Hairless requests a high-five slap from Kev with, "Exactly. Up top." God, he's a tool. Kev gets a concerned look on his face (I mean, more concerned than usual) and says that he feels bad for Courtney, because her ex sold the pics to the mag without her permission. I wonder how someone would ASK permission of an ex to use some lame mountaintop photos for profit. Hairless asks Kev how he knows this. "Because I read the article," says Kev. "Sicko," says Hairless, walking off. Kev looks longingly after him. "Um, Quentin? My seven dollars?" Poor Kev. Cursed with a job that requires him to chase after idiot stars for measly pocket change.

Meanwhile, Coco (we'll get to this nickname later) drives up to the studio entrance, where a security guard greets her by saying that if she ever wants to go for a hike with him, he'll leave his wife and kids. Courtney doesn't know what the hell he's talking about and drives onto the lot. Look. I can see some Everyman wanting to leave his wife and kids for a long woodland hike with, say, Pamela Anderson, but I think that's a little extreme for a bottle-blonde with a mere B-cup. I'm just sayin'.

Somewhere on the set, Hunter is checking out the mag, and she's surrounded by curious crew members. Coco walks up, wondering aloud if they got a good review. This is the WB, remember? Do they EVER get good reviews? I mean, other than from the Christian Coalition for that damnable 7th Heaven? Hunter innocently tells Coco, as she hands her the mag, that it's a shame because her career was off to such a good start. Coco's flabbergasted. Hunter just smiles and says, "I would think you'd need to hike in a support bra. Good for you." Hee.

After the requisite credits and commercials, we're on a large gym set, watching as a group of cheerleaders rehearses a cheer. Marcy's amongst them, managing to butcher every single little step and look adorable at the same time. Rob watches, grimacing. He approaches Marcy and tells her that she doesn't have to do the cheer if she doesn't want to; they can always get her double and do a wide shot, like they've done in the past. Schmarce is all gung-ho on doing it, though, because the National Cheerleading Association is giving her an award for all that she's done for the sport. "And I've never even done one cheer!" she whines. She begs Rob for a chance to practice. Rob allows it, and Schmarce launches into her flail-a-thon again. Dave's watching from the sidelines, and suddenly Schmarce moves into slow-mo which, I'm assuming, has everything to do with Dave's complete adoration of her and nothing to do with inflicting minutes and minutes of drawn-out pain upon the viewers.