J.B. is on the phone, attempting to rent more speakers for the night. Sophie runs up to him in a sweat and J.B. hangs up on whoever he was talking to. She asks where Scraggle is, and J.B. tells her they have it under control. Sophie whinges that they do a dozen parties for this client a year, "at least. You promised you could handle this." J.B. tells her to have a little faith. "But it's eight!" Sophie shrills. Back at the bar mitzvah, Scraggle is packing up shop as Bar Mitzvah Mother is shrieking, "But Mr. Maguire, it's eight, my son is crying. He hasn't had a chance to dance with his little sweetheart!" I smell a lawsuit. Scraggle apologizes and bolts as the mother yells after him that they aren't getting paid and she wants her deposit back.

Platypus tries to give a dramatic performance, but her teacher, the Ascending Snake Mayor, tells her she doesn't know what depression feels like and rips her to shreds in front of the whole class. Verbally, not with his fangs. Mollie watches wide-eyed.

At Sophie's gig, Scraggle and J.B. are arguing, again. Sophie comes over and reads them the riot act and tells them to start playing music, ASAFP. Scraggle picks up some vinyl and swears. Sophie tells him she can't afford "damn." Scraggle says he brought the wrong music crate in from the van. J.B. says he'll go out and get it, but Sophie says he doesn't have time and tells Scraggle to play anything. Scraggle tries to explain, but J.B. interrupts and orders him to just play it. I so called this next one. The only music Scraggle has, and puts on, is Hava Negilah. Scraggle looks at them smugly and folds his arms. Sophie flips and flames J.B. before marching away. J.B. and Scraggle stare each other down.