Franklin was coming back to his chair in the back yard when he saw Mallory dashing from the car to ... the Cleaver house?  Jim Cleaver was the ultimate boring dude.  What was a rocker.... a very hot rocker chick ... the very same chick he was listening to on his IPOD that minute... doing at the Cleavers?<br/><br/>Couldn't be happening, he thought.  Nevertheless, he kept and eye on the door as he called various places he had applied to follow up.  One of the voice mails sounded familar, as if he had heard the voice recently and near here.<br/><br/>"All women sound the same on voice mail."  he thought, not realizing he had left a message for Mrs. Cleaver.