Back at Adam's, Zeek is watching the game when suddenly the TV changes automatically to SpongeBob. He freaks out, of course, but this time I can't blame him. If that song started blasting in my face unexpectedly, I would also become enraged. Perhaps not to the extent that Zeek does, screaming for Adam to come fix his TV while Max sits down and starts watching his show. Kristina and Adam make Zeek go into another room so they can explain the situation to him like he, himself, is a child. They have to limit Max's TV time, and it has to be predictable for Max, so the TV is set up to switch to SpongeBob right at 7 p.m., and when it's over, it turns itself off. "Ever since we set it up this way, we haven't had a single fight about the TV," Adam says. Kristina: "It's good for Max." Zeek asks if there aren't any exceptions like, even for overtimes or something. A valid question, kind of, but Adam gets mad. "Hey," he says, his facing going hard. "If you don't like it here..." Kristina tries to intervene, but the machismo has already taken over. "You wanna play it that way?" Zeek asks. Zeek sulks up the stairs, saying he'll just go upstairs and listen to the game on his radio, with the crickets. "I'm gonna kill him," Adam says to Kristina, when he's gone. She is all for that.
At school, Haddie stops Amber in the hall to invite her to the slumber party. "It's stupid, but could also be really fun!" Haddie says. "I really want you to come." Amber tries to beg off, citing her algebra test. Is this slumber party happening on a school night? I don't understand how this town has no weekends. Anyway, Haddie begs her to come, saying that she has to be there. "Seriously, when you make fun of Steve, it makes me feel so much better!" she says. "Please!" Flummoxed, Amber can't do anything but say yes, though of course she would rather die of shame than go.
Crosby is... house shopping? Ah, he saw an open house sign and now a realtor shows him through a cute two-bedroom, talking up the neighborhood. "Do you think a piano would fit through that door?" he asks, pointing to the front. "Upright or grand?" the realtor asks. Crosby: "Well, it's not Elton John's piano, so... upright." The realtor titters politely. Crosby asks if the local schools are any good, and the guy says they are. "Do you have a family?" he asks. Crosby says it's, uh, complicated. "I did recently acquire a son," he says. "He's really cute." He proudly shows the realtor pictures of Jabbar and Jasmine. "Is it just the three of you?" the realtor asks. Crosby: "Yyyyeah, probably. The piano's a definite, though. The rest of it's a work in progress." The guy shows him the rest of the house, ending in the kitchen, off of which is the washer/dryer unit. "You know what?" Crosby says. "I know how to operate these." The realtor declines to congratulate him on doing something he ought to have known how to do all along.