Post by MrsRaviv on Oct 9, 2005 1:12:43 GMT -5
Coming out of the elevator
Cody: For the last time, Zack, give it back.
Zack: No way! It’s my turn to play with the gameboy.
Cody: Is not!
Zack: Is too.
Cody: No it isn’t! (Zack and Cody are tugging back and forth with the game) Give it here!
Zack: I said no! (Zack yanks it too hard and it flies through the air towards where Carey and Moseby are talking)
Moseby: So I need you to do two concerts to-
(sees that it’s about to hit Carey in the back of the head.) Watch out! (Moseby steps out of the line of fire and quickly pulls Carey over to himself.)
Cody: Mom, are you okay?! (Zack runs to go pick up the gameboy!)
Carey: (still dazed) Yeah, I’m fine…thanks to Mr. Moseby.
Moseby: (realizing he still has a hold of Carey’s arms, he lets go and gives an embarrassed forced cough) Oh, uh, think nothing of it. Just looking out for one of my finest employees.
Carey: Well, thank-you. (turning to Zack and Cody) And as for you two, what the heck were you doing?
Cody: Zack took the gameboy from me and it was still my turn.
Zack: No it wasn’t!
Carey: Wait, Cody, don’t you have your own gameboy?
Cody: No, Zack broke it remember.
Zack: I needed a science fair project!
Cody: So you threw it off the roof?!
Carey: Okay, I’ve had enough. The two of you have been arguing over just about everything for the past month. What is going on between you?
Cody: I’m tired of Zack hogging everything! It’s making me sick!
Zack: I don’t hog everything.
Cody: Oh, yeah. I can mathematically prove that you do.
Zack: See, that’s what makes me sick. Cody’s always being a know-it-all. He might as well go around saying: My name’s Cody and I think my brother’s a dummy.
Cody: That goes without saying.
Carey: Stop it now. It sounds to me like you’ve both been spending too much time together.
Zack: Any time is too much time with Cody.
Moseby: (cutting in) Now, boys, really. Spending time together can’t be all bad. Zack, I seem to recall you chasing Cody down at camp just because you missed him. You must have missed him quite a bit to get into a moving car with London and Muriel.
Carey: That’s it. Mr. Moseby, you’re a genius!
Moseby: I am rather smart, but I can’t say that I follow.
Carey: Boys, let me speak to Mr. Moseby for a second. Stay over there until I say so.
(Zack and Cody go and sit down on the lobby couch.) Thanks to you I have a brilliant plan. If they’re separated long enough they’ll see how lonely it is and they’ll stop arguing. Just like when Cody went to camp. So here’s my plan, Cody can stay here with me and Zack could spend the weekend with you.
Moseby: I’m not seeing the brilliant part of that plan. An entire weekend with Zack?
Carey: He wouldn’t be too much trouble, and I can’t think of anyone else he could stay with. My mother is out of town and who knows where his father is right now. Besides, I thought you it would be okay since you guys seemed to bond so well at the baseball game.
Moseby: Yes, but do we really need to bond again?
Carey: Please, Moseby. I can’t stand their constant bickering much longer. They’re driving me crazy!
Moseby: Alright. I suppose one weekend wouldn’t hurt. But couldn’t it be Cody instead of Zack?
Carey: Not a chance. He's mine.
Moseby: (sighing helplessly) Tell Zack to be ready by closing time.
Carey: Thank you, Mr. Moseby. You’re the greatest.
Closing Time
Zack: Mom, I think sending me to Moseby’s for a weekend is like child neglect or something.
Carey: Oh, please. You’ll love spending time with Moseby.
Zack: You must have a loose definition for love.
Carey: Maybe, but I don’t have a loose definition for punishment. Moseby’s or no Moseby’s, I can still ground you for the weekend. So behave!
Moseby: Are you ready Zack?
Zack: There’s really no easy way of answering that. (sees his mom glare at him as another warning to behave) Okay, I’m ready!
Carey: Have fun, Zack (hugs him tightly) Oh, I’m gonna miss you.
Zack: Mom, it’s only for the weekend.
Cody: (teasingly) But I bet it’ll seem longer.
Carey: (looks at Moseby and they both wink) Well, Mr. Moseby, take good care of Zack and enjoy the ballet.
Moseby: And you enjoy your shopping spree.
Zack: Ballet?!
Cody: Shopping spree?!
Zack/Cody: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
At Moseby’s Apartment
Moseby: Alright, after some dinner, we can watch the news and then it’s lights out.
