Springfield, Mass is a shockingly deck city. Who knew? Scamper was a late addition to this bill, so the local hipsters were sadly uninformed of the invasion of Boston's premier rock band. But even an empty room couldn't turn Scamper's smiles upside-down. The boys rocked with an intensity completely belying the cricket sounds that followed each song.

Base 2 was up next; hardcore music with a violin. That's sweet stuff, mister. Noledge closed the night with an Incubus-style rockstravaganza.

Meanwhile, in the world of Scamper, Marc fell asleep in the van, Nate and Mike downed Jagermeister like... well, like they always do, and Alena got drunk on one Bud Lite. Keith, thus, was forced to take the wheel and drive the gang of idiots onward through the incessant rain towards Albany and the conclusion of the tour...