Backstory? Why, Genesis would love to, thanks: "We are going to Vermont this weekend to go skiing overnight with some of the kids from the youth center." We're going skiing overnight at a place called "Mount Snow." And so we do, cutting back to the CCC under the cover of darkness as Genesis's confessional predicts "total chaos." Cut back to Poor, Poor Anthony on a packed yellow school bus, attempting to rally an unwieldy horde of eight-year-olds into forgetting about their upcoming night of wetting a strange bed across state lines while wondering what they did to goad their parents into transferring custody of them permanently over to Viacom Inc. In his some-kind-of-New-England-accent, Poor, Poor Anthony tells them that they should be arriving in about an hour-and-a-half, then yells something else which causes all the kids to yell in hearty support, but to me just sounds like, "Chowdah chowdah choowdah." 'Cause that is some kind of New England accent, people. Ironic Foreshadowing sings too, his song a dirge-like death march for Poor, Poor Anthony's relationship with the members of the firehouse.
Cut to...oh, my, we're still on the bus, aren't we? What is this, Rope? Let's dispense with the real-time vérité and make with the time-sucking montages, shall we? Kameelah cashes in on what is clearly a baiting private joke of some kind, screaming out, "I disapprove ahead of time of alligator songs." Which is the cue for a call-and-response song about alligators, led by Poor, Poor Anthony in one of the final moments of joy he will ever, ever experience. Ironic Foreshadowing affixes his ski tag to the zipper of his puffy, Gore-Tex jacket.
Morning at Mount Slow...er, I mean "Mount Snow." Also known, by virtue of its constant blizzard and need for protective, asbestos-lined clothes and special footgear for traveling from point to slow-concealed point, as "Boston with Hills." Jason and Sean are bedecked in the latest in trendy B-M ski gear, Jason already peering around the place in search of the completely flat stretch of dry, snowless land -- where he can ski just 'cause he's dressed in real hip ski gear -- called The Dilettante Slope. Say what you will about Sean (and, oh my, haven't I), at least he looks like he knows what he's doing. Anyway, the two are already in hard-core Shirk Responsibility Mode, as Jason rationalizes to Poor, Poor Anthony, "I know the instructors aren't going to want us sitting there chilling and hanging out while the kids are taking their lesson." An instructor, standing next to Anthony, confirms that she does, in fact, want everyone to stay together. Poor, Poor Anthony repeats, "Just make sure you're with the children." Sean expects us to in any way take his side when he voice-overs, "The instructor started off with the basics of, 'This is your ski, this is your binding' and I was just goin', 'Oh, my God this is gonna be a long day.'" Cut to Sean and Jason skating off with varying degrees of sure-footedness (Sean, some; Jason, less) as Sean continues, "We packed up and left and did our own thing." Ironic Foreshadowing straps on his skis and rides the ski lift with them to the top of the K-12, snickers with sinister, I-have-the-easiest-job-in-show-business glee, and pushes off down the mountain with a hearty "yeeeeee-ha!"