Zack: But it’s the weekend. This is the only time I ever have to stay up.
Moseby: I understand you want to stay up, but it’s been proven that enough sleep at night keeps up the immune system. I’ve never stayed up past eleven in my life and I’ve never had a cold either.
Zack: Fine, whatever. Can we just eat, I’m really hungry. What are we having?
Moseby: Hmmm. Let me see here. I have a vegetable platter, clam chowder, oh, and some of my mama’s famous spicy beans and cornbread. You’re the guest so you can choose.(Zack buries his head in his pillow) I also have some protein bars if you want desert.
Zack: (mumbling) Somebody wake me up from this nightmare.
Moseby: Did you say something, Zack?
Zack: Oh, uh, I’d like the spicy beans and cornbread?
Moseby: Ahh, excellent choice. You’ll have just enough time to go wash up.
Zack: (mumbling again) Anything to get away from you.
Moseby: Did you say something else?
Zack: That’ll be cool. (rolls his eyes as he walks out of the room)
Saturday
Shopping
Cody: I can’t go any further…losing strength.
Carey: Already? We’ve only been shopping for an hour?
Cody: Only? Do you know what shopping for an hour can do to boys growing mind? This could scar me for life.
Carey: Oh, no, can’t let that happen. Tell ya what. One more store and then we can stop for a smoothie and then you can go to the arcade for awhile.
Cody: Really?!
Carey: Mm-hmm. But then after that, I think I’ll be in the mood for some shoes. I’ll need to find just the right pair.
Cody: And we’re back to the permanent scarring.
At the ballet
Before-hand
Zack: How long do I have to sit through this thing?
Moseby: It’s a two hour piece.
Zack: 2 hours? This is gonna scar me for life!
Moseby: Nonsense. You’ll love it. There’ll be a ten minute intermission about half-way through.
Zack: Good. That’ll give me just enough time to hurl.
Moseby: Would you have preferred a shopping spree?
Zack: And miss this wonderful ballet?! Are you crazy?
Moseby: That’s what I thought. Now, shhh, it’s about to start.
Outside the Performance Theater
Moseby: Well, Zack, I am quite impressed. I remember my first ballet. I wasn’t much younger than you. I believe I fell asleep through the first half.
Zack: But I thought you said you loved the ballet.
Moseby: What normal boy likes ballet?
Zack: I didn’t know you were normal.
Moseby: As strange as this might sound, I did not instantaneously fall in love with the ballet. It was an acquired passion.
Zack: So what did you like before ballet?
Moseby: I guess there’s no harm in telling you this, but I wanted to be a professional soccer player.
Zack: You and soccer?
Moseby: Yes, well every little boy has his delusional fantasies. I have ever trading card printed to this very day. But I think I always knew I could never play.
Zack: Why not? Weren’t you any good?
Moseby: I don’t know. Between my friends, I was the best. But I never got the chance to test my skills any further.
Zack: Couldn’t you have joined a soccer league or something?
Moseby: Mama, wouldn’t hear of it. She said I needed more sophisticated activities to fill my free time. So, when she suggested ballet, I decided to give it a try, and I’m glad I did.
Zack: I think this is silly. Couldn’t you have just thrown a fit or something?
Moseby: Shouldn’t you know that that never works. Not for boys, anyhow. Besides, I had my reasons for joining. The most beautiful girl in my school was in my ballet class. She was the prettiest Sugar Plum Princess I had ever seen.
Zack: Right on, Moseby. So that’s why you wanted to be that Nutcracker Prince thingy. Joining ballet for a pretty girl; maybe you were normal after all.
Moseby: How about you choose the next activity for the day. It’s only fair.
Zack: Really? Cool! The latest Secret Agent Jones hit theatres yesterday.
Moseby: Well, what are waiting for then?
Arcade
Cody: Just one more game.
Carey: You’ve already beaten me 8 times. Isn’t that enough for one afternoon?
Cody: Let’s just face it, Mom. I can beat you at any game in here.
Carey: Really? You wanna bet?
Cody: Mom, I thought we had this talk already. Betting is a foolish, unstable thing to do. Especially when you break down the odds.
Carey: What odds? It’s just the two of us. Oooooooh, I get it. Somebody’s chicken.
Cody: Okay I’ll do it! Just don’t cluck!! What’s the bet?
Carey: We play the one on one game and who over scores the most wins. If I win, we spend an extra hour shopping for shoes. But if youwin, I’ll take you to that movie you’ve been wanting to see.
