Drew Carey found himself sneaking into his own house through the back door. He would have almost gotten away with it too, if he hadn't detoured into the kitchen where Ryan was raiding the fridge.
          "Hey Drew, you're not supposed to be back," Ryan mused, helping himself to some beer.
          "Keep it down, I don't want Colin to know I'm here," Drew whispered.
          "Well I never…you're scared of Colin," Ryan mocked.
          "I'm not scared…I just don't want him to find out I couldn't get the studio," Drew breathed.
          "You could get the studio?" Ryan gasped. "Oh you're in trouble."
          "Thanks buddy," Drew hissed, helping himself to a beer.
          "Drew what are you doing back?" Colin snapped as he marched into the kitchen.
          Both Ryan and Drew jumped.
          "Jeez Col, you shouldn't sneak up on a man with bad heart," Drew grumbled, holding his hand to his chest.
          "I shouldn't let you breed either but so far that doesn't seem to be a problem," Colin spat.
          Ryan nervously gulped his beer while Drew looked totally shocked.
          "So why are you back?" Colin asked forcefully.
          Drew swallowed hard and edged closer to the door.
          "I had trouble getting the studio," he began. Colin's face fell into an unmistakable scowl. "But Wayne came up with this idea to sneak Chip into the studio."
          "So?" Colin sarced.
          "So when Brad and Steve get there Chip can let them in and they can stop anyone else getting in…. So there's no need to worry, we still have control of the studio," Drew enthused.
          Colin stayed silent for a minute, doing nothing but rubbing his chin.
          "Very well…but it still doesn't explain why you're here," he eventually said.
          "Well…I thought…we got the studio man," Drew said meekly.
          "What about the set? Did you pay a few stage hands to put the set up?" Colin asked.
          Drew closed his eyes and swore under his breath.
          "You're pathetic…I don't want to see your…let’s call it your face…until we broadcast," Colin spat with total disdain.
          Drew threw his hands up in defeat and turned to leave.
          He reached the door and stopped.
          "Colin…I almost forgot…" he sighed and walked back over to Colin and held out the video. Colin took it begrudgingly. "It’s the security video you wanted…I was wondering how you planned to cover the date and time that gets recorded on all security videos. I know security will pick up anything suss in seconds…. Just a thought though," Drew mused, turned and swaggered out the door an unshakeable smile on his face.
          Drew sang to himself as he sauntered back to his car.
          "Oh Colin…you thought you were a crafty Canuck…Oh Colin I made you look like a schmuck… Oh Colin you can't help it but suck…Oh Colin you're such a dumb…."
          His joyous verse was cut short by the sight of his car. His tyres hadn't been slashed or his windows broken. No, instead his wheels were completely gone.
          "Five, Four, Three, Two…" Colin counted down and then a devious smile spread across his face. "One."
          A scream of, "YOU BASTARD," and, "YOU WON'T NEED A PLANE TO GET YOU BACK TO CANADA," emanated from the driveway.
          "What did you do?" Ryan asked, looking curiously at Colin.
          "Just teaching Drew a little about respect," Colin chuckled and made his way back into the living room.
          "So what are you going to do about the date and time thing?" Ryan asked as he followed Colin.
          Colin was about to open his mouth when Richard sauntered over, took the video from Colin and sat himself in front of Drew's computer.
          "I was going to get Richard to deal with it," Colin said unconvincingly.
          "Sure you were buddy" Ryan smiled, slapping Colin on the back.