When Miley got home later that night, she was still wearing her Hannah Montana wig and clothes. Her father was making a smoothie. “So how was the date?" he asked. "Mine or hers?" Miley said grumpily. Roxy walked in holding a big tub of popcorn. "Free refills, and Taye took his shirt off twice. I'd give it two thumbs-up, but I don't want to let go of my bucket." "Daddy, he's never going to ask me out again," Miley complained.

“Oh, honey, you say that about every boy you and Roxy date," Mr. Stewart teased. "Hello? Do I even have to tell you what's wrong with that sentence?” Miley asked. The boys who asked out Hannah Montana didn't exactly plan on being accompanied by a martial-arts expert who watched their every move. "Sense of humor! That'll help you later in life," Roxy said with a laugh. “Now, you're singing for the president tomorrow. You need to get your rest, and I need to go home and find my bulletproof panty hose.”