"Hey, Mike. I need your help! It's an emergency," Gary told him, completely out of breath.

"That is it?"

"I asked Anna to marry me."

"Congratulations. So what's the problem?"

"She said YES, now she wants to meet Mom."

"Yeah?"

"You know how mom is."

"So what do you want me to do about it?"

"I want you to impersonate her."

"Impersonate Anna?"

"No, Mom. I want you to dress up in her clothes. I want you to say you're mom."

"You've got to be nuts."

"You do look a lot like her."

"Get someone else to do it."

"Anna has seen a picture of Mom. You are the only one who can do it."

"I can't do it. That is ridiculous."

"Help me, Gary. You're my old hope."

"Don't use that Jedi mind trick on me. It isn't going to work."

"It's true. You are the only one."

"I'm not Mom. I'm even a woman. I can't pull it off."

"You sort of look like Mom. I'll dress you up. It'll be fine."

"Mom will find out eventually."

"By then, Anna will have said yes."

"Surely, you can't be serious."

"I am serious...and don't call me Shirley."

"Now you're Frank Drebin."

"No, that was from Police Squad. This one is Airplane."

"I don't care. I'm not doing it."

"You owe me."

"I don't owe you this much."

"You do!"

"It won't work."

"I'll put you in Mom's clothes and then we'll see."

"No."

"Just try it."

It took some doing, but Gary convinced Mike to try. They drove to and entered their parents' house. They knew that no one would be home.

"OK, take off all your clothes," Gary demanded.

"Whatever."

Take a shower and shave off all your body hair.

"Shave?"

"Yeah."

"This is crazy."

"Don't worry."

"And it won't work."

"It will."

While Mike was showering, Gary started to prepare dinner. Later, Mike exited from the shower, clean-shaven everywhere, wearing a towel around his waist.

"Put on these." Gary handed him a pair of his mother's panties."

"Do I have to?"