Tino: I wonder how Carver is missing this! Well, where ever he he is, when he gets here, his news will change the whole weekend. Its just a guess, but you know I'm right, don't ya?
Carver: I have got the best news!
Tino: Told ya.
Carver: I ran into Lard today.
Tish: That track star?
Carver: Yeah, and I made a bet that I could beat him in a race.
Tino: You didn't bet him money, did you?
Carver: Why would I do a thing like that?
Tino: Well that's good because--
Carver: I just bet him that if I lose, you guys will give his grandmother a sponge bath.
Tino, Lor, & Tish: YOU WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
Carver: Relax, I've got lucky shoes. There's no way I can lose.
Lor: Excuse me for just a second. LUCKY SHOES?!?!?!?! (laughs)
(the others huddle)
If Carver think the shoes are lucky, let 'em.
Tino: Yeah, if we tell him otherwise, he'll lose his confedence.
Lor: And before you know it, we're spongin' granny!
Carver: Mom, please don't tell me you didn't give away my lucky shoes to Helpers Helping The Helpless.
Carver's Mom: Okay, then, I won't tell you.
Carver: (looks up at the ceiling, with the camera looking down on him) NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Mrs. Duong: Are you sure you're not making this 'Shoe Police' thing up?
Tino: Kinda sure.
Lor: (after breaking an antique vase) Its not my fault. Why do they make antiques so old, anyway?
Lard: I've got another addition to the chore you have to do when Carver loses!
Lor: What? Does your granny want to be hot waxed too?!
Lard: Uh...yeah, how'd you know?