Enter Franklin Richards into Jerry's apartment...

"Good evening, Mr. Costanza. I understand you wanted to talk to me."

"I did, I did Mr. Richards. Please take a seat!" George says as he sits down at a table, scooting the chair across from him away from the table.

"Thank you sir," Franklin replied, "and about this challenge you spoke to my father about..."

"Ah yes!" George interrupted. "The challenge! Really more of a..."

"Hey buddy, where's Jerry?". Kramer said as he slid into the door.

"Kramer now is really not the time." George said gesturing to Franklin. Kramer stood puzzled until it hit him.

"Oh! Is today the uhh..." He said as he trailed off, his eyes darting between Franklin and George.

"Yes... the game. I told you that Jerry wouldn't be here. We've had this planned Kramer!" George said as he and Kramer stared at each other, Kramer jerking wildly as he realized his mistake.

Clap "You know, I forgot all about it. My friend, Bob Sacamanto, he's got me hooked on this new type of calendar. George, it's based off the water cycle. See, based on the number of rains in a given month, one can easily determine the date! It's how they do it in the Saharra!" and those Saharrans, Kramer said as he made the popping noise with his finger in his mouth. "They got it figured out."

George stared at Kramer, obvious fury building in his beady eyes. His stocky frame heaving with each breath. "That's very interesting, Kramer. Now...please, just go. Please" George had certainly lost any intimidation factor he had planned on going into the game with.

"You got it buddy." Kramer said as George pushed him out. "Hey why are you doing this is Jerry's apartment anyway?"

"I told you his parents wont let him wander too far and the Baxter Building is just down the block, now getoutofherebeforewecauseascene!" George rasped out, slamming the door.

George stood for several seconds, trying to regain his composure before turning to face Franklin again. The boy carried himself with more confidence than George could ever manage. "The game! As I was about to explain before we were interrupted, will be simple. Just a game of chess is all I ask."

"I don't see a chess board here." Franklin replied.

"Don't be coy with me Mr. Richards, we both know that won't be a problem." George said, picking up a cap and putting it on backwards. The game was on. Franklin snapped his fingers and a board materialized before them.

"There. May we begin?" Franklin asked.