Cody: Dr. Science and the Experiment that went Horribly Wrong!?
Carey: (sarcastically) Well, that’s a catchy title. Yeah, we’ll go see that one.
Cody: Alright, you’re on! But let me warn you: I’ve been practicing.
(both shooting hoops)
Carey: So, Cody. Do you miss your brother?
Cody: Are you kidding? If Zack was here, he’d be hogging the glory. He thinks he’s such a big shot because he’s good at sports.
Carey: I thought I told you that it’s okay that the two of you are different. And that you should be happy with who you are.
Cody: I know, but it’s just so hard to be happy with who you are with Zack around.
Carey: I know it’s hard, but maybe he feels the same way. Ever thought of that?
Cody: No, because it’s impossible.
Carey: I won! I won!
Cody: (groans) Now, I miss him. At least if he was here I wouldn’t have to suffer alone.
Carey: Bet’s a bet. But maybe we can still find time for that movie. What do ya think?
Cody: (overly-sweet) I think you’re the best mommy in the world.
Carey: Good. My evil plan is working! (both laugh) Come on, let’s go.
At the Park
Moseby: Goal! That’s a game!
Zack: Wow, Mr. Moseby. You rock at this.
(Both sit down, out of breath, on a park bench)
Moseby: I forgot how good that felt. It’s been so long since I’ve played soccer.
Zack: maybe you should have tried harder to become a soccer player.
Moseby: Oh, I don’t know. Then I never would have become a hotel manager and I do so love managing the Tipton.
Zack: And you’re really good at it.
Moseby: Thank-you.
Zack: I guess hangin’ out with you isn’t so bad. But I’m still surprised you didn’t pick Cody.
Moseby: (looking at the ground) Well, actually I did, but your mother wouldn’t have it so I- (realizing what he said, looks up and sees Zack running across the park.) Zack! I didn’t mean it! Zack! (gets up and runs after him. Zack stops at a tree to catch his breath and Moseby catches up with him.) Zack, what I said back there, I didn’t mean it.
Zack: Yes you did.
Moseby: But I was trying to say-
Zack: Like Cody said, it goes without saying. I’m Zack Martin, the boy nobody wants around.
Moseby: What makes you think these horrible things, Zack?
Zack: Cody doesn’t seem to want me around. You just said my mom wanted Cody around and not me. And even you prefer Cody over me. And then Maddie doesn’t want me. My dad doesn’t want me.
Moseby: Hold up, Zack. Your father? Does that have anything to do with this?
Zack: No (obviously guilty as charged) Just forget I mentioned him.
Moseby: Are you sure? I know what it’s like to have an unreliable dad. No one to teach you how to become a man, no one to talk to you about the girls you like… no one to play soccer with you.
Zack: (looks at Moseby) Your dad too? (Moseby nods) Still, it’s not fair! Cody’s the sensitive one, so of course mom appreciates him more.
Moseby: I bet it’s just as hard on him, Zack. And you’re right. It isn’t fair for either of you. But just because your dad isn’t always there for you, doesn’t mean that nobody wants you around.
Zack: Mr. Moseby?
Moseby: Yes, Zack?
Zack: I really have to go to the bathroom.
Moseby: I see. How’s this for a plan: first we find you a bathroom, grab a bite to eat and then we can stay up real late watching those lame t.v. horror movies.
Zack: Really? That’d be awesome!
Moseby: I had a feeling you’d think that.
Sunday
Carey: So Zack, did you enjoy yourself?
Zack: Yeah! Hey, mom, can I spend the afternoon with Mr. Moseby?
Carey: Okay, who are you and what did you do with my son?
Zack: No, I’m serious. I challenged Moseby to a rematch soccer game.
Carey: Well, I guess. If you’re sure Mr. Moseby’s okay with it.
Moseby: Of course I’m okay with it. Why wouldn’t I be?
Cody: (feeling left out) Well, have fun Zack.
Zack: What are you talking about? I don’t wanna go unless you do.
Carey: I must be dreaming. Yeah, that’s it. I’m dreaming. I’m going to wake up and everything will be back to normal (walks away mumbling to herself)
Moseby: So how long til your mother’s shock wears off?
Cody: I’d say two days atleast!
Zack: Who cares?! What matters is it’s two against one, and you’re goin’ down, Moseby.
Moseby: Goodie. Double the joy of victory.
Zack: No way! You can’t beat the Twin Terrors! Isn’t that right Cody?
