanation: "So you're really doing this for Jen. It's one of her first dates with Cliff. She probably doesn't want to be alone with him. She probably doesn't even know if she really likes him. So in order to take the pressure off, she asks you to make it a double. Dawson, that is really very sweet of you." Dawson says, "Really, don't mention it." Wow, this liar is "one of the good ones"? Dating must be pretty grim these days. Mary Beth won't let it go and keeps telling Dawson how great he is -- as if he needed to hear it from her on top of everyone else in tri-state area. They spot Cliff and Jen and walk over to meet back up with them.
At the creek, Joey starts to say that the water's getting high, so they should probably wrap it up, but when she turns around, she glares at Pacey. He says, "What?" She says, "Please tell me that you tied our boat up, and that the one floating downstream isn't ours." Pacey looks over his shoulder, turns back, and quietly says, "I tied the boat up, and the one floating downstream isn't ours?" Somehow, he managed to make it sound cute. Really. Joey huffs, "Great."
Dawson throws a baseball at some milk bottles while Cliff looks on. Dawson knocks down all of his but one; Cliff has one more ball (heh), and topples the last of his bottles and picks out a stuffed lion for Jen. Mary Beth says that she thinks the Ferris wheel is working again, but Dawson ignores her and challenges Cliff to a re-match. Jen and Mary Beth roll their eyes. Cliff says that there's "no shame in losing" to him, since he did come in third in the pitch, hit and run regionals last summer. Dawson squares his already-square jaw and throws -- like a girl -- knocking over the top-most bottle. Cliff throws. Blah blah, they both end with one fishcake standing. Mary Beth mutters, "Classic pissing contest." When it comes to who has the smaller penis -- Knoll or Dawson -- I really think it's too close to call, and too hard to measure using existing technology. Cliff's last throw misses. Dawson winds up, and Cliff says, "No pressure, man." Oh, go design a font. Because this is a TV show, Dawson knocks down the last bottle. The carny hands him a plush toy and says, "Who's the lucky lady?" So flushed with victory that his cover story has completely flown out of his mind, Dawson starts to proffer the toy to Jen, who looks alarmed. He catches himself and flicks his head back to Mary Beth, who looks disgusted that she let Dawson talk her out of her instincts. He says, "We need to talk." I hope she gives him an atomic wedgie.