When we last left all of the gang they were getting settled into the hotel. Laverne has finally finished her unpacking (remember, Shirley insisted...) and she is just getting ready to do some sightseeing. Shirley has just left.

Laverne: OK, got my camera, my money, my sexy red shirt... Yep I'm ready to go!

She takes a picture of the hotel room and then starts for the door, just as she opens it she sees Lenny standing there, obviously about to knock.

Lenny: Um, hi, Laverne. What's new? (She is so gorgeous, how am I ever going to get her to notice dumb old me?)

Laverne: Oh, hi, Len, look I'm busy right now, OK? Could we chat a little later? There's so much to see here!

Lenny:Oh, yeah, right. Sorry to bother ya. I'll go down to the beach...

Laverne: Okay, see ya' around. Oh and (turns camera flash on) Smile!

Lenny manages a weak grin and walks off. Laverne continues down the hall, on her way to the gift shop. When she gets there she sees Shirley already standing there, looking at various items.

Shirley: Look at this adorable carved cat!

Storekeeper: Ah, a very good choice! That is the famous Makaiiah Makaiiah Coontakii.

Laverne: Huh? I think ya lost me in the first few syllables.

Storekeeper: That is ancient Hawaiian for "Boo Boo Kitty".

Shirley almost faints.

Shirley: Oh my gosh! A Hawaiian Boo Boo Kitty! It's cute, it's perfect, it's (looks at pricetag) much too expensive.

Laverne: Ah, it can't be that bad.

Shirley: Trust me, it's bad (shows pricetag).

Laverne: Yikes! What is it made of, solid gold?

Storekeeper (overhearing): No, it is made of a rare wood found only on the southern side of a tiny mountain forest.

Laverne: Could we get a copy in pine, maybe?

Storekeeper: No, that is one of a kind.

Laverne: Nah, it has to be one of those 'Made in China' literally one in a million kinda things right?

Storekeeper (shakes head): No, it is a rare artifact.

Shirley: Oh, I would give anything to have it... But I know I can't, come on Vernie, let's get out of here, I can't stand getting anymore depressed.

They leave the gift shop. Meanwhile, Rosie is still not leaving Carmine alone.

Carmine: No, Rosie, I am not going to the hula class with you, I gotta find Shirley.

Rosie: You're wastin' your time with her Carmine. You know it and I know it.

They walk past a man that is doing so kind of funky witch doctor kind of thing (hypnosis, kinda stuff) There's not to big of a crowd, in fact, no one is bothering to watch. But this gives Rosie an idea. She walks up to the man and whispers something.

Hypnotist: I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't do that. (She waves a few hundreds at him) But for you I might be able to make and exception. (walks over to Carmine) Sir, would you mind being hypnotized?

Carmine: Yes, I would mind! I gotta go see my girlfriend. (The guy shoves him into a chair)

Hypnotist: It will only take a minute. (he starts chanting and then saying "You're getting very sleepy." kinda stuff. Carmine is slowly falling asleep, he's obviously in a trance.) Now listen to me carefully, you are in love with Rosie. You are in love with Rosie. You will ignore Shirley Feeney completely. Now, when I snap my fingers you will forget all about this, except for you will be in love with Rosie.(he snaps his fingers)

Carmine: So, let's go already, no I am not staying to be hypnotised. (He looks at Rosie) Why Rose, my love, let's go to a little beachfront cafe' for dinner.

Rosie (smiling): Well, what about Shirley?

Carmine: Who?

Shirley and Laverne walk out of the gift shop just in time to see Rosie and Carmine walking off arm in arm.

Shirley: Carmine?! What are you doing?

Carmine: I'm taking a walk with my angelface Rose.

Shirley: Your angelface?

Laverne: Greenbaum?

Carmine: And don't get any ideas, Shorty, because I'm taken!

Laverne and Shirley stand there gaping as Rosie walks off arrogantly.

Shirley: What just happened? How could he do that to me?

Laverne: Greenbaum?

Shirley: I'm his angelface, I thought I'd always be his angelface...

Laverne: Greenbaum?

Shirley: I know it's horrible, but what I want to know is why?

Laverne: Her of all people!

Shirley: Well, he can't treat Shirley Feeney like that, no sir. He can't away with that! I'm just going to find someone else (She starts walking purposefully ahead, and smacks her head against a statue.) (dizzily) Right after I get an icepack. (falls to the ground)

Laverne: Shirl!

A few minutes later.

Shirley: Oh, my head.

Laverne: I'm glad you're alright, Shirl.

Shirley: Roxy.

Laverne: No, no, not that again...

Shirley: Not, what again? I'm same as I ever was, Roxy Latuer, exotic dancer extraordinaire.

Laverne: You're not going to strip in front of tons of bass again, are ya?

Shirley: No, I hated those hats. What I have in mind is scouting for guys, hunks, you know, I'm sure we can find some.

Laverne: Oh, no...

Shirley: Listen, bimbo, there is no talking me out of this! So if you won't go with me, I'm going by myself!

With that she stomps off, or rather slinks, with the famous walk.

Oh, no, not again, it's the "I-think-I'm-a-stripper" syndrome again. This should make it a little more interesting...