Cody: Oh yeah! (Zack and Cody do their secret hand signal)
End Credits
Cody: For the last time, Zack, give it back.
Zack: No way! It’s my turn to play with the gameboy.
Cody: Is not!
Zack: Is too.
Cody: No it isn’t! (Zack and Cody are tugging back and forth with the game) Give it here!
Zack: I said no! (Zack yanks it too hard and it flies through the air towards where Carey and Moseby are talking)
Moseby: So I need you to do two concerts to-
(sees that it’s about to hit Carey in the back of the head.) Watch out! (Moseby steps out of the line of fire and quickly pulls Carey over to himself.)
Cody: Mom, are you okay?! (Zack runs to go pick up the gameboy!)
Carey: (still dazed) Yeah, I’m fine…thanks to Mr. Moseby.
Moseby: (realizing he still has a hold of Carey’s arms, he lets go and gives an embarrassed forced cough) Oh, uh, think nothing of it. Just looking out for one of my finest employees.
Carey: Well, thank-you. (turning to Zack and Cody) And as for you two, what the heck were you doing?
Cody: Zack took the gameboy from me and it was still my turn.
Zack: No it wasn’t!
Carey: Wait, Cody, don’t you have your own gameboy?
Cody: No, Zack broke it remember.
Zack: I needed a science fair project!
Cody: So you threw it off the roof?!
Carey: Okay, I’ve had enough. The two of you have been arguing over just about everything for the past month. What is going on between you?
Cody: I’m tired of Zack hogging everything! It’s making me sick!
Zack: I don’t hog everything.
Cody: Oh, yeah. I can mathematically prove that you do.
Zack: See, that’s what makes me sick. Cody’s always being a know-it-all. He might as well go around saying: My name’s Cody and I think my brother’s a dummy.
Cody: That goes without saying.
Carey: Stop it now. It sounds to me like you’ve both been spending too much time together.
Zack: Any time is too much time with Cody.
Moseby: (cutting in) Now, boys, really. Spending time together can’t be all bad. Zack, I seem to recall you chasing Cody down at camp just because you missed him. You must have missed him quite a bit to get into a moving car with London and Muriel.
Carey: That’s it. Mr. Moseby, you’re a genius!
Moseby: I am rather smart, but I can’t say that I follow.
Carey: Boys, let me speak to Mr. Moseby for a second. Stay over there until I say so.
(Zack and Cody go and sit down on the lobby couch.) Thanks to you I have a brilliant plan. If they’re separated long enough they’ll see how lonely it is and they’ll stop arguing. Just like when Cody went to camp. So here’s my plan, Cody can stay here with me and Zack could spend the weekend with you.
Moseby: I’m not seeing the brilliant part of that plan. An entire weekend with Zack?
Carey: He wouldn’t be too much trouble, and I can’t think of anyone else he could stay with. My mother is out of town and who knows where his father is right now. Besides, I thought you it would be okay since you guys seemed to bond so well at the baseball game.
Moseby: Yes, but do we really need to bond again?
Carey: Please, Moseby. I can’t stand their constant bickering much longer. They’re driving me crazy!
Moseby: Alright. I suppose one weekend wouldn’t hurt. But couldn’t it be Cody instead of Zack?
Carey: Not a chance. He's mine.
Moseby: (sighing helplessly) Tell Zack to be ready by closing time.
Carey: Thank you, Mr. Moseby. You’re the greatest.
Closing Time
Zack: Mom, I think sending me to Moseby’s for a weekend is like child neglect or something.
Carey: Oh, please. You’ll love spending time with Moseby.
Zack: You must have a loose definition for love.
Carey: Maybe, but I don’t have a loose definition for punishment. Moseby’s or no Moseby’s, I can still ground you for the weekend. So behave!
Moseby: Are you ready Zack?
Zack: There’s really no easy way of answering that. (sees his mom glare at him as another warning to behave) Okay, I’m ready!
Carey: Have fun, Zack (hugs him tightly) Oh, I’m gonna miss you.
Zack: Mom, it’s only for the weekend.
Cody: (teasingly) But I bet it’ll seem longer.
Carey: (looks at Moseby and they both wink) Well, Mr. Moseby, take good care of Zack and enjoy the ballet.
Moseby: And you enjoy your shopping spree.
Zack: Ballet?!
Cody: Shopping spree?!
Zack/Cody: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
At Moseby’s Apartment
Moseby: Alright, after some dinner, we can watch the news and then it’s lights out.
Zack: But it’s the weekend. This is the only time I ever have to stay up.
