Thanks to Judd Apatow and the staff of Undeclared for letting me come visit. It was a lot of fun, and we'll have the interview posted shortly. I got the tape of this episode from them, so I apologize in advance if any of it is somehow different than what actually aired.
The episode starts in the Frosh Pit. I have no idea what's going on; it's a strange and confusing conversation about beans and rabbit hutches, and there's grossed-out laughter, and all of a sudden I'm back in grade one and Snowball the Albino Guinea Pig just peed all over my friend. Lizzie appears in a bra and pajama pants, and coquettishly whines that she's bored and wants to borrow a movie. The guys' smiles disappear, and are replaced with something close to shock, bewilderment, curiosity, amusement, and titillation. Ron and Shaggy giggle. Lizzie bends over right in front of Steven, who stares at her ass like it's prime rib. She pops up with what looks like a Blockbuster video case. Right on cue, Rachel bounces across the hall in boxers and a leopard-print bra. I have to say, although seeing them makes me horribly depressed about the state of my own abs, it's refreshing to note that neither girl suffers from that most nefarious of disaeases, TRPS (Tara Reid Pelvis Syndrome). "Don't take Dead Man On Campus -- I just watched it last week," Rachel's breasts pout. Lizzie frowns and bends at the waist again to shake her hams at Steven. He seriously looks hungry and terrified, lest the next showpiece be an errant nipple that hardens him from the waist down. Ron's ear-splitting grin betrays how much he's enjoying the show, and he even shoots an appraising glance at Rachel's waist. He's so Beavis right now -- "Heh, there's a chick. And she's naked." Lizzie flips up with another flick, and both girls delightedly shuffle out of the room to watch movies in their bras, which -- if it's anything like my life -- will precede a heated conversation about birth control, a long lingerie pillow-fight, and a solid hour of Strip Jumping.
The guys are struck dumb by their brush with female nudity, but it soon passes. "That was awesome," breathes Shaggy. "That was pretty cool," guffaws Ron, delighted. "Awesome that was not," scolds Heath. It seems that which he most feared has come to pass -- they've accidentally become more like brothers than boyfriend material to Rachel and Lizzie. I didn't realize that girls ran around in their bras in front of their brothers. Wow, girls suck. Shaggy doesn't see Heath's point. "Well, I understand that where you're from, being someone's brother might not necessarily eliminate sexual possibilities, but for Ron and myself and Steven, it spells trouble," Heath smirks. Steven denies this, but Heath thinks it's pretty pathetic that Steven hasn't bitten off another piece of Lizzie now that she's single. Steven unconvincingly claims that he and Lizzie just want freedom to explore their options. "Lizzie, [and] your right hand. Those are your options," sasses Heath. Ron and Shaggy enjoy that. Steven doesn't, what with it being the truth and all. But Heath suddenly turns and challenges Ron's merriment, since we've no proof that he'd even seen a bra before. "I've got it covered," Ron coughs, embarrassed. Shaggy brightens. "Does Ron have a secret?" he grins.