This was not what either of them had in mind when Sybil asked to play matchmaker. A blind date, with someone neither of them had heard of. For all they knew, it was going to be a date with Satan - Again.

The blind date was specifically designed for Sam, as he hadn't been the same since his break up with Susan (see Sam and Max: This Time it's Virtual!) - yet Sybil and Abe seemed to agree that Sam and Max were more of a packaged deal, which wasn't an unfair claim. Allison was the blind date's name, and they had been warned prior to that "if you can't handle Sam and Max, you don't deserve Sam".

"This is pointless." Max grumbled, forced to wear a bow, though unable to decide if he wanted to wear it like a tie or around his ears. "Why do I have to dress up all fancy and go to some hoity toity restaurant like your plus one?"

Sam, far too focused on adjusting his "date tie", gave the lagomorph a look from his reflection in the mirror. "Well little buddy, according to Sybil, this date knows we're a two-for-one special that's cheaper than the spoiled milk sale at Bosco's." Feeling pleased with his tie, Sam went to put on his suit coat. It looked the same as his regular one, but in a navy blue. "Now, you don't have any weapons on you, do you?"

Max gives Sam a look, his classic grin still plastered over his face. "If you're referring to in my pockets, than no."

"But Max, you don't even wear pants -"

Before that thought can complete itself, Sam sees the time. "Crap! We've got to hurry if we want to make it on time. Don't want to leave Allison waiting on us like John Mayer waiting for a miracle."

"Or like the fairy god mother in Shrek holding up for a hero." Max retorts.

"You crack me up, little buddy." Sam comments, as the pair make their way to the DeSoto, driving off for their blind date.