Yesterday's pages did not reflect my best work.

Uh, so, Pheebs, where are you doing your bell ringing?

No, uh-uh. You can have this back when the five pages are done, huh?

You know, that same thing happened to me one time.

There. Now no one's going to the game. Ha-ha-ha.

Ross will be home soon. I have to write five pages to stick to his schedule.

When did that happen to you?

I don't know what you two are talking about, but I'd just like to say thanks to both of you.

I've already been to the bank, post office and dry cleaners.

What? Wait, wait, wait. The handsome man was about to enter!

...what are the chances I could get those guys to star in it?

Yeah, I think we said goodbye to that when we invented hammer darts.

And I wanted to take a picture but I didn't have my camera.

A guy in your position needs to be a little better at relaxing, you know.

The End." Yeah.

Yeah, that's the game we played.

How could I not get the part?

No, dude. Ross tore up the tickets.

- What are you doing? - I reorganized the fridge, heh.

What is all this? "The Official Rulebook of Fireball."