Moseby: I understand you want to stay up, but it’s been proven that enough sleep at night keeps up the immune system. I’ve never stayed up past eleven in my life and I’ve never had a cold either.
Zack: Fine, whatever. Can we just eat, I’m really hungry. What are we having?
Moseby: Hmmm. Let me see here. I have a vegetable platter, clam chowder, oh, and some of my mama’s famous spicy beans and cornbread. You’re the guest so you can choose.(Zack buries his head in his pillow) I also have some protein bars if you want desert.
Zack: (mumbling) Somebody wake me up from this nightmare.
Moseby: Did you say something, Zack?
Zack: Oh, uh, I’d like the spicy beans and cornbread?
Moseby: Ahh, excellent choice. You’ll have just enough time to go wash up.
Zack: (mumbling again) Anything to get away from you.
Moseby: Did you say something else?
Zack: That’ll be cool. (rolls his eyes as he walks out of the room)
Saturday
Shopping
Cody: I can’t go any further…losing strength.
Carey: Already? We’ve only been shopping for an hour?
Cody: Only? Do you know what shopping for an hour can do to boys growing mind? This could scar me for life.
Carey: Oh, no, can’t let that happen. Tell ya what. One more store and then we can stop for a smoothie and then you can go to the arcade for awhile.
Cody: Really?!
Carey: Mm-hmm. But then after that, I think I’ll be in the mood for some shoes. I’ll need to find just the right pair.
Cody: And we’re back to the permanent scarring.
At the ballet
Before-hand
Zack: How long do I have to sit through this thing?
Moseby: It’s a two hour piece.
Zack: 2 hours? This is gonna scar me for life!
Moseby: Nonsense. You’ll love it. There’ll be a ten minute intermission about half-way through.
Zack: Good. That’ll give me just enough time to hurl.
Moseby: Would you have preferred a shopping spree?
Zack: And miss this wonderful ballet?! Are you crazy?
Moseby: That’s what I thought. Now, shhh, it’s about to start.
Outside the Performance Theater
Moseby: Well, Zack, I am quite impressed. I remember my first ballet. I wasn’t much younger than you. I believe I fell asleep through the first half.
Zack: But I thought you said you loved the ballet.
Moseby: What normal boy likes ballet?
Zack: I didn’t know you were normal.
Moseby: As strange as this might sound, I did not instantaneously fall in love with the ballet. It was an acquired passion.
Zack: So what did you like before ballet?
Moseby: I guess there’s no harm in telling you this, but I wanted to be a professional soccer player.
Zack: You and soccer?
Moseby: Yes, well every little boy has his delusional fantasies. I have ever trading card printed to this very day. But I think I always knew I could never play.
Zack: Why not? Weren’t you any good?
Moseby: I don’t know. Between my friends, I was the best. But I never got the chance to test my skills any further.
Zack: Couldn’t you have joined a soccer league or something?
Moseby: Mama, wouldn’t hear of it. She said I needed more sophisticated activities to fill my free time. So, when she suggested ballet, I decided to give it a try, and I’m glad I did.
Zack: I think this is silly. Couldn’t you have just thrown a fit or something?
Moseby: Shouldn’t you know that that never works. Not for boys, anyhow. Besides, I had my reasons for joining. The most beautiful girl in my school was in my ballet class. She was the prettiest Sugar Plum Princess I had ever seen.
Zack: Right on, Moseby. So that’s why you wanted to be that Nutcracker Prince thingy. Joining ballet for a pretty girl; maybe you were normal after all.
Moseby: How about you choose the next activity for the day. It’s only fair.
Zack: Really? Cool! The latest Secret Agent Jones hit theatres yesterday.
Moseby: Well, what are waiting for then?
Arcade
Cody: Just one more game.
Carey: You’ve already beaten me 8 times. Isn’t that enough for one afternoon?
Cody: Let’s just face it, Mom. I can beat you at any game in here.
Carey: Really? You wanna bet?
Cody: Mom, I thought we had this talk already. Betting is a foolish, unstable thing to do. Especially when you break down the odds.
Carey: What odds? It’s just the two of us. Oooooooh, I get it. Somebody’s chicken.
Cody: Okay I’ll do it! Just don’t cluck!! What’s the bet?
Carey: We play the one on one game and who over scores the most wins. If I win, we spend an extra hour shopping for shoes. But if youwin, I’ll take you to that movie you’ve been wanting to see.
Cody: Dr. Science and the Experiment that went Horribly Wrong!?
