It turns out that she wears a sarong over her bikini, anyway. On the WB Beach Party set, Tori2 introduces Dave as Michigan J. Frog, who high-fives her and dances around. Lots of extra flesh hunks dance around the stage and scream "Woo!"

At the volleyball net, Johnny tells Leslie Bibb that she's "going doowwn!" She gets all nervous and says, "What? Who told you? No -- that Rolling Stone cover was just a joke! Carly and I are just friends!" Oh, wait. No, she doesn't. She says, "In your dreams, pretty boy." Ooh, that was such a harsh burn, except for the harshness and the burning. Johnny thought the girls were supposed to wear bikinis. Carly Pope explains that the WB doesn't pay them enough for that. Heh. The WB -- all self-deprecating and shit. Heh heh. Gustave wouldn't approve of Carly's hair, I don't think. Courtney stretches in the background. She's not wearing a bikini, either. The Popular girls are ready to play. In an awkward, probably faked shot, Tori2 rides Dave J. Frog's back over to the court. Dave mutters that it's five thousand degrees in his costume. There are at least two people holding up signs that say "We [heart] Marcy!" The signs all look the same, too.

Courtney serves the ball. Carly and Leslie do the "set, set, OVER!" thing that you learned in junior high gym. The ball hits Johnny's shoulders and knocks him down. In the next play, it hits him again. Courtney's pissed. "God, you suck!" she tells him. She starts having war flashbacks, utilizing military metaphors all over the place. She's not screwing around. Personally, I don't see how they're playing with only two people per team. I guess that's why I never played semi-pro.

Hunter walks up to the service cart in curlers to see what Rob wants. He has good news. Helena's part has been expanded with a "three-episode story arc." Rob says he's actually glad Hunter pressured him into hiring her mother. Hunter isn't pleased. She details the ways in which Helena's been driving her crazy. She wants her off the show today. Rob listens intently to her little speech. Then, "Wow! I really like the way you underplayed that," he says, applauding her improved acting. "I'm serious," Hunter says, as a drop of water runs down her face. "There it is! The signature tear!" says Rob. He's not going to get sucked into her drama, though. He takes his chicken tenders and walks away.