It has been twenty-one hours since any of the Eltingville Club members have gotten any sleep, let alone left the couch. All four of them are holed up in Josh's basement, watching the fourty-eight hour Twilight Zone marathon currently airing on the local sci-fi channel.

The boys had gotten restless and antsy while trying to name every episode before anyone else to win the little competition they're holding -- most points wins some rare trading card. They got so restless, infact, that they spilled the majority of the soda they brought to power themselves through the night and day on one another and are wearing Josh's oversized night shirts.

Bill, Jerry and Pete all sit on the couch, slumped over and positively exhausted from watching television for so long while Josh leans back against the furniture. The former pipes up blearily, "guys... we're more than halfway there.. an' I'm proud of you... but... I think we could all use a little pick-me-up. Josh... any Mountain Dew left?"