In which our heroes battle bargain-hunters, jealous lovers, the danger of dills, and misty, water-colored memories of the way they were.

In which our heroes talk a little shop, muse over collegiate nudes, wax Parisian, and seek salvation in Shrewsbury.

In which our heroes wake and bake, party hardly, and face off against a righteously indignant Canadian.

In which our heroes try to manufacture road rage, enter handy negotitations, draw the line at what they'd do for a Make-a-Wish kid, and catch up with an old bathroom buddy.

In which our heroes get corny, analyze the father of American obesity, and get a shot of maturity.

In which, fittingly, our heroes talk about childish things.

In which our heroes talk about beef. Lots.

In which our heroes celebrate a milestone, lament the loss of the ultimate weapon, pit the Christ against the AntiChrist, and plot the most amazing movie ever made.

In which our heroes dream of private tutoring, catalogue questionable laws, survive a star cros't love affair, rally against lawn art, and unwittingly seduce a funny-book merchant.

In which our heroes relate ribald tales of corporate piracy, draw upon the scat games of the short and fantastical, discuss the first generation of hand-held games, and reminisce about the imaginary lengths a boy will go to in an effort to secure some free comic books.