8.30 am
"It's eight thirty here in Central Park," Michael said, "and so far, the advantage Lorna gave her team is holding. Scott and her have been reporting to us and they're now after item six on their list. Team Red is close behind them, going after item five. Team Blue and Green are tied at item three and Team Purple is still unable to get their hands on item two. Lillian's with them right now."
"It can't be that hard," Jeff told Sherrie. "All you have to do is go in and ask for it."
"But it's a sex shop!"
"What are you, some kind of repressed virgin?"
Sherrie crossed her arms over her chest and Jeff threw his hands up in the air, frustration pouring out of his very being.
"Fine, I'll do it. God, that'll teach me to get swayed by a woman's external appearance."
Jeff got out of the car and hurried into the sex shop. Lillian went up to the passenger side window and knocked on it, finding Sherrie almost in tears.
"What went wrong?" the co-host asked.
"They wanted us to go in there," Sherrie pointed to the store, "and get…"
"Yes?"
"Well, something absolutely disgusting…"
"It's a store like any other…"
"No it's not. It's a sex store and… I've never been to one and I never intend on stepping foot in one."
"You? Of all people?"
"Yes… me… what did you think? That because I didn't wear a bra that one time that I'm a complete whore or something?"
"Yes," Lillian said truthfully.
"Well, I suppose you're entitled to be wrong," Sherrie snapped. "But you don't know me darling… not even a little bit."
"Got it," Jeff said, coming into the car, dropping his bounty in Sherrie's lap.
The contents of the non-descript brown paper bag spilled out of its confines and Sherrie screamed when she saw the rubber vagina and its partner, the flesh-colored vibrator, complete with clitoral attachment.
"You are so squeamish," Jeff laughed. "They're just instruments of pleasure."
Joining actions to words, Jeff picked up the items two and three and showed them to the camera, ignoring the disgusted look on his partner's face.
"Jeff," Lillian said, "I understand you're in a hurry, "but I have to ask, for all the female fans out there, "do you only die the hair on your head?"
Grinning like a loon, Jeff lowered the top of his track pants, revealing a line of bright blue hair right above his crotch. With Sherrie and Lillian still staring at his crotch, he put the car in gear and took off, heading for item four.