Riley's room, 11 P.M.
Riley, Maya, and Farkle sit in the Bay Window. Farkle holds Riley's hand. Lucas sits on the floor next to Maya. Zay and Smackle sit on Riley's bed.
Maya: So, what's next?
Riley: Well, I was thinking pasta, but--
Lucas: I think she means in life, Riley.
Riley: Oh, stop acting like you know Maya better than me just because you've made out a couple hundred times.
Lucas: She's my girlfriend.
Riley: I was your girlfriend once.
Farkle: Glad that's over.
Riley: Aww. You love me.
Farkle: I do. Now, I'm going to Yale. Riley?
Riley: Couldn't get in. I asked my dad, but he said "Riley, you couldn't get into Yale if you walked in the front gate". Guess I won't be coming to visit.
Maya: Well, I'm going to SUNY Buffalo. I'm gonna name mine Roger.
Lucas: As cute as that sounds, I don't think going to SUNY Buffalo means you get a buffalo.
Maya: Damn. I was really looking forward to raising our furry little son together.
Lucas: I'm actually going to school in Texas. Texas A&M has a great veterinary program.
Zay: I'm going to The New School, I'm going to be a rapper and record with Celine Dion.
Riley: Celine Dion's not a rapper.
Zay: I know, that's why I'm going to do the rapping and she's going to do the singing like an angel.
Riley: Oh, okay. Well, I got into NYU. Since my Uncle Josh already went there, I figured it'd be easy.
Farkle: So, we're all really going to different schools. This is it, huh?
Smackle: About that... There's something I need to tell you guys.
Zay: You're going to Harvard, we know, you work it into a lot of conversations.
Smackle: No... It's not about college.
Everyone gasps.
Smackle: I'm, um. Well, okay. I, the genius formerly known as Isadora Smackle, am transgender.
Maya: That's cool.
Riley: What do you want us to call you, Smackle?
Smackle: Well considering my last name is and has always been Smackle, you may continue to refer to me as such. However, my first name is currently undecided. I was thinking of going by "Isaiah".
Zay: I'm Isaiah. You can't just come in here and take my name, dude.
Smackle, smiling: You called me dude.
Opening credits
Topanga's: 9:30 A.M., the following day
Auggie paces around behind the couch, Cory, Topanga, Shawn, and Katy stand behind the counter. Riley and Maya enter.
Maya: Jeez, kid. You're too young to be this stressed out.
Riley: Yeah, you're not a senior citizen, like us. My back hurts. Mommy!
Topanga rushes to Riley and rubs her back.
Cory: What's got your knickers in a twist, bud?
Auggie: What?
Cory: It means "what's bothering you?"
Auggie: Oh. Couldn't you just say that?
Shawn: Is it a girl? Is it Mr. Feeny? Is Harley Keiner bothering you again?
Auggie: The janitor?
Shawn: Oh, right, I'm a grown-up now.
Cory: Yeah, anyway, what's up?
Auggie: Everyone's leaving and I'm freaking out. Can you not see I'm freaking out?
Shawn: You see why I was confused. He's you.
Cory: Yeah? Hey, Auggie, what vegetable are you most like?
Auggie: What? I guess I'd be celery. But I don't see how that's relevant.
Cory: Oh. Heh. Okay, well, when I was in the eighth grade, right before your Uncle Eric was supposed to leave for college, and Topanga and Shawn were going away for the summer, Eric and I went on a road trip together.
Maya: A road trip sounds nice. Let's go, Riles! We can see the Grand Canyon!
Riley: Isn't the Grand Canyon on the other side of the country?
Katy: I went to the Grand Canyon once. I was filming a movie. The director fell off a donkey and died so we had to cancel the shoot. Bummer, too, it was some of my best work.
Shawn: I'll take your word for it. But Maya, I think Cory meant that Riley and Auggie should spend some time together before you all leave in the fall.
Maya: Oh. We can take a trip another time, then. I want to see Chicago, anyway.
To be continued...