That day, Mike was teaching his next comedy class.

(A/N For this part, if it's underlined, it means a deep voice. Otherwise, it's a normal voice.)

"'Knock-knock.' 'Who's there?' 'I.' 'I, who?' 'I am here to teach you about knock-knock jokes.' You see how easy that is? A simple knock and response leads to laughter," Mike explained, Chuck raised his hand, then Mike acknowledged, "Yes, Chuck, question?"

"Uh, yeah, shouldn't there be a door?" Chuck asked.

"No. That's the beauty of it. No door is required," Mike answered.

"Well, then what do you knock on?" Chuck wondered.

"You don't knock on anything," Mike said.

"I'm confused. It doesn't make sense," Benitez shrugged.

"It's simple," Mike replied, cleared his throat, then repeated, "I say, 'Knock-knock.' And you respond, 'Who's there?'"

"Why would I ask who's there? I can see you," Chuck pointed out.

"You're standing right in front of us," Benitez added.

"That's why you need a door," Chuck said.

"Or some kind of barrier," Benitez went on.

"Yes, yes! You need a door," Chuck exclaimed.

"You don't need a door, okay? You don't need a door. I say, 'Knock-knock.' You say, 'Who's there?' I say something like, 'orange.' You say, 'Orange, who?'" Mike explained.

"But you're not orange, you're clearly green," Benitez pointed out.

"That doesn't seem like a joke," Chuck responded.

"This is a classic setup. It's 'Knock-knock.' 'Who's there?'" Mike repeated.

"You're asking me to lie to kids," Chuck panicked.

"He's right. Knocking on a fake door, misrepresenting yourself. It's all very suspect," Benitez said.

"I don't like lying to kids," he shook his head.

"Yeah, that's against company policy," she added.

"Don't make me lie," Chuck pleaded.

"It's okay, Chuck. We just won't answer the door, no matter how much he fake knocks and lies about who he is," Benitez comforted.

Mike started hyperventilating then exclaimed as two other monsters carried him out on a stretcher, "I can't take it anymore. It's just a simple thing. 'Knock-knock.' 'Who's there?' That's how it works. It's called humor."

"I think I get it," Jamie said.

"Really? Then what is he talking about?" Benitez asked.

"Well, when Roze was in here, she did a joke about Mike's song. 'Knock knock.' 'Who's there?' 'Police.' 'Police who?' 'Police end this song.' And there weren't any police or a door involved," Jamie explained.

"She's right. There weren't. That makes more sense," Chuck said.

By then, class was done and Tylor and Jamie walked back to MIFT, hand in hand. They went in the elevator and it took them down.

"That was cool with what you did in class," he told her.

"It was nothing," she shrugged.

"Not to the class. Wait until Mike hears about this," Tylor said.

Jamie blushed at that with a small giggle. He kissed her cheek just before the door opened. They went in to see Duncan on the phone.

"Hey, Ma. We're gonna make it. It's gonna be okay. I know you were dependin' on that temporary supervisor money comin' in...No, I love you, too...Turn up your hearing aid, Ma!" Duncan said.

"Hold on a minute," Jamie replied, went to Duncan as he hung up the phone, then called, "Hey, Duncan?"

"Yeah?" Duncan wondered.

She then smacked him upside the head, making Tylor cup his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

"Ow. What was that for?" Duncan asked.

"For putting Tylor through your stupid demands. And if you weren't in charge at the time, I would've done it sooner. So don't do it again or it'll be worse next time," Jamie answered.

"Okay, fine," Duncan remarked with his hands up in surrender.

She then walked back to her desk, winking at Tylor. His response was chuckling while shaking his head.

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A/N And there you go! Hope you guys enjoyed these chapters! One more before I'm caught up! So excited!