Street. Scooter. Bus. Costume store. Janelle, Zach, and John shop. Janelle tells us that she loves clothes. They try on costumes. Wings. Afro. Mask. Keg. Cheerleader. Referee. (Those are all costumes they try on, by the way. Not characters from a new show on Adult Swim...although I would watch the shit out of that show.) Janelle camera-talks that John is rude and obnoxious, but it somehow works for him. Sort of. I think the "attraction" between John and Janelle is being pretty much manufactured by the editors and lucky kids straight out of college. In other words, I'm not sure the essence of what happened is being fully honored here, but maybe that's just me.

It's night now as the costume-shoppers walk to a restaurant/bar. "This is our week," they all lamely decide. Then John jokes about oysters making Janelle horny. He tells us that if "anything" were to happen between him and any of the girls in the house, it would be with Janelle. Ooh, what a rousing endorsement of his attraction-storyline. And also, let's think about his girl-options: Paula and Svet both have psycho boyfriends who most likely kill people regularly or at least send them to hospitals, and Jose has a cock. Yeah, Janelle it is.

Night. House. John and Tyler discuss how amazing the parade is supposed to be. John feels like everyone has taken the lead on something for the group and he wants to do it with the float and show everyone his "integrity." John thinks that they're going to "impress the shit" out of some people. Sure, maybe someone who has never seen TV before.

Day. Clouds. House. Driving. Key West. Key West. Bridge. Key West. Tyler and John arrive at HOME DEPOT! The security thing beeps when Tyler tries to go in. He jokes, "Are homosexuals not allowed?" Heh. Friends Fitch and Layne shop with them. John explains that they're breaking up the duties for the float into two parts: John is design and construction and Tyler is in charge of "flowers" and "glitter." Funny. While trying to locate something in the store, Tyler asks whether he can just raise up his hand and get help. In a Home Depot? Are you fucking serious? What you can do is stand around for twenty minutes asking each employee -- who it turns out doesn't actually work in that department, but swears that they'll go find someone for you -- and then eventually once you're done crying in frustration, go to your local independent hardware store.