J.B. ushers Bar Mitzvah Mother and son into Scraggle's music shoppe and tells Scraggle that they are performing at the bar mitzvah the next day. The bar mitzvah boy fills Scraggle in on his musical tastes: "Okay, no Britney Spears, she's so lame. But definitely Backstreet Boys, 'N Sync --" Scraggle interrupts him and tells the kid just to make a list while he has a private confab with J.B. I'm just wondering why Hewitt didn't insist that her boyfriend's band, LFO, get mentioned in that list. Scraggle tells J.B. that they don't know anything about bar mitzvahs and that "[he's] not spinning that music." He feels strongly about that one, because he says it twice. A bit snobbish for someone who's two steps away from eviction, isn't he? Which is pretty much what J.B. tells him in order to shut him up. Scraggle schlumps back to their clients behind J.B. "Oh, and here's the address of the costume shop. You have to be there by five," the mother tells them. "Costume shop?" Scraggle asks. "It's a western theme," J.B. explains. "I'm the sheriff and you're my deputy." At Scraggle's glare, J.B. reconsiders: "Or you can be the sheriff."
Mollie and Platypus are walking home from Platypus's drama class, and Mollie is prattling on about how great Platypus's drama teacher was about letting her sit in on the class. She tells Platypus she's just having the best time in New York and that Platypus has this great life, great friends, success as an actress. Platypus interjects that she hasn't made it yet, and lucky for her she did interject, because otherwise I would be forced to mention that two commercials and a non-speaking part on a soap do not an actress make. Glad I didn't have to reiterate that. Oh, look. I just did. Mollie tells Platypus she wants her life (so, um, when do you dye your hair, Hedda?) and says she's decided to stay. Platypus is shocked beyond speech. Of course, her mouth is also stuffed full with a pretzel. All she can manage is a weak smile.