Shaggy rips down a flyer for an seventh-floor Around The World party that lies, "Must be 21." Right. Twenty-one inches tall, maybe. They're pumped that it's time for the year's best party, and Heath's trouser radar beeps that there's a hot girl up there he's dying to probe. He calls her "the angel." Ron grins widely. "I'm still looking awesome, right? I'm going to be the belle of this ball, baby!" Except there's a huge brown stain on his gray t-shirt, so he's only looking excellent by a toddler's standards. He and Heath suddenly squint at Shaggy's face and realize he's wearing makeup on Vesuvius. "Rachel gave me cover-up for my pimple, and I put a little under my eyes," Shaggy says serenely. "I thought you looked less tired," Ron compliments him. "Thank you," Shaggy replies calmly, smiling angelically. Aw.

Steven turns to Hal for advice. I know, I know, he probably shouldn't bother. But Steven never listens to our warnings. "Your mom and I still fight," Hal says. "Hell, we even get it on every once in a while!" Steven nods uncomfortably. He knows it's true. It happened in his bed. He had to burn the sheets. Then he burned the replacement sheets for good measure. Steven, of course, also isn't heartened to hear stories of a dysfunctional yet neverending relationship. Hal cottons to this and tries to reassure Steven that he's got to be a better boyfriend than Eric. "Hell, you've got the Karp ass!" he bubbles. Like that's ever helped anyone. But Steven blushes because he's proud of his mildly fleshy ass bones. Steven laments that Eric's more manly -- taller, and experienced. All Steven has is Carmen Smithly, Maryland's answer to Florence Nightingale, except Flo actually existed. "I'm a geek, Dad!" Steven whimpers. "I'm such a geek." Hal calmly advises his son to simply one-up Eric at everything, but Steven protests that he can't make Lizzie 3-D graphics and harness an entire copy shop's resources to silkscreen unflattering images of himself onto Lizzie's bedding. He says that like it's a detriment. "I mean, like, he was really romantic," Steven laments. Hal tells Steven to punch up the romance and put Lizzie on an even higher pedestal. Steven wants ideas from Hal -- things Steven's mom always wanted Hal to do, but that he never did. "Learn to read minds," Hal states plainly. Steven, finally spotting Futility after it donned a chartreuse loincloth and spanked him with a palm frond just to get his attention, invents a class and rushes off to not attend it.

Lizzie admires an invitation to "a perfect night of love" at 8 PM. Rachel coos over it. Lizzie remembers when Eric filled his ex-stepdad's hot tub with pink champagne and they bathed in it. "That sounds nice," Rachel beams. Lizzie shrugs. "We got urinary-tract infections," she admits. "But it was...nice." Larice asks point-blank whether Lizzie plans to get back together with Eric. "No," she says immediately. "I mean, I don't think so." Rachel and Larice swap mildly concerned expressions.