Carey: (sarcastically) Well, that’s a catchy title. Yeah, we’ll go see that one.
Cody: Alright, you’re on! But let me warn you: I’ve been practicing.
(both shooting hoops)
Carey: So, Cody. Do you miss your brother?
Cody: Are you kidding? If Zack was here, he’d be hogging the glory. He thinks he’s such a big shot because he’s good at sports.
Carey: I thought I told you that it’s okay that the two of you are different. And that you should be happy with who you are.
Cody: I know, but it’s just so hard to be happy with who you are with Zack around.
Carey: I know it’s hard, but maybe he feels the same way. Ever thought of that?
Cody: No, because it’s impossible.
Carey: I won! I won!
Cody: (groans) Now, I miss him. At least if he was here I wouldn’t have to suffer alone.
Carey: Bet’s a bet. But maybe we can still find time for that movie. What do ya think?
Cody: (overly-sweet) I think you’re the best mommy in the world.
Carey: Good. My evil plan is working! (both laugh) Come on, let’s go.
At the Park
Moseby: Goal! That’s a game!
Zack: Wow, Mr. Moseby. You rock at this.
(Both sit down, out of breath, on a park bench)
Moseby: I forgot how good that felt. It’s been so long since I’ve played soccer.
Zack: maybe you should have tried harder to become a soccer player.
Moseby: Oh, I don’t know. Then I never would have become a hotel manager and I do so love managing the Tipton.
Zack: And you’re really good at it.
Moseby: Thank-you.
Zack: I guess hangin’ out with you isn’t so bad. But I’m still surprised you didn’t pick Cody.
Moseby: (looking at the ground) Well, actually I did, but your mother wouldn’t have it so I- (realizing what he said, looks up and sees Zack running across the park.) Zack! I didn’t mean it! Zack! (gets up and runs after him. Zack stops at a tree to catch his breath and Moseby catches up with him.) Zack, what I said back there, I didn’t mean it.
Zack: Yes you did.
Moseby: But I was trying to say-
Zack: Like Cody said, it goes without saying. I’m Zack Martin, the boy nobody wants around.
Moseby: What makes you think these horrible things, Zack?
Zack: Cody doesn’t seem to want me around. You just said my mom wanted Cody around and not me. And even you prefer Cody over me. And then Maddie doesn’t want me. My dad doesn’t want me.
Moseby: Hold up, Zack. Your father? Does that have anything to do with this?
Zack: No (obviously guilty as charged) Just forget I mentioned him.
Moseby: Are you sure? I know what it’s like to have an unreliable dad. No one to teach you how to become a man, no one to talk to you about the girls you like… no one to play soccer with you.
Zack: (looks at Moseby) Your dad too? (Moseby nods) Still, it’s not fair! Cody’s the sensitive one, so of course mom appreciates him more.
Moseby: I bet it’s just as hard on him, Zack. And you’re right. It isn’t fair for either of you. But just because your dad isn’t always there for you, doesn’t mean that nobody wants you around.
Zack: Mr. Moseby?
Moseby: Yes, Zack?
Zack: I really have to go to the bathroom.
Moseby: I see. How’s this for a plan: first we find you a bathroom, grab a bite to eat and then we can stay up real late watching those lame t.v. horror movies.
Zack: Really? That’d be awesome!
Moseby: I had a feeling you’d think that.
Sunday
Carey: So Zack, did you enjoy yourself?
Zack: Yeah! Hey, mom, can I spend the afternoon with Mr. Moseby?
Carey: Okay, who are you and what did you do with my son?
Zack: No, I’m serious. I challenged Moseby to a rematch soccer game.
Carey: Well, I guess. If you’re sure Mr. Moseby’s okay with it.
Moseby: Of course I’m okay with it. Why wouldn’t I be?
Cody: (feeling left out) Well, have fun Zack.
Zack: What are you talking about? I don’t wanna go unless you do.
Carey: I must be dreaming. Yeah, that’s it. I’m dreaming. I’m going to wake up and everything will be back to normal (walks away mumbling to herself)
Moseby: So how long til your mother’s shock wears off?
Cody: I’d say two days atleast!
Zack: Who cares?! What matters is it’s two against one, and you’re goin’ down, Moseby.
Moseby: Goodie. Double the joy of victory.
Zack: No way! You can’t beat the Twin Terrors! Isn’t that right Cody?
Cody: Oh yeah! (Zack and Cody do their secret hand signal)
End Credits